Qian Daoliu: Could I Really Have a Grandson? The Truth Must Be Revealed!

Qian Daoliu: Could I Really Have a Grandson? The Truth Must Be Revealed!

Bibi Dong jolted awake from her dream, drenched in fragrant sweat. Her pale legs were crossed tightly together, and she looked extremely tense.

Her delicate face was filled with fear and lingering dread.

For that instant, she could not distinguish reality from the dream.

Only after a long while did the damp traces on the bed and the familiar furnishings of the room gradually bring her back to her senses.

She let out a sigh of relief.

Yet when she thought of that terrifying demon infant, Bibi Dong felt another wave of fear.

Could that baby really not have died back then?

Otherwise, why did she so often fall into nightmares?

And this nightmare had felt so real...

But that should have been impossible.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible." Bibi Dong muttered to herself, her chest heaving violently. She refused to believe that child was still alive.

She had personally strangled that infant to death. Besides, in the desolate Great Ice Plain, only soul beasts naturally adapted to the cold could possibly survive in such a place.

A human infant?

Absolutely impossible!

He could not possibly still be alive!

At that moment, the scene of her strangling the infant replayed endlessly in her mind.

Remembering the baby's face, swollen purple before death, Bibi Dong suddenly felt a trace of regret.

No matter what, it had been flesh of her own flesh.

Over the years, she had often dreamed of that infant.

And as time passed and her strength grew, the infant in her dreams seemed to become increasingly terrifying.

It had left Bibi Dong constantly doubting herself.

Could it be that she had not strangled him to death back then, but that he had frozen to death after she sent him into the Great Ice Plain?

Was that why his vengeful spirit had taken such a terrifying form...

What a pitiful little baby.

Guilt flooded Bibi Dong's heart like a deluge.

Yet soon, her eyes turned crimson. She suddenly sprang up, shattering the bed beneath her into pieces.

"It's all that bastard's fault!"

Bibi Dong turned her guilt into rage, and her hatred for Qian Renxue deepened even further.

"It would have been better if I had killed all of you back then!"

Looking deranged, Bibi Dong smashed everything in the bedroom.

"If it hadn't been for Xiao Gang, your Qian Clan would never have had any descendants!"

"So what if you have descendants? I'll destroy her! Destroy her!"

Before long, there was almost nowhere left in the entire room to set foot.

Bibi Dong stood in the middle of the room with her head lowered, her expression shattered.

Suddenly, she thought of Yu Xiaogang.

In the dream just now, that demon infant had actually presented Yu Xiaogang's severed hand before her.

The instant she saw that severed hand in the dream, she had felt as though the sky had collapsed.

That was what she feared most.

She would not allow Yu Xiaogang to suffer even the slightest harm.

"Just like that demon infant, it must only be a nightmare..."

"My Xiao Gang will definitely be fine..."

Bibi Dong's breathing came rapidly. Yu Xiaogang was the one thing she would never yield over in her life.

For Xiao Gang, she was willing to do anything and endure anything.

It could be said that she had lived her entire life for Yu Xiaogang!

Otherwise, Qian Renxue?

She was merely another dead infant.

Gradually calming down, Bibi Dong raised her head and looked at the wreckage around her, suppressing the anger in her eyes.

"It seems I still need to send someone to investigate what happened back then." After giving it some thought, Bibi Dong murmured softly.

She could not allow that terrifying demon infant to wreak havoc in her dreams any longer.

That infant should be dead!

Worship Hall.

Qian Daoliu looked up at the angel statue, his heart unsettled.

After searching for an heir for so many years, he still had not found one.

Could Bibi Dong really have another child?

Could he truly have a grandson?

"Go ask Bibi Dong and get the truth."

Qian Daoliu sighed.

If he truly had a grandson, then everything would make sense.

That person would be the Angel's heir and the future master of Spirit Hall.

Not an outsider like Bibi Dong.

Moreover, he had endured Bibi Dong for a long time. If she had not been Qian Renxue's mother, Qian Daoliu would have taught her a lesson long ago.

