Qian Daoliu, Would You Die If You Didn't Speak?!

Bibi Dong's chest heaved violently, and the air pressure around her was frighteningly low. Just as her blood pressure was soaring and about to break through the critical point...

A soft, warm little hand gently covered the back of her hand.

"Mom, don't be angry."

Qian Renxue's voice carried a hint of barely perceptible worry as she leaned closer to Bibi Dong and softly comforted her.

"It's not worth getting angry over a grumpy old man."

She glanced at her grandfather not far away, a hint of helplessness flashing in her eyes, then turned back and gave Bibi Dong a sweet, reassuring smile.

"I'll teach Grandpa a lesson for you later."

This seemingly casual remark was like a clear spring, instantly extinguishing all the anger in Bibi Dong's heart.

She turned her head and looked at her daughter's earnest face, which was filled with the message "I'll stand up for you," and the softest part of her heart was deeply touched.

Daughters are still the best.

Xiao Xue still loves me the most.

However, these casual words struck Qian Daoliu like a bolt from the blue.

Qian Daoliu froze completely.

He stared in disbelief at his own granddaughter, then at the woman who had taken her away, feeling an intense pain that made it hard to breathe.

He clutched his chest, his hand trembling as he pointed at Qian Renxue, his voice filled with the sorrow of being betrayed by the whole world.

"Xiao Xue?!"

"How could you... how could you forget your grandfather now that you have a mother!"

"Your grandfather raised you with great difficulty, and you..."

Normally, upon hearing her grandfather's mournful tone, which sounded like a funeral dirge, Qian Renxue would have softened and would have gone over to coax him with kind words.

But now...

Qian Renxue merely glanced at him indifferently.

That look in his eyes contained three parts helplessness, three parts disdain, and four parts reproach. "How could you be so insensible?"

Compared to the motherly love she waited twenty years to regain...

Qian Daoliu?

Let that old man go somewhere cool and stay there.

Instead of offering comfort, Qian Renxue rolled her Byakugan at her grandfather before turning around and affectionately taking Bibi Dong's arm.

"Mom, I won't be going back to the Worship Hall for the next few days."

"I want to go to the Pope Palace and sleep with my mother."

As she spoke, she gently shook Bibi Dong's arm, her voice instantly becoming soft and sweet, with a coquettish tone at the end.

"Please, Mom?"

"Boom!"

That sickeningly sweet "Mommy" was just as lethal as a god-level Soul Skill to Bibi Dong.

She felt as if her heart was being melted by that voice.

How could she possibly utter a single word of "no"?

"Great! Of course, great!"

Bibi Dong nodded in agreement almost without thinking, a gentle smile spreading across her face.

"Mom's room is very big; you can stay as long as you want."

Just as this family of three (?) was enacting a strange plot...

In the arena, the body's repair process was finally coming to an end.

After discovering that their bodies were almost ruined, the two goddesses finally reached a temporary "ceasefire agreement".

"Phew~ That really scared me."

"Angel Dong" patted his chest, panting heavily, still shaken, with lingering fear on his face.

"I thought we were going to be doomed again after just being resurrected."

"It's all your fault!"

The voice of "Rakshasa Dong" immediately rang out, filled with disdain.

"Wishful thinking! To actually think you can take over this body for yourself!"

"Angel Dong" immediately retorted, "Then why don't you just not resist? Why don't you just give me your body?"

She grew angrier as she spoke, and questioned, "I really don't understand, why would a living, breathing god like you insist on fighting with a soul like me for a body? You don't need one!"

Upon hearing this, "Rakshasa Dong's " arrogance faltered for the first time, and he fell silent.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

However, because they are one body with two souls and their spirits are connected, the Angel God could even clearly feel a trace of... indescribable loss and sorrow coming from the depths of the other's spirit.

The Angel God was puzzled.

What's wrong with you? Why aren't you saying anything?

She asked tentatively, "Did I hit the nail on the head? Do you feel guilty?"

This question seemed to have stepped on the other party's tail.

That sense of loss was instantly replaced by overwhelming rage.

"I would feel guilty towards a hypocritical and pretentious woman like you?!"

"Rakshasa Dong's" voice became sharp and arrogant once again.

"That's an absolute joke!"

"Who are you calling hypocritical and pretentious! You crazy bastard who only knows how to pick people's noses!"

Seeing that a new round of verbal sparring was about to begin, Rakshasa God had no desire to get entangled with her any longer.

After so much chaos, she finally had time to take in her surroundings.

This is... a restaurant?

Rakshasa Dong's gaze swept over the neatly arranged tables and chairs, and the diners who were watching him like he was watching a monkey show, and his brows furrowed deeply.

Her dignity as Deity would not allow her to be treated like a clown and watched by others any longer.

She snorted coldly, strode over, and walked straight to the nearest empty table.

"Bang!"

She imitated the manner of those wealthy patrons in the mortal world, slamming her hand on the table and sitting down with an extremely arrogant posture, crossing her legs and raising her chin high.

"Who owns this shop?!"

She spoke coldly, in a commanding tone that brooked no argument.

"Prepare food for me, my god!"

The sound echoed in the silent hall, filled with the innate majesty of Deity.

However, the expected scene of kneeling in fear and trepidation did not occur.

The surrounding audience looked at her with shocked expressions, as if to say, "Wow, you're so brave!"

Immediately afterwards, a sharp whooshing sound rang out.

Snap--!!!

A resounding slap, both crisp and loud, exploded across the face!

Because they never expected that anyone would dare to attack them in such a place, "Rakshasa Dong" didn't even make the most basic defensive preparations.

That slap landed squarely and hard on her right cheek.

"Rakshasa Dong" was so struck by the immense force that he staggered, his head buzzing, completely stunned.

She remained frozen in that position, her head tilted to the side, for a full two or three seconds.

She was jolted awake when she felt a burning sensation on her cheek.

I...

You got hit?

I, the Rakshasa God, was actually slapped in the face in public?!

A volcanic eruption of rage instantly overwhelmed her reason!

"Who! Who is it?!"

She suddenly raised her head, her dark purple eyes burning with a murderous intent powerful enough to incinerate everything.

Her gaze was precisely fixed behind the counter.

There, a woman in a long blue dress, with a gentle and graceful demeanor, was slowly retracting a vine that shimmered with a crystal-clear blue light.

The tips of the vines were still trembling slightly, as if savoring the feeling of that touch just now.

Just now, it was this vine that whipped me!

"You!"

Before "Rakshasa Dong" could even utter his angry roar...

The woman in blue who had made the move— Ah Yin —had already spoken first.

With her hands on her hips, her gentle and quiet face was now puffed out, her cheeks radiating anger.

She looked at "Rakshasa Dong" and, with righteous indignation, loudly reprimanded him:

"It's wrong of you to be so rude to your master!"

Everyone: "???"

At this moment, the minds of everyone in the Maple Dye Pavilion simultaneously went blank.

They looked at "Rakshasa Dong," whose face still bore a clear red mark and who was completely dumbfounded.

Then she glanced at Ah Yin, the culprit, whose righteous expression screamed "I speak for my master."

The same absurd thought popped into everyone's mind.

No...

Eldest sister...

Although we all know you're upholding the dignity of your seniors...

But...

With your impulsive, confrontational style, where do you get the nerve to call others "rude"?!

(By the way, was the Rakshasa God in the original story also dead long ago, like the Angel God?)