Douluo Continent: My Martial Soul is the Black Dragon, I am the Lord of the Gods

Chapter 254 They don't even try to hide it from people anymore.

……

After the explanation was made clear, Qian Renxue was quite accommodating and didn't cause any more trouble. She simply asked Hu Liena to leave first, and also took Shui Bing'er and Huo Wu with her.

"Is there anything else?" Xuanming asked.

"Didn't you want to rest?" Qian Renxue sat on the sofa and patted her thigh.

"Come and rest."

Xuanming sighed, "Your Highness, as the team leader, shouldn't you be watching the competition and gathering intelligence for everyone?"

“With so many teachers at the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy, they will naturally compile and send over the information on the various academy teams. I don’t need to worry about it,” Qian Renxue said.

"Or are you trying to get rid of me?"

"Then do as you please, I'm tired." Xuanming didn't say anything more and turned to go back to his bedroom to rest.

Qian Renxue was stunned for a moment, then got up and followed her in.

Xuanming collapsed onto the bed. Qian Renxue, seeing him like this, didn't say anything more, gently lay down on the bed, and hugged him from behind.

"Don't be nervous, I won't do anything inappropriate to you," Qian Renxue said softly.

Xuanming hesitated, then gave up on saying anything.

Xuanming closed his eyes, trying to relax, but Qian Renxue's soft breathing was right next to his ear, and her hand around his waist made it impossible for him to calm down.

"How am I supposed to sleep if you're like this?" Xuanming said helplessly.

"You can sleep in the Pope's palace, so why can't you sleep now?" Qian Renxue hugged her even tighter.

"Or are you afraid I'll do something secretly?"

Xuanming was speechless for a moment.

Seeing this, the Ice Dragon King knew it was time for her to make her move.

"Don't hug him from behind, he won't feel safe. Hug him from the front." The Ice Dragon King's voice suddenly rang in Qian Renxue's mind.

Hearing the familiar voice, Qian Renxue was slightly taken aback, recalling the special person in the Crown Prince's residence half a year ago. She wanted to ask for clarification, but considering that the other party probably wouldn't tell her, she gave up.

"How to hug?"

"Hold him the way an adult holds a child," the Ice Dragon King said.

Qian Renxue's expression turned somewhat unnatural. "A child?"

"Have you forgotten that he's still a child?" the Ice Dragon King said strangely.

Although Xuanming appears overly mature in many things, he is still a child at heart, a very insecure child.

He wasn't used to having someone behind him. Normally, the two dragons on his back would always be watching what was happening behind him, but this position was really inconvenient.

Qian Renxue hesitated for a moment, then gently moved her body, going around from behind Xuan Ming to the front, and hugged him in her arms like a child. Her movements were a little clumsy but also a little cautious.

Xuanming's body stiffened slightly. He looked up, about to say something, when the Ice Dragon King gave Qian Renxue another instruction: "Hold his head."

Qian Renxue's cheeks flushed slightly, but she still reached out her hands as instructed, gently pulling Xuanming's head into her arms, resting her chin on the top of his head, and stroking his hair gently, just like coaxing a child.

Xuanming's feelings were complicated. He wanted to push Qian Renxue away, but the Ice Dragon King came back to his senses and said, "Just let her hug you. There aren't many opportunities like this anyway."

"Her hatred towards you in the future is a matter for the future; at least for now, let her be happy."

Even if you become enemies tomorrow, that's a matter for tomorrow. Today, you are still friends.

Upon hearing this, Xuanming gradually relaxed, his breathing became steady, and he let Qian Renxue hold him.

As Qian Renxue felt Xuanming's breathing gradually become steady in her arms, a gentle smile unconsciously appeared on her lips. She gently closed her eyes and hugged him even tighter.

"Be gentle, I'm suffocating."

"..."

……

Night fell like a giant, deep blue ribbon, slowly enveloping the entire city. Brilliant lights twinkled on both sides of the street, like jewels inlaid on the ribbon.

Dugu Yan and her group finally returned to the hotel, each carrying a large lunchbox.

"His Highness the Crown Prince has been trying to persuade him for so long, he should have calmed down by now, right?" Dugu Yan was still a little worried.

Although the relationship between Xuanming and Xue Qinghe is strange, only Xue Qinghe can calm Xuanming down when he is angry. Of course, when Xuanming is calm, Xue Qinghe is also the person who is most likely to agitate him.

“He’s not angry,” Gu Yuena said softly.

"Not angry?" Ning Rongrong turned around. "But he just left."

“He’s tired,” Gu Yuena said.

“You guys were making a bit of a racket back then, and he… probably found it annoying.”

Ning Rongrong's expression froze, and Dugu Yan and the others also looked somewhat unnatural, as if that were the case.

Upon arriving at Xuanming's room, Xiaowu, who was walking in front, knocked on the door. Since there was no response, she simply took out her key and opened the door.

"You have a key to his room?" Dugu Yan's eyes twitched slightly.

“Yes, His Highness the Crown Prince gave it to me,” Xiao Wu said.

“Lingling has it too.”

Dugu Yan was taken aback and looked at Ye Lingling, "Why won't he give it to us?"

"You guys?" Ye Lingling looked puzzled. "If you guys had the key, what would that mean?"