Now that Qian Renxue had grown up, and another child might exist, he could no longer endure it. "Then let me see, Bibi Dong, just how much you've improved over the years, and how far your strength has progressed."

Qian Daoliu's gaze sharpened as he made up his mind.

If necessary, then they would fight.

At this moment, Xue Tianyu stood before the hotel, looking at Oscar.

The coldness in his expression was enough to make Oscar shiver from head to toe.

His severed right arm caused him unbearable pain, so intense that it left him dizzy.

Beside him, Ning Rongrong was stunned by the scene. She stood frozen in place, looking at the bloodstains and the severed arm on the ground, her expression panicked.

"Kneel!"

As soon as Xue Tianyu spoke, the overwhelming pressure of a Titled Douluo instantly descended upon Oscar.

As an auxiliary Soul Master, his physical strength was simply incomparable to those Battle Soul Masters with beast martial souls.

He had no room to resist at all and dropped to his knees with remarkable speed.

Even Xue Tianyu suspected that he had obediently knelt on his own initiative rather than being forced down.

Xue Tianyu walked up to Oscar, who was kneeling quite properly, and slapped him across the face.

Slap!

A handprint instantly appeared on Oscar's face, with a faint trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

Oscar did not dare to rise up in defiance.

Of course, with the pressure pinning him down and the agony from his severed arm leaving his lips pale, as though he were on the verge of death, he could not have risen up even if he wanted to.

"Do you know, Oscar?"

Looking at Oscar, who was enduring everything so patiently, Xue Tianyu felt it was time to teach him a lesson.

"In Ning Rongrong's eyes, you're nothing but a simp."

Oscar's expression remained resolute.

A simp?

He knew very well that he was Ning Rongrong's dog!

If he could, he was willing to simp for Ning Rongrong for the rest of his life!

"Don't you know that Tang San's place in Ning Rongrong's heart is probably more important than yours now?"

"Is it worth it?"

Xue Tianyu glanced at Ning Rongrong, whose expression had changed, and continued laying into Oscar.

"Don't you find it disgusting, simping for such a worthless, spoiled little princess?"

"That's my own choice!"

Oscar's eyes were as resolute as if he had decided to join the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect as a guardian. "All I need to do now is show Ning Rongrong enough loyalty. I believe Rongrong will definitely come to think highly of me!"

"I want Rongrong to know that I'm the one who can give more for her!"

Hearing Oscar's righteous simp creed, Xue Tianyu laughed.

Really, simps never ended well.

"Very well. Since you're so loyal, I'll help you wake up." Xue Tianyu could not even be bothered to look at Oscar again.

For this man to say such things, he was clearly beyond saving.

A simp was a simp. In the end, he would get nothing.

All Xue Tianyu needed to do now was help him see that clearly.

He turned toward the side. "Ning Rongrong, I'll give you a choice."

"What choice?" Ning Rongrong looked at him warily, unsure what scheme Xue Tianyu was about to pull.

"Don't be nervous. It has little to do with you."

The faint smile on Xue Tianyu's face made Ning Rongrong's scalp tingle.

"Ning Rongrong, if I make you choose between Tang San and Oscar, choosing one of them to die, who would you choose?"

Ning Rongrong froze.

After glancing at Oscar, her gaze immediately settled on Tang San.

"So the other one will definitely live?"

"Whether they can live, I don't know. But whoever you choose to die will definitely die."

Xue Tianyu reached out and made a grasping motion. An ice-blue spear engraved with patterns instantly appeared in his hand.

The instant the spear appeared, the surrounding temperature immediately dropped by several degrees.

This was his divine weapon, the Ice God Spear!

The icy glint upon the Ice God Spear was like a death warrant pressed directly against Tang San and Oscar's foreheads.

The two of them immediately understood that if that ice spear even touched them once, they would die at once.

"Think carefully before you answer."

Xue Tianyu smiled faintly.

Behind him, nine soul rings slowly emerged—Eight Red, One Gold.

Ning Rongrong and the other two stared at Xue Tianyu's final golden soul ring, all of them dumbfounded.