Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Saint Master, Twelve Talismans Chaotic the Continent

Chapter 93 Handle

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"you……"

Qian Renxue no longer cared about being beaten up earlier.

Are these two really together?

"Don't ask, it's just as you think!" Nan Feng put his hand on Bibi Dong's shoulder.

"..."

Upon seeing Nan Feng's posture, which resembled that of a close friend, Qian Renxue's eyes suddenly cleared.

No, if this guy really had such thoughts, how could he have slept in Yuexuan for so long without sleeping with Tang Yuehua?

She must have misunderstood!

"How...how did you do that?" Qian Renxue sat up, looking at her completely recovered body in disbelief.

Even with her grandfather's help, it would take at least half a month to heal such a serious injury, and another month or two to fully recover.

But just now, Nanfeng patted her on the shoulder!

Instant cure!

"Did I accidentally hurt her brain?" Nan Feng asked worriedly.

"Wait a minute, if I did it, then it was external force, and it should have been kicked away by now..."

Qian Renxue's eyes twitched slightly. "Don't look at me like that. I'm not crazy."

"You said it yourself. If something really goes wrong, it's not my fault," Nan Feng said.

"Your mother is here; she's our witness!"

Bibi Dong kicked Nan Feng aside with a speechless expression and returned to her seat.

"How did you do that?" Qian Renxue asked again.

"Didn't I tell you that I'm the most powerful healing-type Soul Master in the world?" Nan Feng said.

Qian Renxue was taken aback. "Are you serious?"

"Of course, I rarely joke, it's just that you don't believe me," Nan Feng said.

He rarely lies, but no one believes him when he tells the truth; instead, people believe his fabricated stories.

"Were you in Wuhun City when my father had his accident?" Qian Renxue asked.

"Yes, what's wrong?" Nan Feng asked.

Qian Renxue's eyes reddened, and she stood up. "Then why didn't you save him?"

"Huh?" Nan Feng looked completely bewildered.

Why should I save him?

"you……"

"What do I care if he lives or dies?"

"he……"

"No, his life or death is very important to me. To be precise, his death is very important to me."

"..."

Qian Renxue narrowed her eyes slightly. "What do you mean?"

"The literal meaning," Nan Feng said.

"How can I be your stepfather if your idiot biological father doesn't die?"

Qian Renxue was stunned. "You killed him?"

"If you say so, then so be it." Nan Feng turned and left.

Qian Renxue quickly stepped in front of her, "Explain yourself clearly!"

"I'll give you three seconds to think it over. Either move aside, or I'll help you get back to that paralyzed state you were in," Nan Feng said.

Qian Renxue's expression froze, and she stepped aside somewhat fearfully.

That bastard really knows how to kill!

"Get this straight. Even Qian Daoliu wouldn't dare speak to me like that. What right do you have to order me around? Who gave you the courage?"

Nan Feng glanced at Qian Renxue speechlessly, then walked towards the side hall where Hu Liena was. It was time to bring Dugu Yan and the others over for a look.

Qian Renxue watched Nan Feng leave the hall with a dark expression.

asshole!!!

Mood swings! Unpredictable mood swings!

"you……"

"Do you think you have the right to question me?" Bibi Dong didn't even look up, her gaze still fixed on the memorial on the table. Nan Feng had been doing too much lately, and the reactions from below were huge. She was already incredibly busy, and now she had to spend time dealing with this temperamental girl.

"Nana never gives me any trouble," Bibi Dong said.

"And I certainly wouldn't throw a tantrum at you like you have done time and time again."

"So you're treating her like a daughter?" Qian Renxue was so angry she laughed.

"If I could choose," Bibi Dong said.

"I hope it's her, not you."

"..."

……

Before long, Nan Feng led Dugu Yan and the others back to the main hall of the Papal Palace.

"What's wrong with her?" Nan Feng asked.

When he came over just now, he ran into Qian Renxue again, but her dejected look seemed a bit off.

"It's nothing," Bibi Dong said, raising her head.

"She wants to hear the truth. When I do, she thinks I'm lying to her. Even if I tell her the truth, she won't listen..."

I'm currently reading the error-free version! This is the first time I've published this novel.

"Forget it, let's not talk about her anymore. Anyway, she'll be back in a few days."

This isn't the first time she's said this this month, and every time she manages to leave Qian Renxue speechless and on the verge of breaking down.

But she came again a few days later.

All I can say is that its recovery ability is really good.

"You are the hostages sent by Xingluo?" Bibi Dong looked at Davis, Zhu Zhuyun, Dai Mubai, and Zhu Zhuqing, who were arranged in descending order of height.

"I heard your ages also range from oldest to youngest: fifteen, twelve, nine, sixteen. Xingluo certainly knows how to have children; are you counting down the days?"

One year of pregnancy, one year of recuperation, one year of rest, that makes exactly three years.

They really are counting down the days until they're born.

"If that second prince hadn't died, he should be twelve years old now, right?" Bibi Dong looked at the oldest, Davis.

"Your Holiness, it is...it is like this." Davis lowered his head nervously, not daring to meet Bibi Dong's gaze.

"Your biggest competitor is gone, and the position of Crown Prince, which should have been yours, is now further away from you once again," Bibi Dong said.

"You must be very angry, right?"

"No... I wouldn't dare." Davis lowered his head even further, his back soaked with cold sweat.

Zhu Zhuyun and the other two also lowered their heads silently, not daring to make a sound.

"So, not daring to mean you do?" Bibi Dong raised an eyebrow.

"How about this, I can let you go back to Xingluo, as long as you are willing to kill your fiancée with your own hands, swear with her blood that you will not be an enemy of the Spirit Hall, and after inheriting the throne, you will not go to war with the Heavenly Dou, but will recuperate."

Davis was taken aback, then shakily raised his head. "Your Holiness, are you serious?"

"..."

"Hehe~" Seeing Davis's appearance, Bibi Dong couldn't help but laugh.

It seems Nan Feng put a lot of pressure on this kid along the way; he's been scared out of his wits and doesn't even bother pretending anymore.

"Of course." Bibi Dong casually tossed the dagger that Nan Feng used to peel apples onto Davis.

"I believe you've already realized that all this talk of exchange and learning is a sham. What the Spirit Hall wants isn't to kill a few insignificant hostages like you. What we want is an obedient Star Luo Emperor."

"Only when you return and successfully inherit the throne can you play your greatest role."

"If you die here, it won't mean anything to me."

"Besides, if you kill her, I'll have leverage over you, and that'll put my mind at ease, won't it?"

"..."

"Weiss?"

Zhu Zhuyun stared stiffly at Davis, who was actually bending down to pick up the dagger.

"Your Holiness, are you... truly willing to support me in becoming the Crown Prince of Xingluo?" Davis gripped the dagger tightly, raised his head, and his eyes turned sharp.

"Of course, what the Spirit Hall needs is a controllable Star Luo Emperor, not a few corpses," Bibi Dong said.

"The same goes for the Heavenly Dou Empire. However, you should have heard about their situation. A few years ago, the princes all died suddenly and mysteriously. Now, only the Crown Prince Xue Qinghe and the young prince Xue Beng remain. With so many people watching, it's not convenient for Xue Qinghe to make a move for the time being. He'll have to wait a few more years."

"But Xingluo is different. Fighting each other is your Xingluo tradition. Even if they really die here, it's not a big deal, is it?"

"..."

(End of this chapter)