Douluo Continent: My Sharingan is a bit unorthodox

"Alright, take me there!"

……

While Ye Qiu was still worried about the way the two women got along.

Far away in Wuhun City, information about him had already been delivered to Qian Daoliu.

The first rays of the rising sun fell upon the face of the angel statue in the center of Wuhun City, making it appear incredibly sacred, before slowly illuminating the entire city.

At the mountaintop, the ancestral hall stands majestically, draped in gold, exuding an ancient and profound aura.

There is also a statue of the God of Angels inside, which emits a faint golden holy glow even indoors.

Directly below, a middle-aged man who looked to be in his thirties or forties sat cross-legged. He was tall but not muscular, with handsome features and long golden hair that gave him an air of nobility. His aura was very comfortable to behold.

This person is none other than Qian Daoliu, one of the three peerless Douluos of this era!

At this moment, he was holding the letter his granddaughter had sent back, looking like an ordinary believer with a devout expression on his face.

He seemed to be muttering to himself, or perhaps asking someone.

"Ancestor, is Ye Qiu also one of the chosen ones by the gods?"

The message in the letter left him somewhat uncertain.

The entire hall was quiet, and no one responded to him.

After a long while, the golden light emanating from the sacred angel sculpture seemed to be gathering towards the center of its brow.

A wisp of golden thread flew out from between its brows and fell downwards.

Qian Daoliu's expression became even more devout. He put down the letter in his hand, cupped it in his hands as if presenting a supreme divine object.

The silk thread swirled in his hand for a moment, then burrowed into his brow. In his daze, a message appeared in his mind!

The golden angel statue had dimmed considerably.

"Thank you, ancestors!"

A look of understanding appeared on Qian Daoliu's face. He buried his head deeply in the ground. In front of his ancestor, he was the most devout believer!

Since Xue'er's birth, the angel statue has begun to emit a faint light, and he also heard the call of his ancestors by chance.

This filled him with immense joy! From then on, he spent almost every day there, bathed in divine light...

Time passed quietly, and a letter addressed to "Xue'er" was sent from the Hall of Offerings toward Tian Dou City.

……

In a private room of the most luxurious restaurant in Tiandou.

Several leather sofas were placed around a large table, and the food had been served almost completely.

Ye Qiu appeared here with Ning Rongrong and Xiao Lan.

As soon as she appeared, Ning Rongrong's gaze locked onto Dugu Yan, who had just gotten up from the sofa.

Their gazes seemed to have already sparked a connection in the air.

Ning Rongrong snorted coldly, while Dugu Yan ignored her and walked straight to Ye Qiu's side.

"Hello, Sister Yanyan~" Xiao Lan's voice rang out.

"Hmm, Little Blue must be hungry by now, right? How about letting your older sister cuddle your brother for a while?"

"Ah! Sister Yan Yan~ Why are you like this!" Before she could answer, Dugu Yan pulled her away, her face immediately showing a wronged expression.

"Ye Qiu, come sit here!" Dugu Yan pulled Ye Qiu along and started to walk to the left.

"Why should I listen to you? Ye Qiu should sit with me!" Ning Rongrong also pulled Ye Qiu to the right.

"Ye Qiu! What do you think?" ×2

The two women looked at Ye Qiu with smiles in their eyes, waiting for his answer.

Ye Qiu's back was sweating; he hadn't expected the two women to get into the mood so quickly.

He cautiously pointed to the sofa in the middle, and both women rolled their eyes at him.

But they still did as he instructed.

Time passed slowly, and from the moment Ye Qiu took his seat, this war without gunpowder officially began.

There was constant shouting and cursing.

"I was here first! You should call me 'older sister'!"

"Hmph! So what? I've already gone through the wedding ceremony with Ye Qiu, and we almost slept together! We've already been intimate! *kiss*"

"Ah!! You shameless woman, that was just you drugging me! You're not allowed to kiss me! *smack*"

"Even so, it's still a fact! I'm older than you, and I'm progressing faster than you, so you should be calling me 'older sister'!"

