So, You Still Have Me in Your Heart!

"I am the best vessel for the resurrection of the Angel God."

Qian Renxue's voice, though clear and cold like snow, was like a blazing fire, instantly draining all the air from the Maple Dye Pavilion.

Dead silence.

A suffocating, deathly silence.

Click.

A very soft, crisp sound came from the Pope's dining table.

Bibi Dong's expression remained unchanged, still cold and aloof.

However, the white jade teacup in her hand could not withstand the weight, and her suddenly tightened fingers created a clear crack.

"Xiao Xue! No!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo was the first to react. His handsome face instantly drained of color, and he cried out in shock.

"Nonsense! Utter nonsense!"

Azure Luan Douluo also stood up abruptly, his tone urgent, "Becoming a vessel for a god, merging with a divine soul, how is that any different from your soul being scattered? You're courting death!"

"Xiao Xue, don't do anything silly!"

The Mighty Lion Douluo was so anxious that his eyes turned red. He glanced at Qian Daoliu, who was frozen in place beside him, and his voice was trembling with sobs.

"You are Big Brother only family in this world!"

"If anything were to happen to you, how would my Big Brother... how would he live?"

Each heart-wrenching word of dissuasion was like a heavy hammer blow, finally bringing the completely petrified Qian Daoliu back to reality.

After a brief silence.

A volcanic eruption of fury exploded from the chest of this level 99 Peerless Douluo!

"Nonsense!"

Qian Daoliu suddenly turned around, his eyes bloodshot, and roared at his granddaughter with the rage he had ever felt!

His face was contorted with extreme rage, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Resurrecting our ancestors?!"

"Let me tell you! Even if my Spirit Hall has no hope of ever seeing the Divine Light again in this lifetime! Even if I, Qian Daoliu, have no face to meet my ancestors after death!"

"I would never trade my granddaughter's life for it!"

The glory of the Deity, the faith of the family...

At this moment, everything becomes worthless in front of one's only blood relative.

However, when faced with her grandfather's thunderous rage, Qian Renxue's reaction was frighteningly calm.

She even smiled.

It was an extremely fake and bitter smile.

"Grandfather."

Her voice was soft, carrying a sense of weariness and relief, as if she had seen through everything.

"It is my honor to be able to dedicate myself to the resurrection of the Angel God."

"This is also the best ending for me... as the possessor of the Six-Winged Angel God, and as a descendant of the Qian Family."

Her words were spoken in a grand and solemn manner, filled with a sense of sacred mission.

But within those golden eyes lay a desolate, lifeless desert.

She didn't even glance at her grief-stricken grandfather and the other worshippers.

After she finished speaking, she ignored all the roars and pleas in front of her, turned around and faced the man who was still leaning back in the recliner.

Qian Renxue slowly knelt down in front of Lin Feng.

"Senior."

She raised her heartbreakingly beautiful face, her gaze empty yet carrying a final, resolute air.

"Please... perform a miracle."

"Please offer my body as a sacrifice to the resurrected Angel God..."

She hadn't finished speaking.

Clatter.

Clatter.

Clatter.

A rapid, crisp sound, like the sound of high heels stepping on everyone's hearts, suddenly rang out from the side!

The owner of that voice, filled with overwhelming, icy rage, instantly rushed in front of Qian Renxue!

The next second.

Under the incredulous gaze of everyone.

A white, phantom-like figure, accompanied by a strong gust of wind, soared high into the air.

Then.

It fell heavily!

Snap--!!!

A resounding slap echoed throughout the entire restaurant!

The sound was both crisp and ruthless.

Qian Renxue's exquisite face was violently slapped to one side by the immense force.

A trickle of bright red blood slowly seeped from the corner of her mouth.

On her fair, jade-like cheek, a clear five-finger red mark was rapidly appearing and swelling up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Qian Renxue was completely stunned.

She slowly, stiffly, turned her head.

