The Angel of the Heavens, Directly Calling Out Tang San, I Want to Kill You

The night was already deep.

After finishing the registration process during the day with the calm and elegant Qian Ling'er, Lin Chen had returned to his place.

"The diary entry for today isn't finished yet, let's continue!"

Lin Chen lay sprawled on the large bed in his dormitory, the lingering warmth of the Zhu Xian Sword still flowing through his body, keeping his spirit refreshed.

He lazily took out the diary, thinking of the expression on Qian Ling'er's face during the day—

It was like she had eaten something disgusting.

He couldn't help but want to laugh.

[When I saw Qian Ling'er's face today, it was all sorts of colors, like a palette. I just casually mentioned the nickname 'White Silk', and her expression was even more disgusted than if she had eaten a fly.]

[Big Sister Qian, if you're planning to wear white silk to come find me, I suggest you save your effort.]

[Just imagining a man like that wearing lace white silk underneath his robes, I reckon it would make the neighbors vomit. Of course, if you're willing to reveal your true form, I wouldn't mind having a long chat with you all night.]

"Bastard! Filthy! You lecher!"

Inside the palace, Qian Ling'er slammed the jade pillow in her hand onto the floor, her chest heaving with rage.

She had just finished bathing and was preparing to rest when the notification sound from the diary in her mind rang out right on time.

Thinking of the neighbor's vomit and the "true form" mention—

The provocative tone made her want to storm into the academy right now.

She gritted her teeth at the thought of that hateful face.

"That stinking mouth, I really want to tear it off!"

But before she could calm her mood, the content that followed in the diary was like a basin of bone-chilling ice water, pouring down to her feet, making her freeze in an instant.

[Speaking of Qian Ling'er, I actually find her quite pitiful. How did she become such a workaholic career woman in her later years?]

[Living alone and lurking in the Spirit Hall for over a decade, this kind of intelligence and patience is top-tier even across the entire Dou Luo Continent. She was just about to have the whole empire in her pocket, and then what?]

[She just had to go and give it to Tang San when the situation changed. Giving it away is one thing, he's the protagonist after all, but there's also the matter of the hundred-thousand-year-old soul beast sacrifice. You, Qian Ling'er, actually lost to a hundred-thousand-year-old boyfriend sacrifice.]

Qian Ling'er: "..."

Is it my fault?!

[I ask you, at that time, Tang San was just a little white face with some talent, and he was also the son of your sworn enemy. My brain, how did it even grow like that?]

Qian Ling'er stood frozen on the spot, her gaze fixed on the diary.

"Giving it to Tang San? I would fall in love with the man who ruined my plans?"

She only felt it was absurd, even wanting to laugh.

But Lin Chen's accuracy in predicting her identity—

Made it impossible for her to treat these words as nonsense.

"No, what do you mean by 'son of my sworn enemy'?"

Qian Ling'er fell silent.

Could it be that the one on the list of people Qian Xunji wanted to kill wasn't Han Chen?

At this moment, Bi Biyao, who was far away, also felt her heart tighten.

"Damn it!"

"Things can't be exposed, otherwise Qian Ling'er is afraid she'll really turn against herself."

"..."

[After giving it to Tang San, Qian Ling'er's life was completely ruined.]

[What's most frustrating is that she later inherited the position of the Angel God, a first-level god, while Tang San at that time was only a Title Dou Luo who hadn't even become a god yet.]

[A first-level god hunting a Title Dou Luo, shouldn't that be like an adult catching a child? But what happened? Tang San's Sea God Trident smashed her directly.]

[And what's even more brain-dead is that, as a god, she actually chose to gamble with a mortal?]

[In that gamble, she was pierced through the heart by the hidden weapon 'Guan Yin Tears' that Tang San brought from another world, the Tang Sect! She almost died on the spot.]

"Impossible!"

Spirit Hall, Pope's Palace.

Bi Biyao stood up abruptly, her whole body falling into a state of shock due to the information.

As someone currently undergoing the god's trial, she understood too well the gap between a god and a mortal.

That is a dimensional crushing blow.

What kind of weapon could it be to do that?!

"Guan Yin Tears? Tang Sect hidden weapon? A god was actually pierced through the heart by a mortal's weapon?"

Bi Biyao's eyes were full of shock.

"That world Tang San transmigrated from, what kind of place is it exactly?"

At this moment, Mi Ruoxi and Zhu Zhuqing were both stunned.

They had naturally heard Lin Chen mention the incident where Qian Renxue was pierced through the heart by Tang San.

But they all believed it must have been due to a difference in Martial Souls.

In the end?

You're telling me it was because of a piece of equipment?

This idiot Angel, not only is she brain-dead, but her combat IQ also seems to be in a state of deficit!

[With such a brain-dead, the outcome is naturally not good.]

[It was so hard to finally go head-to-head with her mortal enemy, and the Rakshasa God was about to finish him off, but Tang San, who had just become a god, messed it all up.]

[By logic, this should be the grand finale, right? No, Tang San has a backup plan! He was resurrected directly, merged with Xiao Wu, and became the Asura God.]

[The most sinister part is that he even cheated on the fly!]

[Left hand holds the Asura Demon Sword, right hand holds the Sea God Trident, controls people using the Fixed Storm, the corners of his mouth slightly curl into a Star Shift, and for attacks, he only uses the Asura Judgment.]

[In one move, the godhood is shattered and one becomes a mortal; in one move, the goddess is killed on the spot; the ten-thousand-year legacy of the Spirit Hall was completely wiped out by a guy with two godhoods...]

[With that brain, why play any schemes or plots? Taking advantage of his weakness to kill him is the way of the king, you idiot Angel.]

The diary entry ended abruptly.

Boom, it was a massive boom!!

Qian Renxue had already slid powerlessly onto the cold floor.

"My godhood... my godhood is shattered... the Spirit Hall is destroyed..."

She gasped for air, her chest heaving violently.

Every word was like a sharp blade, slicing through the rationality she had always prided herself on.

That evaluation of her as a brain-dead Angel was no longer a mockery at this moment.

Instead, it was like a bolt of lightning, waking her up!

"Tang San... how dare you, how dare you cause me to fall to such a state!"

"I want to kill you!"

In Qian Renxue's eyes, the original golden glow of a god now faintly revealed a trace of blood-red killing intent.

And far away in the academy, Lin Chen did not know that his words had completely shattered Qian Renxue's ability to remain rational.

He stopped updating the diary and let out a yawn.

"I wonder if there will be a good show to watch tomorrow morning, hehe... the white-clad goddess..."

The corners of his mouth curled into an interesting arc as he drifted off to sleep.

On the other side, Zhu Zhuqing and Mi Ruoxi were facing each other.

"Ruoxi... are we really going to wear it?"

A rare, unprecedented flush appeared on Zhu Zhuqing's cold face.

"Wear it! Wear it, you big pervert!"

Mi Ruoxi gritted her teeth and said hatefully, "If we don't wear it, he'll stop updating for three days! Damn it! Didn't we survive the days of those diary entries before?!"

"Let's see who's more anxious, him or me!"

After saying that, Mi Ruoxi wrapped herself directly in a blanket and went to sleep.

"Hmm... that makes sense."

Zhu Zhuqing nodded, though she still felt a strange sense of unease in her heart.