It's over.
Qian Renxue only has these two words in his mind.
And it's not the kind of joke that's over.
In a literal sense, her life, her future, everything she knew was over.
She stared blankly at her mother who was in a superimposed state of "social death" and "ecstasy".
Then he subconsciously glanced at the grandfather beside him, staring at the strange atmosphere between Bibi Dong and Lin Feng.
In an instant, an extremely clear and terrifying picture appeared in Qian Renxue's mind.
A few years later.
Within the Spirit Hall, Pope Palace.
It is no longer a solemn meeting hall, but filled with various rattles, wooden horses and diapers.
I, who may have integrated the position of Pope from Bibi Dong, and the ruler in the sense of the Spirit Hall, is sitting on the ground with a look of despair.
In his left hand, he is holding a little kid who is still drooling and looks 70% like his grandfather and 30% like an unknown grandmother.
The little kid was nibbling on her hair and calling her vaguely, "Niece... I'm hungry..."
In his right hand, he is also holding a more difficult little devil who looks like his mother and his senior Lin Feng.
The little devil was crying loudly, desperately pulling on the hem of her skirt, crying, "Sister! I want to eat candied haws! Why don't you buy it for me! I want to tell dad that you bully me!"
And what about the two culprits who are not human beings?
They were holding hands and walking in the back garden under the setting sun, loving each other.
Before leaving, he would touch her head and say in a gratified tone, "Xiao Xue, I'll leave it to you at home. Let's go out and live the world of two people."
Thinking of that scene, Qian Renxue felt like his head was about to split.
No!
Wrong!
She shook her head violently, and a more terrifying thought emerged.
After all, with their abilities and... enthusiasm.
Is there really only one child?
What if?
What if they feel that one child is too lonely, and in line with the principle of "more children, more blessings", they have a lot of children?
When the time comes, she will no longer be holding one in her left hand and holding one in her right hand.
She had to use Soul Power to hold one, carry one on her back, hang two on her legs, and have a bunch of them in front of her!
A group of uncles, aunts, brothers, and sisters surrounded her with sweet voices, shouting one after another, "Niece!" "Sister!" "Hug!"
What kind of hell drawing is this?!
His grandma's Angel God is on top!
Please bless...
Oh, right.
Angel God is dead.
Qian Renxue's heart feels so cold.
Angel God If you, old man, have a spirit in heaven, just open your eyes and take a look! Please show your spirit and never let such a tragic thing happen to your most pious descendants!
While praying, a trace of determination flame ignited in Qian Renxue's beautiful golden eyes.
No!
Can't sit still and wait for death!
I must do something! I must do everything possible to prevent these two pairs of bitches... Ah, it's the respected elders who are going to take that road of no return!
Just when Qian Renxue was at war with heaven and man, he had begun to conceive of the "Three Hundred and Sixty Styles of Beating Mandarin Ducks with a Stick".
A voice that sounded a bit eager but tried hard to suppress its longing broke the awkwardness of the scene.
"Senior... Senior."
Everyone followed the sound.
I saw Spirit Kite Douluo taking a step forward, staring at the big wine barrel on the side with those charming phoenix eyes, and swallowed unconsciously.
She tried to make her voice sound calmer, but the slightly trembling ending still revealed her true thoughts.
"Excuse me, what is that golden fairy brew that you and His Holiness the Pope drank just now?"
"Can we... can we have a taste?"
She asked what everyone was thinking.
In an instant, everyone, including Ghost Douluo, looked at Lin Feng eagerly. Their eyes were like a group of huskies waiting to be fed by their master.
Lin Feng glanced at her.
He glanced at the group of old guys with green eyes and explained in a calm tone.
"This is called beer."
"It's not a magical brew, it's just a mortal drink."
"However, it goes well with barbecue."
Lin Feng's words made everyone feel shocked.
A mortal drink?
What a joke!
Can something that can put a smile on your face and make His Holiness the Pope lose his temper to the point of burping in public can be extraordinary?
Senior is being humble again! This must be some kind of nectar that contains the truth of heaven and earth!
Lin Feng naturally has no idea what these people are thinking.
He pointed to the big wooden barrel next to him, waved his hand, and said, "You can do whatever you want."
"If you want to drink it, go get it yourself."
The words just fell.
"Thank you, senior!"
A uniform and powerful shout resounded through the night sky.
The next second, the Douluos, who had been a little restrained by Bibi Dong's actions just now, turned into streaks of light again.
"Wow!"
That speed and momentum were even more ferocious than when I was grabbing the meat skewers just now!
They rushed to the cup rack almost at the same time, each with a large glass. Then, with lightning speed, they rushed to the large wooden barrel that exuded the aroma of malt.
"Why are you squeezing! Golden Crocodile You old fool, don't think that I don't dare to touch you because you are older!"
"Magic Bear! If you keep fucking me with your fucking paws, believe it or not, I will destroy you right now!"
"Elder Ghost! We agreed not to jump in line!"
"Get out! I'm teleporting, not jumping in line!"
There was a flurry of excitement.
Soon, the giants Elder Hall and Worship Hall each held a glass of golden, foaming beer.
They imitated Lin Feng's behavior just now, and carefully brought it to their mouths. First they smelled the cold and peculiar aroma, and then looked at each other with a trace of pilgrim-like piety in their eyes.
Then, as if they had made an agreement, everyone raised their heads at the same time.
"Gudu! Gudu! Gudu!"
The cold liquid, like the glacial snow water from nine heavens above, flows all the way down the throat.
At that moment, everyone's eyes suddenly widened!
Cool!
An unprecedented, indescribable feeling of pleasure exploded from the mouth, rushed all the way down the esophagus into the stomach, and then spread from the stomach to all limbs!
When I ate grilled skewers before, the spiciness and greasy feeling were instantly washed away!
There is only a peculiar, slightly bitter, but sweet aftertaste of malt left in the mouth.
"Ha--"
Ghost Leopard Douluo The first one couldn't hold it back and breathed a long sigh of relief.
He felt that the pores all over his body were relaxing at this moment, and he greedily breathed in the happy air.
"Hiccup~~!"
Immediately afterwards, Demon Bear Douluo let out an earth-shattering burp that made the stones on the ground jump three times.
His rough face was full of pure, childlike happiness.
a.
Two.
"Hiccup~~!"
"Hiccup~~~!"
The sound of belching one after another, like a symphony, echoed at the door of the Maple Dye Pavilion Jiujiu.
A group of people with the title Douluo whose average age is over a hundred years old have all forgotten their identities and the majesty of a strong man at this moment.
They were just holding wine glasses, with the purest, heartfelt smiles on their faces.
At this moment, they are not titled Douluo, nor are they worshiped by elders.
They were just a group of happy drunkards, sipping skewers and drinking cold beer in the evening breeze of summer night.
Although the string in their hands has long been reduced to a bare stick.