……

Seeing the strange atmosphere, Xiao Lan didn't dare to get involved and sat down at the table alone to fight her battle.

She swallowed hard, but her eyes were fixed on the two older sisters opposite her, who had been secretly competing with each other since they first met.

In her line of sight, Ye Qiu and the other two were sitting on the same sofa, with Ning Rongrong and Dugu Yan each on one side, each holding an arm, neither giving way to the other.

Ye Qiu's cheeks were covered with countless lip prints, and his face was wet and exuded different fragrances.

He bounced back and forth between the two women's arms, and as soon as he left Yan Yan's warm embrace, he leaned against a tablet to cushion his head.

At the same time, Ning Rongrong's frantic voice rang out.

"Ugh! You stinky woman, so what if you have big breasts? I'll get them too!"

His eyes were fixed on her chest, as if he wanted to scrape them off with his gaze!

Ever since Ye Qiu arrived, this stinky woman has been using this thing to seduce him from time to time!

Dugu Yan smiled slightly, straightened her body, and even took Ye Qiu's hand and placed it on her heart.

"Hehe...this is my ample asset as a woman, so let Ye Qiu lean against me, you might bump into him..."

"You are shameless!"

Ning Rongrong also took Ye Qiu's hand, but didn't know where to put it.

Taking advantage of the situation, Dugu Yan pulled Ye Qiu slightly towards her.

"Yanyan... Rongrong!"

Ye Qiu was pulled along by the two of them like a puppet on strings.

Seeing that she can't compete with Dugu Yan in terms of sex appeal and speed in getting to base.

He had barely opened his mouth when Ning Rongrong interrupted him. "Ye Qiu! Don't speak!"

"Hmph! You actually dared to use drugs to get Ye Qiu. Is it that my sword grandfather's sword is not sharp enough, or my bone grandfather's bones are not strong enough?"

"Believe it or not, I'll get them to arrest your so-called grandfather and give him a good beating!"

"Hmph! All you do is bully others by relying on the prestige of your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School. You can't do anything without that sect! You're just a pretty face!"

"Nonsense! Ye Qiu said that even if I leave the sect, I am still a genius with innate soul power at level nine! The owner of the number one support-type martial soul in the world!"

Ning Rongrong angrily grabbed Ye Qiu's arm and leaned on his shoulder.

Dugu Yan rolled her eyes at Ye Qiu, released him, took a sip of tea to moisten her throat, and looked at Ning Rongrong with disdain and indifference.

"Heh... If you really leave the sect, someone with your personality probably won't have a good life for long, right? If I'm not mistaken, Ye Qiu used to dislike you quite a bit..."

"Yanyan!" Ye Qiu frowned, interrupting her.

"You're talking nonsense! Ye Qiu doesn't hate me that much..." Ning Rongrong panicked and grabbed Ye Qiu's arm tightly.

"Then why don't you go out and try it? See who outside will tolerate you?"

Chapter 133 Fight me!

"Fine, I'll give it a try! You shameless jerk..."

Ning Rongrong glared at Dugu Yan, about to utter a curse, but suddenly stopped herself when she saw Ye Qiu's furrowed brows.

Dugu Yan's words and Ye Qiu's expression at this moment seemed to remind her of the time when Ye Qiu didn't treat her very well.

Holding Ye Qiu's hand, she stopped talking, glanced at him cautiously, and a hint of hesitation appeared in her eyes.

She lowered her head silently, her voice tinged with grievance and stubbornness.

"I...I don't want to talk to you anymore. Anyway, I'll prove you wrong! Humph!"

Ning Rongrong slipped one hand through Ye Qiu's arm and slowly served him food, her demeanor completely different from before.

"Ye Qiu, let's eat first..."

"Rongrong, are you alright?"

Ye Qiu could tell that Ning Rongrong's voice was tinged with pain. He wanted to look down at her, but she deliberately lowered her head.

"I...I'm fine, I'm just a little hungry..."

As if to prove she was hungry, she shoveled a mouthful of rice into her mouth, but she couldn't swallow it, a feeling of tightness in her chest.