Dugu Yan pouted somewhat guiltily, but didn't say anything more, and followed the others into the room.

The room was completely dark, without a single light.

Ning Rongrong turned on the room lights. "Haven't they come back yet?"

At this moment, a slightly hurried sound came from the bedroom. Under everyone's tense gaze, the bedroom door slowly opened, and Xuanming and Xue Qinghe, who looked like they had just woken up, walked out.

His hair was disheveled, and his clothes were in disarray.

Especially noticing Xue Qinghe's inexplicably shy and evasive gaze, everyone instantly imagined a whole drama unfolding in their minds!
“You guys…” Ning Rongrong’s eyes widened, her temper flaring.

No way! She was beaten to it by a man?!
Xuanming rubbed his eyes. "Don't force me to throw you out of here in the middle of the night."

Upon hearing Xuanming's words, everyone fell silent, but the burning desire for gossip in their eyes could not be extinguished.

"We...we just came to see if you've calmed down yet." Dugu Yan broke the silence first, but her eyes couldn't help but dart into the bedroom, trying to find more "clues" inside.

"I'm not breathing." Xuanming straightened his clothes.

What are you doing bringing so many boxes here?

"I'm just worried you'll go hungry," Ning Rongrong pouted.

Xue Qinghe had regained his composure and coughed lightly, saying, "Now that Xuanming is alright, let's all eat something together. We've all been busy all day and are quite hungry."

Everyone gathered around the sofa in the living room, opened their lunchboxes, and the air was filled with delicious aromas. They ate their food while chatting casually, and the atmosphere gradually relaxed.

However, looking at Xue Qinghe sitting next to Xuan Ming and serving him food, everyone's expressions became increasingly complicated.

They're not even trying to avoid people?

……

The preliminary rounds continued. This round's opponents weren't strong. Xuanming didn't even have to lift a finger, and Dugu Yan and her group finished the battle in less than a minute. However, they were a bit too heavy-handed, clearly because they weren't in a good mood.

Xuanming didn't explain much, after all, this matter was really hard to explain, or rather, if he didn't say anything, it would pass after a while, but if he did explain, Dugu Yan and the others would only become more suspicious.

After all, his relationship with Xue Qinghe had been somewhat strange over the years. Sometimes he would treat Xue Qinghe as Qian Renxue, and sometimes Xue Qinghe would forget her disguised identity and get physical with him.

Was there anything special about today's match?

Looking at Xuanming, who remained in the Great Soul Arena after the match, Xue Qinghe was somewhat puzzled.

"Let's watch the show," Xuanming said.

"Lively?" Xue Qinghe raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Let's find another place to watch the fun."

With that, Xue Qinghe pulled Xuanming along and headed towards the VIP seats.

"They really don't care about people anymore?" Ning Rongrong looked at the two people walking away with a bewildered expression.

"What kind of things are you thinking about?" Zhu Zhuqing couldn't stand it anymore.

Ning Rongrong turned around, her feelings extremely complicated. "Zhu Qing, but that's a man."

"He...please don't think such dirty thoughts, okay?" Zhu Zhuqing said helplessly.

The Golden Lion King—that's what Xuanming called the woman who captured her in Soto City.

However, when Xue Qinghe went to see Xuan Ming before, Xuan Ming said the same thing.

Although this matter was somewhat bizarre, she noticed that the strange atmosphere between Xuanming and Xue Qinghe was exactly the same as that between Xuanming and that woman back then.

In other words, the woman known as the Golden Lion King is very likely the same person as Xue Qinghe!

VIP seats.

Led by Xue Qinghe, Xuan Ming also sat down next to him.

Upon seeing this, Bibi Dong, who was sitting in the first row, transmitted a few words to Yue Guan, who nodded, stood up, and walked to Xuan Ming.

“Xuanming, His Holiness the Pope requests your presence at the front,” Yue Guan said.

Xuanming was slightly taken aback. Xue Qinghe subconsciously clenched her fists, but considering her current status, she suppressed her anger. "Since it is His Holiness the Pope who has invited you, you should go."

Xuanming hesitated for a moment, then stood up and walked to the front, saying, "Your Holiness the Pope."

Bibi Dong tilted her head, glanced at Yue Guan's position, and raised her chin. "Sit."

The atmosphere in the VIP area changed instantly upon hearing this.

Everyone turned to look in their direction, their eyes filled with shock.

A titled Douluo, an elder of the Spirit Hall, offering his seat to Xuanming?
Moreover, beside the Pope?
Is this blatant poaching?

"Fengzhi, the situation seems to be more complicated," Gu Rong transmitted telepathically.

As the Punishment Elder of the Spirit Hall and the second-in-command of the Pope's Palace, it was one thing for Yue Guan to stand up and offer his seat to Xuan Ming in front of so many people, but judging from his appearance, he didn't seem annoyed at all!

What kind of temper does Yue Guan have? How could this be?

Ning Fengzhi shook his head and remained silent.

He can't understand it at all now.

The relationship between Xuanming and the Pope seems to be somewhat extraordinary. Moreover, the fact that Yue Guan would give up his seat without any annoyance in this situation clearly indicates that they are old acquaintances!
(End of this chapter)