Douluo: Star-Breaking Sword God

Chapter 146 The Gift in the Secret Chamber (Part 1)

"Hmm."

Qian Renxue lay on the bed, her two long, fair legs dangling in the air, her fingertips twirling a strand of hair, and the corners of her lips slightly upturned.

She seemed to be in a good mood. Just this evening, Bibi Dong came here to apologize to Qian Renxue.

Although they didn't exchange many words, their relationship seemed to have eased somewhat.

Upon learning that the fried egg on the table was made by Qian Renxue, she was even slightly taken aback. She picked up the fried egg, put it in her mouth, chewed it carefully, and commented that it tasted good.

Although Qian Renxue felt conflicted, she still expressed her dissatisfaction with Bibi Dong verbally.

After all, Bibi Dong hadn't gotten her permission, so she just ate it without asking!

Keep in mind, this is still her territory. If it weren't her territory, it's unimaginable how unscrupulous Bibi Dong would be!

Bibi Dong did not stay to have dinner with them. After expressing her gratitude to Ling Qianyao and the others for their efforts in improving her mental state, and inviting Ling Qianyao to continue treating her the next day, she left.

Zhu Zhuqing came to Ling Qianyao's side, handed him the fruit drink, and said softly, "When the Pope came down today, she seemed to be wearing casual clothes. Her gentle and elegant appearance was very different from her usual dignified and aloof image."

I noticed that when she looked at Sister Xue, her eyes seemed to soften a bit.

Ling Qianyao took a sip of his fruit drink and asked, somewhat puzzled, "What's wrong? Isn't this a good thing?"

Zhu Zhuqing lay down on the other side of the recliner, her delicate body leaning slightly against Ling Qianyao's chest, her jade-like legs crossed, and her soft hands gently resting on Ling Qianyao's chest.

He began, "I just feel that things might not be that simple."

Although His Holiness the Pope no longer looked at Sister Xue with the same cold and distant gaze as when we first arrived, I always felt that there was something indescribable hidden deep in his eyes.

Her gaze was gentle, but when she looked at Sister Xue, it lacked the subtle warmth we had felt when we first arrived.
How can I put it?

Zhu Zhuqing's eyebrows twitched as if she was trying to find the right words. "It seems like something is missing, that innate bond and concern that only blood relatives have."

When she first arrived, even though her gaze was cold, I could still see a faint, primal concern for her blood relatives hidden deep in her eyes.

Now, there's more apology, guilt, and a layer of inexplicable emotion veiled in mist.

Ling Qianyao was slightly taken aback. Zhu Zhuqing was very perceptive. If they were women in the Xingluo Zhu family, they would most likely be drawn into the vortex of the struggle for imperial power.

Regardless of their talent, once they enter the system, their education is tailored to the standards of a future empress.

Coupled with the subtle influence of her family's upbringing, she was naturally more sensitive to changes in people's emotions. This also enabled Zhu Zhuqing to remain composed despite Qian Renxue's charm in Tiandou City.

Instead, thanks to his accurate understanding of people's hearts, he has Qian Renxue under his control, and the two have not yet discussed the question of who the right wife is.

He pondered for a moment, "Perhaps she hasn't fully recovered yet, and her condition is fluctuating, which is why her emotions are so complex?"

Zhu Zhuqing, resting her head on his chest, shook her head slightly. "Perhaps I'm overthinking it. However, when I first arrived, the Pope's eyes did look very similar to Zhu Yun's, which is why I made my guess."

She glanced at Qian Renxue, "Shh—I'm wearing a new lipstick today, it tastes different, want to try it?"

The two stopped talking and closed their eyes slightly. Zhu Zhuqing gradually moved from her side-lying position to lie on top of Ling Qianyao, their red lips and white teeth touching, exchanging sweet saliva.

A moment later, Qian Renxue, who was on the bed, realized that Ling Qianyao had not yet arrived at the bed, so she couldn't help but look at the recliner a little further away.

The image of Ling Qianyao and the other woman embracing intimately flashed into her mind, and she was instantly filled with anger. She hadn't said a word when he cheated on her that morning, and now he was doing it right in front of her!

