Qian Daoliu Confronts Bibi Dong! You Have Another Child!

Qian Daoliu Confronts Bibi Dong! You Have Another Child!

"What are you trying to say?"

Oscar knew that he was merely an ordinary food-type support Soul Master.

Even in the talent-rich Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, he was far from outstanding.

For someone like him to join the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, unless the higher-ups opened the door for him, it would be very difficult for him to get in.

After all, there were far too many support Soul Masters across the entire continent who wanted to join the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Even Oscar would have to wait in line.

So this had always been Oscar's sore spot.

"What I'm trying to say is..."

Tang San sneered. "You're just a fucking support Soul Master, and you want to marry Ning Rongrong? Do you think the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would agree?"

Oscar froze, and a trace of redness appeared on his face.

This question had always been his inner demon.

Now that Tang San had laid it bare so bluntly, he felt terrible.

Even he himself knew that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would most likely refuse.

But Oscar had always believed that as long as he kept simping for Ning Rongrong, all he needed in the future would be Ning Rongrong's consent.

After all, she was the eldest princess of the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!

Not even the Sect Master would refuse Ning Rongrong's requests.

That was why Oscar had to become the ultimate simp.

If he wanted to marry Ning Rongrong, this was his only path.

"You're no saint either!"

Oscar had no way to answer that question, but he could insult Tang San from another angle.

"Don't think I don't know that your useless trash Blue Silver Grass, aside from having a bit of control ability, is good for anything else?"

"Even if I'm a support Soul Master and it might be difficult for me to protect Ning Rongrong, who's also a support, you think your pathetic Blue Silver Grass martial soul can do it?"

"Do you know that Blue Silver Grass is already a martial soul found everywhere? Without Rongrong's affection, there's no way you could join the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect either!"

Oscar could no longer tolerate Tang San and immediately went all out.

He and Tang San had originally lived together, so they knew each other inside and out.

But precisely because of that, their insults hurt especially badly.

Because they both struck at the heart of the matter.

"You never treated me as a brother!" Oscar roared, finally voicing what had been in his heart.

And with those words, Tang San's hypocrisy was thoroughly exposed.

Tang San's expression changed drastically.

Oscar had actually seen through his heart.

Yet Tang San was nearly powerless to refute what Oscar had said.

By now, Oscar had gone mad with rage. He tore at his throat and howled toward the sky, as if he wanted to release all the pent-up frustration in his heart.

"We all came to help you save Xiao Wu, and what happened? This is how you treat me?!"

"Even when Boss Dai was injured so badly, you didn't care at all!"

Oscar's final remark dragged Dai Mubai into it as well.

The heavily injured Dai Mubai immediately shrank to the side, afraid that this life-and-death-level conflict would spread to him.

Oscar and Tang San had completely lost their heads, their eyes red as they cursed at each other.

There was no brotherhood left between them.

Dai Mubai watched anxiously, but there was nothing he could do.

If he joined in, it would probably become a choice among three.

What was there even to choose? They might as well just recite his identification number.

He did not have such a deep relationship or bond with Ning Rongrong.

At this moment, as he watched the two argue more and more fiercely, Xue Tianyu could no longer even make out what they were saying.

They were like two shrews brawling in the street.

Right and wrong did not matter; what mattered was having enough momentum.

Xue Tianyu coldly interrupted them.

"Stop arguing! Quiet!"

Xue Tianyu's words were highly effective. The moment he spoke, Oscar and Tang San immediately stopped.

After all, Xue Tianyu was the only one who could make the final decision now.

If they disobeyed and were killed in advance, they would have no chance at all.

Xue Tianyu no longer looked at the red-faced Tang San and Oscar. He turned to Ning Rongrong, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "So now, who will you choose to die?"

"Do I have to choose?"

Ning Rongrong was frightened by Xue Tianyu's gaze. With a sobbing tone, she said, "I... I don't know..."

Although Ning Rongrong said that, she actually felt a little thrill inside.

