How Are You Hungry Too? If You Allow It, I Can!

Bibi Dong lay prone on the ground, curled into a ball. Perhaps the pain was too much, or perhaps for some other reason, but she actually fell into a deep sleep.

As though this could take her back to when she was six years old—to that sunny, breezy backyard, nestled in Qian Xunji's arms, a carefree little girl.

"Pah!" The Security Team member who had beaten her spat on the ground. "She can actually fall asleep? Does she even deserve to sleep?"

"Enough. Just do our job. Our duty is to watch her and make sure she doesn't die. Besides, I think His Holiness the Pope did the right thing. This is how traitors of Spirit Hall should be treated! If we simply let her die, wouldn't that be letting her off too easily?"

The two of them then continued standing guard around Bibi Dong, faithfully carrying out their duties.

After leaving the alley, Qian Xunji and A Yin continued strolling through Spirit City, though A Yin seemed preoccupied.

"What? You can't bear to watch something like that? Then I won't take you to see her again," Qian Xunji said as he looked at A Yin beside him.

A Yin slowly said, "I just... I just don't know why, but I feel a little sorry for what happened to her."

Qian Xunji shook his head with a bitter smile. A Yin was good in every way, except that she was too softhearted. As expected of the Blue Silver Emperor.

After seeing Bibi Dong, Qian Xunji no longer had the mood to shop. That beast had actually dared to curse him?

The thought inexplicably filled him with rage!

What did she mean, it was all because of him? Clearly, it was her own fault. Who else could she blame for things ending up like this?

Before long, Qian Xunji and A Yin arrived at the Consecration Hall. They stepped through the gates, passed through layer after layer of corridors, and finally pushed open a door.

Even from outside, they could hear the cheerful laughter within.

"Xiao Xue, Xiao Feng, I'm your grandfather! Your grandfather is named Qian Daoliu! That's your second grandfather. Don't be fooled by the fact that he's older than me—he can't beat me!"

"The rest are your third, fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh grandfathers."

"Xiao Xue, Xiao Feng, you need to grow up quickly. Grandfather can hardly wait to see the day you awaken the Six-Winged Angel martial spirit. Your father is basically useless, so Spirit Hall's future will have to depend on you two!"

The moment he entered, Qian Xunji heard those words. He curled his lip and thought, Dad, are you really okay saying that right in front of me?

"Oh? Xunji, you're back? Daughter-in-law, come sit." Qian Daoliu treated Qian Xunji and A Yin completely differently.

If Qian Xunji had brought A Yin home directly back then, Qian Daoliu definitely would have cared about her identity as a soul beast.

But by the time Qian Xunji brought A Yin back, she had already given the Qian Clan two precious little treasures. Even if she was a soul beast, so what?

He even felt that the Qian Clan had wronged A Yin. They already had children, yet they still had not held a wedding for her?

No matter what, A Yin was the mother of two children, and the mother of two future hopes of Spirit Hall!

A Yin sat to one side with a smile, watching the seven elders play with the two little ones.

Meanwhile, Qian Xunji sat down beside A Yin in a huff.

What the hell? So I'm the lowest-ranking person in this family? They have grandsons now and have forgotten their son? Have some conscience!

"Xunji, look at them. The two little ones seem to really like being with their father," A Yin said with a hand over her mouth, smiling.

"What are you talking about? They're barely this big and can't even speak yet. I think they're just annoyed by the old man."

"Xunji, I think you're itching for a beating. Xiao Xue and Xiao Feng clearly love staying with this old man!"

Qian Daoliu looked at the two grinning little ones, his face beaming as he scolded Qian Xunji.

"Yes, yes, you're right." Qian Xunji did not argue. There was no point in arguing anyway, and he might even get beaten for it.

Night soon fell. Qian Renxue and Qian Renfeng were already drowsy, and Qian Xunji glanced at the sky outside the window.

"Dad, it's getting late. We'll take Xiao Xue and Xiao Feng home first," Qian Xunji said as he stood up.

"Home? What's the rush? Eat here," Qian Daoliu said, truly reluctant to let his two precious little treasures leave, even though the Papal Palace and Consecration Hall were not far apart.

"Forget it. We should head back. We'll come again tomorrow," Qian Xunji said.

"You can forget it. Just let my daughter-in-law, Xiao Xue, and Xiao Feng come over. After all, you're the Pope, a very busy man," Qian Daoliu said.

"Then none of us should come over, lest we disturb your peaceful cultivation," Qian Xunji shot back.

"Fine, fine. Go on, go on. This old man gets annoyed just looking at you. My two grandsons are much more pleasing to the eye." As he spoke, Qian Daoliu handed over the two grandchildren in his arms, his face full of reluctance.

A Yin smiled as she watched the grandfather and son bicker. This kind of life was quite nice. Qian Xunji was just too busy. It would be better if he had more time to spend with her and the two children.

Still, she felt that it would happen soon. Qian Xunji would soon have plenty of time, since he was going to establish some kind of pavilion.

Qian Daoliu watched them leave with a reluctant expression. Of course, he was not reluctant to part with Qian Xunji and A Yin—he was reluctant to part with his grandsons.

"Big Brother, they've already left. What are you still looking at?" Golden Crocodile Douluo nudged Qian Daoliu with his elbow.

"Ahem!" Qian Daoliu withdrew his gaze. "When will these two little ones grow up? Then they'll be able to come here on their own."

The other consecrators understood Qian Daoliu's feelings. It was not just Qian Daoliu—even they were extremely fond of the two little ones.

Ever since the children had been brought to Spirit City after their birth, they had been surrounded by adoration. The seven consecrators of the Consecration Hall all adored them dearly.

After leaving the Consecration Hall, Qian Xunji and A Yin naturally returned to the Papal Palace, to their room.

A Yin held the two children against her chest, then looked at Qian Xunji. "What are you looking at?"

Qian Xunji spread his hands and said with a smile, "Of course I'm watching you feed them. It's not like I haven't seen it before."

A Yin no longer blushed. Over the past year, Qian Xunji had made her numb to it. When it came to certain matters, Qian Xunji was shameless.

"Look all you want. What, are you hungry too?" A Yin asked.

Hearing that, Qian Xunji's old face reddened. What did she mean, he was hungry too? A Yin had become naughty as well.

"A Yin, you've become naughty too. Of course, if you're willing to be generous, I wouldn't say no!" Qian Xunji said shamelessly.

"You old rascal. You're already so old, and you still want to steal food from children. Once I'm done feeding them, I'll feed you."

After saying that, A Yin spat lightly. "Old rascal."

Qian Xunji smiled and did not mind. He lay down directly on the bed. Life was truly sweet.