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

Chapter 240 Qian Renshang’s determination to sneak into Wuhun City!

This time, the Angel God came to the world not only for the Wuhun Empire, but also for Gu Yuena. Thinking of this, Qian Renshang's footsteps became heavier.

Every step he took seemed to carry a tremendous amount of pressure. He knew very well how powerful the God Realm was. It was an existence that was as unreachable and difficult to contend with as the vast galaxy.

In that endless divine realm, the power of God is almost omnipotent, and compared with it, the soul masters struggling in the mortal world are like ants compared to a giant elephant.

But no matter what, he would try his best to protect Gu Yuena.

Gu Yuena, that was the love of his heart, the one he was willing to give everything for. Even if there were mountains of swords and seas of fire ahead, even if he had to face the wrath of God, he would never back down.

The wind in the forest whistled past, ruffling Qian Renshang's hair. The hair danced wildly in the wind, but it could not blow away the worry in his heart.

Anxiety weighed heavily on his heart like dark clouds. He gritted his teeth, quickened his pace, and ran out of the forest like a flash of lightning. His clothes rustled in the wind like an unyielding battle flag.

The road ahead is full of unknowns and dangers, but he is ready to meet all challenges.

His eyes were firm, as if burning with an everlasting flame, which contained his determination, courage and hope for the future.

Qian Renshang can no longer wait, time is pressing, and Qian Renxue may soon become a god.

He was extremely anxious, and the veins on his forehead bulged out. The veins were like winding earthworms, highlighting his extreme anxiety. There was a determined fire burning in his eyes, and that fire seemed to burn all obstacles to ashes.

"We can't let her become a god so easily. We must do something to delay it a little bit!"

Qian Renshang roared in his heart. His voice echoed deep in his heart, inspiring him like a war drum.

His figure flashed and turned into a stream of light, rushing towards the direction of the Wuhun Empire.

Along the way, the wind whistled in his ears, and the whistling sound was like a thousand troops galloping past, but it could not disturb his thoughts. His thoughts were turning rapidly, thinking about possible solutions. Every thought was like a meteor across the night sky, short and dazzling.

Qian Renshang knew very well that he had to be extremely careful in his actions when facing the powerful Wuhun Empire and Qian Renxue who was about to become a god.

The Wuhun Empire is full of experts and is on high alert. If you are not careful, not only will you fail to achieve your goal, you may also end up in an irretrievable situation.

But at this moment, he no longer cared about so much. Even if there was only a glimmer of hope, he would try his best to fight for it.

When he approached the border of the Wuhun Empire, Qian Renshang slowed down, restrained his breath, and sneaked in carefully. He was like a cautious cheetah, and every step he took was light and silent.

Qian Renshang used his soul skills to perfectly hide his aura and continued to approach Wuhun City.

The twelve-winged fallen angel martial spirit loomed behind him, and the black wings emitted a mysterious glow. The glow flickered in the darkness, like a temptation from the abyss.

Different from the upright and holy aura of the six-winged angel, his fallen angel martial spirit has always been best at hiding and assassination.

It is like a ghost in the night, approaching its target silently and delivering a fatal blow.

The darkness enveloped the earth, providing him with perfect cover. The moonlight shone on him, but it seemed to be swallowed by his figure, leaving no trace. He shuttled through the shadows like a ghost, his figure erratic. The figure sometimes merged into the darkness, and sometimes flashed by in the moonlight, making it difficult to grasp.

The patrolling soldiers along the way were unaware, they were either yawning or staring blankly ahead, totally unaware that a deadly threat was quietly approaching. Even the masters hiding in the dark were unable to detect his presence.

Qian Renshang's steps were light and agile, and each step was like a feather falling, without making any sound. He was like a dancer in the dark, leaping lightly on the edge of death.

A few days later, Qian Renshang arrived at his destination!

His eyes were cold and sharp, staring at the Wuhun City in front of him. The city was brightly lit, with countless lights interweaving together, illuminating the streets and alleys.

But this light could not illuminate the darkness in his heart. In this endless night, he was the master, a deadly hunter lurking in the darkness. As long as he didn't want to be discovered, others really couldn't find him!

at the same time!

In the worship hall, several figures stood in front of several graves, looking very sad. Taking advantage of the darkness, they burned paper money. Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that they were Qian Daoliu, Golden Crocodile Douluo, and Lion Douluo!
Qian Daoliu's originally upright posture now seemed a little hunched, and his back was slightly bent, as if he was being pressed down by an invisible mountain.

His face was illuminated by the firelight, with deep wrinkles crisscrossing like ravines, and each wrinkle told of the vicissitudes of life and the pain in his heart.

His eyes were filled with turbid tears, which sparkled in the firelight, reflecting his inner sorrow. His once bright eyes were now filled with endless sorrow and vicissitudes.

His hair was disheveled, with a few strands of silver trembling in the wind, as if he had aged several decades in an instant. The hair no longer had the luster of the past, and looked dry and brittle.

The former majesty of Golden Crocodile Douluo was long gone. He clenched his fists tightly, and his knuckles turned white. Due to excessive force, the skin on his knuckles looked a little white.

His body was trembling slightly, not because of the cold, but because of the anger and pain in his heart that he could not suppress. The muscles on his face were tense, with lines of sorrow carved on them, and his voice was hoarse and broken:
"These are my brothers who have been through thick and thin with me. How could they just leave like this..."

His eyes were empty and lifeless, as if his soul had been sucked out, and he found it difficult to accept the cruel reality before him.

The Lion Douluo stood there blankly, motionless, like a wooden sculpture.

He stared at the burning paper money with dull eyes, mumbling inaudibly, perhaps his thoughts about his lost brother, or perhaps his accusation against fate.

His hair seemed to have turned completely white overnight, and his originally strong body now looked extremely thin, as if he had been ruthlessly ravaged by the years, and the vitality of life was rapidly draining away from him.

They found it hard to accept the death of their brother, and this heavy blow almost completely crushed their spirits.

Golden Crocodile Douluo gnashed his teeth, the muscles on his cheeks tensed.

"These damn beasts have caused me to lose so many brothers."

However, thinking that the culprit Qian Renshang was already dead, I felt a little better.

(End of this chapter)