After all, she now had the feeling of holding great power in her hands.

The power to decide someone's fate was enough to intoxicate anyone who possessed it.

Especially as Ning Rongrong watched Tang San and Oscar tear into each other over her while she stood above them, judging it all. Under normal circumstances, this feeling would never exist.

Xue Tianyu silently watched Ning Rongrong's fake tears and sneered inwardly. He had long seen the excitement in her eyes.

Really give Ning Rongrong the right to choose?

In her dreams.

The final say would always remain in Xue Tianyu's own hands.

All of this was the beginning of their fracture.

Under Xue Tianyu's pressure, Ning Rongrong looked toward Oscar.

A sense of foreboding immediately rose in Oscar's heart.

Was he about to be forced to put on the clown's mask?

He had given Ning Rongrong so much, only to be treated like a clown in the end?

"Oscar, I might have to..."

Ning Rongrong spoke hesitantly.

But every word she said made Oscar's face grow several shades paler.

Tang San was nearly laughing himself mad on the side.

Still, his acting was rather good. Only the frantic twitching at the corners of his mouth revealed his excitement.

Oscar instantly panicked.

In an almost pleading voice, he said to Ning Rongrong, "Rongrong!"

"Ever since we got to know each other, how many things have I done for you? How much have I given..."

"I know you understand it in your heart."

"Rongrong, think about it. Who comforted you when you were sad?"

"It was me!"

"Who was the first to help you whenever you encountered difficulties?"

"It was still me!"

Oscar looked pitifully at Ning Rongrong. "You wouldn't... choose me, would you?"

Spirit City, late at night.

The archive room of Spirit Hall.

Bibi Dong sat in a chair in a long robe. Her beautiful legs, wrapped in black stockings, stretched lightly as she yawned. Her mature figure was fully displayed, carrying a unique allure that made people unable to resist looking over to glimpse the Pope's peerless visage.

Yet the madness faintly revealed in her eyes also made people keep their distance.

She was examining documents.

Though night had already fallen, it did not hinder her investigation in the slightest.

However, a trace of anxiety flashed across her exquisite face.

For some reason, she felt uneasy.

Clearly, nothing should have happened, yet her thoughts were in complete disarray.

At that moment, Qian Daoliu quietly arrived.

Bibi Dong's expression instantly stiffened slightly, then quickly returned to normal as she pretended that everything was fine.

"What are you here for, Qian Daoliu? If you have nothing to say, don't come bother me."

Bibi Dong's tone carried traces of questioning and impatience.

In the past, Qian Daoliu would silently leave and ignore Bibi Dong.

But this time, Qian Daoliu did not intend to let her off so easily.

He wanted to get to the bottom of everything.

He wanted the truth to come to light.

He wanted that child to appear completely.

He sat down across from Bibi Dong and looked at the pile of documents before her. "What are you looking for?"

"Nothing."

Bibi Dong calmly raised her head, her beautiful eyes meeting those of Spirit Hall's Great Enshrined, a level 99 Peerless Douluo and the inheritor of the Angel lineage.

And Qian Xunji's father.

She had always believed that all her suffering was inseparable from the Qian Clan.

"Did you come to see me about something?"

Qian Daoliu nodded, his expression somewhat solemn.

"I'm asking you, Bibi Dong..."

He took a deep breath. His hands trembled faintly as he stared fixedly at her.

"Do you have... another child..."

Bibi Dong's movements abruptly froze. Her arm remained suspended in midair, and only after a long while did she slowly lower it.

A trace of unease flashed through her beautiful eyes, but it instantly vanished as she regained the dignity of the Pope.

"What are you talking about?" Bibi Dong sneered, lightly crossing her legs as her gaze turned cold.

Qian Daoliu slowly rose to his feet and looked down at Bibi Dong. A faint pressure drifted from him.

"Bibi Dong, I'm asking you. Aside from Xue'er, did you have—another child back then?!"