What came into view was a face that was both familiar and unfamiliar to her.

Bibi Dong.

Her hand was still suspended in mid-air, her fingertips trembling slightly uncontrollably.

That face, which had just been reborn and was otherworldly in beauty, was now covered with a terrifying layer of frost.

"Who told you to die?"

She abruptly let go of her hand, grabbed Qian Renxue by the collar, and roughly lifted her up from the ground!

Two faces, inches apart.

"I'm asking you, who gave you permission to die!"

Bibi Dong's breathing was rapid, her chest heaving violently, and she was almost screaming with all her might.

I told you! Your life is mine!

"I gave you life! Even if you're going to die, you can only die by my hand! I won't allow you to die so easily!"

However, these cruel and heartless words, when they reached Qian Renxue's ears, were like a faint electric current, causing her already lifeless heart to tremble slightly.

Just then, Bibi Dong suddenly turned her head and looked at the man behind the counter who had remained silent all along.

Her posture instantly transformed from that of an enraged lioness into that of a panicked, trapped beast.

"Senior!"

Her voice was no longer cold; instead, it carried a hint of suppressed urgency and pleading, and even trembled slightly.

"Please... please don't agree to her request!"

And it is precisely this moment of vulnerability.

It was the undisguised panic on her profile.

Qian Renxue saw everything clearly.

Qian Renxue looked at Bibi Dong, seeing the fear deep in her eyes that she could not hide no matter what.

Suddenly, she smiled.

The bitterness and falsehood of before are gone.

This time, her smile was light and faint, yet more genuine than ever before, carrying a sense of relief and liberation.

Turn out to be...

So that's how it is.

A tear, without warning, slid down from her golden eye, mingling with the blood at the corner of her mouth, tracing a glaring red mark.

Her lips moved, and she murmured softly in a dreamlike voice that only she could hear.

"Really..."

"You still have a place for me in your heart."

The sound was so soft, as soft as a feather, that it vanished into the air in an instant.

Bibi Dong's heart skipped a beat. She felt as if the woman had said something, but she couldn't hear it clearly at all.

Her anger faltered at the inexplicable smile, and she instinctively turned around, frowning as she asked, "What?"

However, Qian Renxue simply shook her head.

She slowly closed her eyes.

That's enough.

Knowing this is enough.

The next second, she opened her eyes again.

Those eyes, once as dull as stagnant water, now shone with a faint yet incredibly resolute light.

She stopped looking at Bibi Dong and instead looked past her, gazing once more at the Deity.

"Senior."

Her voice regained its cool tone, but it carried an unprecedented calmness and composure.

"Please, grant my request."

"Let me be the vessel of our ancestors."

These words, like a final judgment, brought the atmosphere in the entire restaurant to an extremely oppressive level.

Bibi Dong's body stiffened.

Qian Daoliu, Golden Crocodile, and the others all turned their despairing gazes toward Lin Feng.

Lin Feng leaned back in his recliner, remaining silent.

[Host, the annual family drama has reached its climax. If you don't intervene soon, this prime leek will have to end its own life.]

Lin Feng's eye twitched almost imperceptibly, and he thought to himself: What's the rush? The real show has only just begun.

A moment later, Lin Feng raised his hand.

The Angel God Soul Fragment that Qian Daoliu was holding instantly flew out of his hand!

They transformed into several golden rays, rapidly swirling in mid-air before finally converging in Lin Feng's palm!

Buzz--!

Golden glory!

Those few fragments, without any complicated rituals, were easily and perfectly fused together in Lin Feng's hands!

A complete sphere of soul light, the size of a fist and radiating boundless divine aura, floated silently in his palm.

Then.

Under the horrified gaze of everyone.

Lin Feng gently pushed with his wrist.

The sphere of light containing the complete soul of the Angel God detached from his palm, leaving a dazzling golden trail behind it.

Not fast, not slow.

Slowly, it drifted towards Qian Renxue, who was kneeling on one knee!