Douluo Continent: Transmigrated into Tang San's Younger Sister and Became a God with Two Martia

After saying that, Lingyuan Douluo swallowed hard and said, "Besides, Young Master, His Holiness the Pope was a level 95 Power Attack Type Title Douluo back then. Who could assassinate His Holiness the Pope without making a sound?"

Upon hearing this, Qian Shiye smiled faintly, glanced at Ling Yuan Douluo, and said calmly, "Normally, my father wouldn't die without a sound, but don't forget, he was injured at the time."

As he spoke, Qian Shiye turned his sharp eyes to look at Ling Yuan Douluo.

The latter trembled slightly and said somewhat awkwardly, "Young Master, I don't understand what you mean by that."

Qian Shiye gently tightened his grip, and Lingyuan Douluo immediately felt a wave of discomfort. She trembled as she spoke, "Young Master, spare my life, Young Master, spare my life."

"Tell me, who attacked my father back then? Since I've come to ask you today, it means I know everything. When my father was in trouble, you were the one on duty outside."

Lingyuan Douluo hesitated for a moment, then lowered his head and slowly said, "Young Master, I really don't know anything."

"As you know, I am one of the most loyal supporters of the former Pope. For years, I have wanted to seek revenge against Haotian Douluo. If I weren't so no match for Haotian Douluo, I would definitely..."

Before he could finish speaking, Qian Shiye tightened his grip even more, with enough force to suffocate someone. Ling Yuan Douluo's body quickly began to tremble violently.

"Young Master—Young Master, I really don't know anything. It was His Majesty Haotian who killed the former Pope. Please, Your Majesty, see the truth," Lingyuan Douluo pleaded.

Qian Shiye's deep, cold voice rang out, "I'm giving you one last chance. How exactly did my father die?"

"It was indeed His Majesty Haotian who killed the former Pope; your subordinate dared not deceive the young master—"

"Lying." With that, Qian Shiye's hand tightened mercilessly. Ling Yuan Douluo, a powerful Title Douluo, let out a broken sob, and then her head exploded in the man's hand.

After doing all this, Qian Shiye released his grip, and Lingyuan Douluo instantly collapsed from the force. Qian Shiye took out a handkerchief embroidered with spider lilies from the corner of his waist and wiped the blood clean, finger by finger.

He then neatly folded the handkerchief and put it away.

After tidying up, Qian Shiye looked up at Tang Nian, a slight smile playing on his lips, and said, "Nian Nian, look, isn't this the head of a Title Douluo from the Spirit Hall?"

For some reason, Tang Nian felt that Qian Shiye had an indescribable eeriness about him. His face was still cold and aloof, but the curve of his lips was extremely subtle, as if he was trying to restrain something.

Tang Nian steadied herself and finally stepped forward to look at Qian Shiye, saying softly, "Thank you, Qian Shiye."

Qian Shiye raised his hand and gently touched Tang Nian's head with his clean hand, saying tenderly, "Nian'an, don't overthink it. I was planning to settle accounts with her after I broke through to level 98. This is just a coincidence. You don't need to take it to heart."

Tang Nian stared at Qian Shiye for a long time without saying a word. At this moment, she didn't know what to say, only that Qian Shiye really cared about her.

"Fool." Qian Shiye said with a faint smile, "Let's go back to the inn first. Now is not the time to leave the city."

Without wasting any time, the two headed towards the inn.

In less than an hour, Chrysanthemum Douluo felt a powerful force sweeping over his head again.

He thought for a moment and figured that Qian Shiye had finished his business. He took a deep breath, then breathed a sigh of relief.

That's good, after all these years, the death of the former Pope is finally going to be made public.

Inside the inn, there was still the same bed, and Tang Nian still didn't know where to stand or where to put her hands.

She stood there, her whole body stiff. Qian Shiye saw her like that, stepped forward and took off her hat. He looked at her intently and saw that Tang Nian's face was flushed, just like a bright red apple that had just been moistened by dew.

It looked so tempting that one wanted to take a bite. Qian Shiye's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and after swallowing, he ultimately refrained from doing anything to Tang Nian.

He smiled faintly and said, "Don't worry, I won't do anything to you. You sleep in the bed tonight, and I'll make do over there." As he spoke, Qian Shiye pointed to the sofa not far away.

The sofa was very short, at most 1.8 meters, which didn't match Qian Shiye's height of over 2 meters at all.

Tang Nian hesitated for a moment, then slowly said, "How about you sleep in the same bed with me tonight? But!"

Tang Nian pointed to the bed, which was at least two and a half meters wide, and said, "You sleep in yours, I'll sleep in mine. We agreed that we wouldn't do anything."

Qian Shiye held up three fingers and said, "Thank you, Niannian. I promise I won't do anything and will behave myself."

No one wants to be away from their loved ones, and Qian Shiye was no exception. He was no saint; he was just an ordinary person.

But even if that's what they say, it's not the same feeling when the two of them are actually lying in bed.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

The room was pitch black, with only a faint moonlight shining through the window onto the two of them.

The sound of their breathing was unusually clear in the silence. Qian Shiye tried to move his stiff legs, but accidentally bumped into Tang Nian's leg, making a slight sound.

Tang Nian's eyelashes trembled slightly, a little uncomfortable, but she didn't say anything and remained lying there stiffly.

Qian Shiye froze instantly and quickly said, "I didn't mean to nudge."

As he spoke, he quickly pulled his leg back. The two turned their heads almost simultaneously, their eyes meeting. In that instant, a hint of panic flashed in their eyes at the same time.

Qian Shiye coughed softly, and Tang Nian reached out to stroke the hair on her neck. People always pretend to be busy when they are in an awkward situation.

The atmosphere in the room grew increasingly oppressive. Qian Shiye turned around, her gaze wandering in the dim light.

At that moment, Tang Nian felt Qian Shiye's gaze, and even in the darkness, his cheeks flushed instantly.

She turned her head somewhat bewildered, and coincidentally, their eyes met like sparks and lightning.

The breaths of the people were synchronized, forming a tacit understanding in the darkness. The wind outside made the windows creak, breaking the tranquility inside.

Just as Tang Nian removed her hand from her hair and placed it on the bed, her hand touched Qian Shiye's hand.

A jolt of electricity made their hearts race and their breaths mingle. (End of Chapter)