"This is absolutely outrageous! I already tolerated their behavior this morning, but now they're acting so brazenly!"

"Humph~"

Qian Renxue snorted softly, her soul power fluctuating as the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul quietly possessed her. Three pairs of pure white wings unfurled from her back, and with a flash of light, she arrived beside the recliner.

With a gentle flap of its wings, it enveloped Ling Qianyao, like a white whirlwind, and carried him to the bed. "You!" Zhu Zhuqing looked at her with some anger; she was still enjoying herself, having only just unleashed her cat tail.

"Hmph," Qian Renxue's lips curled up, a hint of smugness and provocation in her eyes, as she pulled Ling Qianyao closer to her. "So you're allowed to use your cat tail? My angel wings are much more fun than a cat tail~"

As she spoke, Qian Renxue spread her wings, completely enveloping Ling Qianyao and herself, and her soft lips pressed against his, silencing him.

Her movements were tinged with a hint of defiance, yet filled with deep affection, as she tightly wrapped her arms around Ling Qianyao's neck.

Ling Qianyao raised an eyebrow. These two didn't take him seriously at all, and were actually fighting over him.

With a thought, he reached up with one hand and placed the other on Qian Renxue's most sensitive waist, while intensifying his invasion of her lips.

Qian Renxue's body stiffened at first, then quickly went limp. The six wings also released their wrapping, trembling slightly, and their light began to flicker.

Her eyes were glazed over, and she let out soft moans as her hands unconsciously gripped Ling Qianyao's clothes on the back.

"call--"

Their lips parted, and Qian Renxue, panting, sat down next to Ling Qianyao, her cheeks flushed red.

Zhu Zhuqing had already come to the bedside, and pouted, "Both incompetent and playful."

Ling Qianyao raised an eyebrow. "I say, haven't you guys been disrespecting me a bit lately? I'm supposed to be the male head of this household, aren't I?"

Zhu Zhuqing sat down on the other side of Ling Qianyao and snorted.

On the other side, Qian Renxue, who had recovered, also let out a soft hum.

Ling Qianyao sighed helplessly and spread his hands. "I'm going to sleep first. You guys can keep going." With that, he pulled himself into the thin blanket first.

Qian Renxue and Zhu Zhuqing sat on either side of Ling Qianyao, exchanged a glance, then simultaneously shifted their gazes to the side. Then, as if on cue, they both pulled back a corner of the blanket and lay down.
The following day, the papal bedroom behind the Papal Palace.

Ling Qianyao walked here with ease and sat down on the bed without any hesitation.

Before he came, he had already used astrology to predict the future. Including the midnight one, all three images showed "great fortune". Therefore, he was not worried that Bibi Dong would go berserk and harm him.

Bibi Dong's lips curled into a smile, and just like yesterday, she headed to the bathroom.

After she came out of the bathroom, she changed into her familiar loose-fitting nightgown. However, the nightgown seemed to have been deliberately tailored, adding a touch of allure to it than before.

The skirt was a bit shorter, barely covering the top of her thighs, revealing her long, straight, and fair legs.

Her neckline was also much lower, exposing a large expanse of her fair skin. Below her delicate collarbone, her soft skin undulated slightly, trembling gently with her breath.

The material is as light and thin as gauze, subtly revealing her graceful figure. The belt at her waist is casually knotted, as if it would come undone with a gentle pull, adding a touch of languor and sexiness.

Water droplets slid down her hair, and she seemed to have left the bathroom without drying herself. She used the light gauze nightgown to absorb the moisture, so that the nightgown clung perfectly to Bibi Dong's body, outlining her exquisite curves without reservation.

"Your Majesty!" Ling Qianyao exclaimed in surprise.

Before he could make a move, Bibi Dong had already appeared in front of him in an instant, and her warm lips pressed against his without warning.

In his eyes, he saw Bibi Dong's gaze, which shimmered with endless desire.

Shh—take a nap first~

Ling Qianyao's consciousness gradually became hazy, his eyelids felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, and he slowly closed them. In the last moment before his consciousness faded, he seemed to see the surrounding scene suddenly change.

(P.S.: The next chapter will be a bit longer~)

(End of this chapter)