Douluo: After Bibi Dong's abuse, Gu Yuena takes care of her

Chapter 177 Qian Daoliu's sadness, this seems to be God's will...

Enshrinement Hall!
There was a solemn atmosphere inside the Temple of Angels.

An old man stood alone in front of the angel statue, looking a little lonely.

The flickering candlelight in the hall illuminated his bleak figure. He slightly raised his head and stared at the tall and sacred angel statue with a miserable expression, as if immersed in endless sorrow.

The wrinkles on his weather-beaten face seemed to have deepened, and each wrinkle told of the vicissitudes of life in the past. His eyes had lost their former sharpness and majesty, replaced by deep sorrow and helplessness.

His usual upright posture now looked slightly hunched, as if his spine was bent by a heavy burden. His hands were clenched into fists, but then he loosened them powerlessly, as if the inner struggle made him not know what to do.

"Why... why is this... that child has suffered so much, but why is it him?"

"Why……"

Qian Daoliu's lips trembled slightly, as if he was mumbling to himself, or as if he was telling the angel statue about his inner pain. The voice was weak and trembling, swallowed up by the silent temple.

His gorgeous clothes were no longer dazzling, but rather looked somewhat dull in this dim atmosphere. His white hair was particularly conspicuous under the candlelight, as if witnessing the great blow he had experienced.

The entire Angel Temple was shrouded in a depressing atmosphere. Qian Daoliu just stood there quietly, as if he had merged with this desolate scene, feeling lonely and yet pitiful.

Qianjun Douluo and other Spirit Hall priests stood quietly not far away, their eyes all fell on Qian Daoliu, their expressions full of worry.

During this period of time, Qian Daoliu always stood in front of the angel statue in deep thought, with a miserable look and a bleak image. They were full of doubts and anxiety, but they did not dare to step forward and ask rashly.

Qianjun Douluo frowned, his eyes showing deep concern. The several priests beside him also had solemn expressions, looking at each other, but could only communicate helplessness through their eyes.

"Alas... it has been like this since I went to the Angel Temple. What happened, brother?"

"Who knows? Last time, Xiaoxue said that the Angel God seemed to be talking to Big Brother."

"Hiss... Angel God contacted big brother?"

"But I don't know what I said, anyway, it's like this now."

The several priests could only discuss in low voices. They knew very well how powerful and majestic Qian Daoliu was, but now he seemed to have lost his soul, immersed in unspeakable pain.

That lonely figure made Qianjun Douluo feel sad.

Qian Daoliu seemed very sad and struggling...

They tried to find clues from Qian Daoliu's occasional words, but they found nothing. He buried his thoughts deeply and was unwilling to reveal even a little to them.

"What happened to make the boss so depressed? Why don't we just ask directly..."

As an upright demon-subduing Douluo, he couldn't help but whisper, but his voice was also very clear in this silent temple. Others hurriedly signaled him to be silent, fearing that they would disturb Qian Daoliu.

I don’t know how much time had passed, as if time had stopped in this solemn atmosphere.

Qian Daoliu finally spoke up: "Qianjun, is there anything big happening in the Spirit Hall now?"

His voice was hoarse and low, carrying endless fatigue, breaking the long silence.

Qianjun Douluo and the others were stunned at first, then hurried forward. Qianjun Douluo bowed slightly and replied respectfully: "Brother, everything in the Spirit Hall is stable at the moment, and nothing major has happened."

"The only major event is the current Continental Advanced Spirit Master Academy Competition. This time, the final will be held in the main hall of our Spirit Hall."

"And recently Xiaoxue appeared in the competition, and she actually reached the eighth ring!" Speaking of Qian Renxue's eighth ring, several priests felt gratified and shocked. After all, Xiaoxue, as the only descendant of the Priest Hall, was their treasure.

Although she was a little willful, Qian Renxue was still very good to these grandfathers.

They were naturally happy to see Qian Renxue had achieved the eighth ring.

"Xiaoxue actually represented the Spirit Hall Academy in the battle?"

Qian Daoliu frowned slightly. He was shocked about Qian Renxue's eight rings, because it seemed that the Angel God had given Qian Renxue some cheats during this period of time.

I passed the six tests in three months and now it is normal to have eight rings!

What puzzled her was why Qian Renxue wanted to fight on behalf of the Spirit Hall Academy. But she knew Qian Renxue...she generally wouldn't do anything that didn't benefit her.

"Another more important thing is that there is an amazing silver-haired girl in this competition. I think her name is Gu Yuena... She also has eight spirit rings, and her spirit ring ratio is four black and four red!"

"Under 25 years old...it's really amazing."

When mentioning Gu Yuena, several worshippers were also filled with emotion.

It is true that every generation has its own talented people, each of whom leads the trend for hundreds of years.

I used to think I was a genius, but compared to myself now... I really just throw away the goods when I compare them!
"The silver-haired girl...Gu Yuena!"

When Qian Daoliu heard the silver-haired girl, he was suddenly stunned, with complicated emotions revealed in his eyes.

His thoughts instantly went back to the last time he saw the silver-haired girl. She was with Qian Renshang at that time. If nothing unexpected happened... this Gu Yuena was the girl at that time, which meant that Qian Renshang had also come to Wuhun City.

Thinking of this, Qian Daoliu's expression became even more miserable. He smiled bitterly and muttered to himself:

"God's will, God's will..."

"Why...you have to come back, kid!"

The voice was full of helplessness and lamentation, as if this was fate's ruthless trick on him.

Qianjun Douluo and the others looked at each other, not understanding why the Great Priest would react in this way. But they did not dare to ask rashly, and just stood aside quietly, the atmosphere becoming more solemn.

Qian Daoliu slowly closed his eyes, the pain on his face became even more intense, as if he was experiencing an extremely intense struggle and torment in his heart.

But soon, Qian Daoliu's expression began to change drastically, as unpredictable as the changing weather. The initial sadness gradually subsided, and then a serious look took over his face, and finally it became cold and without any emotion.

His eyes were like lightning, scanning every priest present, and he said in an unquestionable tone: "All priests, on the day of the finals, gather at the finals site!"

When everyone heard this, they were all puzzled. But facing the extremely majestic Qian Daoliu at this moment, they did not dare to hesitate or question, and they all responded respectfully: "Yes!"

Qianjun Douluo raised his head slightly, trying to get some clues from Qian Daoliu's expression, but all he saw was the iceberg-like indifference, so he had to suppress the doubts in his heart.

The other priests also had solemn expressions. Although they did not know the intention of the chief priest's action, they knew that something extremely important was about to happen.

In this solemn atmosphere, Qian Daoliu turned around and faced the angel statue again. His cold back made everyone feel a chill.

(End of this chapter)