Douluo Continent: Bibi Dong abandoned him, and Xue Di raised him to adulthood.

Chapter 40: Qian Daoliu Confronts Bibi Dong! You Have Another Child!

"What are you trying to say?"

Oscar knew he was just an ordinary food-type support Soul Master.

Even in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, which is full of talented people, he is not considered outstanding.

For someone like him to join the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, it would be very difficult unless the higher-ups opened the door for him.

After all, there are too many support-type Soul Masters across the entire continent who want to join the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Even for the Oscars, you have to wait in line.

So this has always been a sore point for Oscar himself.

What I wanted to say was...

Tang San sneered, "You, a mere support-type Soul Master, want to marry Ning Rongrong? Do you think the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School would agree?"

Oscar paused, a slight blush creeping onto his face.

This problem has always been a source of inner turmoil for him.

He felt terrible to have Tang San say it so bluntly.

Even he himself knew that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School might not agree.

However, Oscar firmly believed that as long as he kept flattering Ning Rongrong, all he needed in the future was Ning Rongrong's consent.

After all, she is the eldest princess of the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School!

Even the sect leader wouldn't refuse Ning Rongrong's request.

Therefore, Oscar had to transform into the ultimate sycophant.

This was his only way to marry Ning Rongrong.

"You're no better than me!"

Oscar couldn't answer that question, but he could find other ways to criticize Tang San.

"Don't think I don't know what good your trashy Blue Silver Grass is, besides having some control effects."

"Even if I'm a support-type Soul Master, protecting Ning Rongrong, who is also a support, might be difficult. But you, with your useless Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, can manage it all?"

"Do you even know that the Blue Silver Grass martial soul is just an extremely common martial soul? With your abilities, without Rongrong's affections, you would never have been able to join the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School!"

Oscar could no longer tolerate Tang San and went all out.

He and Tang San originally lived together and knew each other very well.

But precisely because of this, the insults they hurl at each other are exceptionally damaging.

Because they all hit the nail on the head.

"You never treated me like a brother!" Oscar roared, finally speaking his mind.

This statement will completely expose Tang San's hypocrisy.

Tang San's expression changed drastically.

Oscar actually saw right through him.

But he was almost powerless to refute what Oscar said.

Oscar had gone mad by then. He screamed and howled to the sky, as if he wanted to release all the pent-up emotions in his heart.

"We all came to help you save Xiao Wu, and this is how you treat me?"

"Even with Boss Dai injured like this, you remain completely unmoved!"

Oscar's last sentence dragged Dai Mubai into the mix as well.

The heavily injured Dai Mubai immediately shrank to the side, afraid that the life-or-death battle would engulf him.

Oscar and Tang San are now completely enraged, their eyes bloodshot with rage.

There was absolutely no brotherly affection between them.

Dai Mubai saw this and was anxious.

But he had no choice.

If he joins, it might become a three-way choice.

Why bother choosing? Just read out Dai Mubai's ID number.

He and Ning Rongrong didn't have that deep a relationship or bond.

At this moment, looking at the two who were arguing more and more fiercely, Xue Tianyu could no longer hear what they were saying.

It was like two shrewish women arguing in the street.

Right or wrong doesn't matter, what matters is the momentum.

Xue Tianyu interrupted him coldly.

"Stop making noise! ​​Be quiet!"

Xue Tianyu's words were very effective; as soon as he spoke, Oscar and Tang San immediately stopped.

Ultimately, only Xue Tianyu has the final say.

If you disobey and are killed prematurely, then you won't have any chance at all.

Xue Tianyu stopped looking at Tang San and Oscar, who were arguing heatedly. He turned to Ning Rongrong and raised an eyebrow. "So now, who would you choose to die?"

"Do I really have to choose?"

Ning Rongrong was frightened by Xue Tianyu's gaze and said in a tearful voice, "I, I don't know..."

Although Ning Rongrong said that, she was actually a little pleased inside.

After all, she now has the feeling of having great power in her hands.

This power to command troops, like the King of Hell himself, would be incredibly exciting for anyone.

In particular, Ning Rongrong watched as Tang San and Oscar, two men, fought over her, while she herself stood above them, judging everything.

This feeling is not something that would normally exist.

Xue Tianyu silently watched Ning Rongrong pretending to cry, a cold smile creeping across his face. He had long since seen through the excitement in Ning Rongrong's eyes.

Are they really giving Ning Rongrong a choice?

Think beautiful.

The final interpretation rests entirely with Xue Tianyu.

This was the beginning of a divide.

At this moment, under Xue Tianyu's pressure, Ning Rongrong looked at Oscar.

Oscar immediately had a bad feeling.

Am I going to be forced to wear a clown mask?

After sacrificing so much for Ning Rongrong, all I get in return is to be treated like a clown?

"Oscar, I might have to..."

Ning Rongrong said hesitantly.

But every word she said made Oscar's face turn several shades paler.

Tang San was secretly laughing his head off.

However, his acting was not bad; the twitching of his lips was the only indication of his inner excitement.

Oscar panicked instantly.

He said to Ning Rongrong in an almost pleading voice, "Rongrong!"

"Since we met, I've done so much for you, given so much..."

"I know you know that deep down."

"Rongrong, think about it, who comforted you when you were sad?"

"It's me!"

Who is the first person to help you when you encounter difficulties?

"It's me again!"

Oscar looked at Ning Rongrong pitifully, "You're not... going to choose me, are you?"

.........

Wuhun City, late at night.

The Spirit Hall's archives.

Bibi Dong, dressed in a long robe, sat on a chair with her beautiful legs encased in black stockings. She stretched gently, revealing her mature and alluring figure, which made people unable to resist turning their gaze to catch a glimpse of the Pope's face.

But the hint of madness in his eyes made people hesitate to approach.

She was reviewing the documents.

Despite being bathed in moonlight, it did not hinder her investigation in the slightest.

But at that moment, a hint of anxiety flashed across her stunningly beautiful face.

For some reason, she felt uneasy.

There shouldn't be anything wrong, but my thoughts are just a jumbled mess.

At this moment, Qian Daoliu arrived quietly.

Bibi Dong's face stiffened for a moment, then quickly returned to normal, pretending that everything was fine.

"What are you doing here, Sendou Ryu? Don't bother me if you have nothing to do."

Bibi Dong's tone carried a hint of questioning and impatience.

In the past, Qian Daoliu would silently walk away, ignoring Bibi Dong.

But this time, Qian Daoliu did not intend to let the other party off so easily.

He wanted to get to the bottom of everything.

We must bring everything to light.

The child needs to be fully revealed.

He sat down opposite Bibi Dong, looked at the large pile of documents in front of her, and asked, "What are you looking for?"

"It's nothing."

Bibi Dong calmly raised her head, her beautiful eyes meeting those of the Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall, a level 99 Peerless Douluo, and the inheritor of the Angel lineage.

Yes, Chihiro's father.

She always believed that all her suffering was inextricably linked to the Chika family.

"Did you need something?"

Qian Daoliu nodded, his expression slightly serious.

"I'm asking you about Bibi Dong..."

He took a deep breath, his hands trembling slightly, his eyes fixed on the other person.

"Do you have another child...?"

Bibi Dong's movements suddenly stopped, her arms hovering in mid-air, and she slowly lowered them after a long while.

A hint of unease flashed in her beautiful eyes, but she quickly regained her composure and the dignity befitting a pope.

"What are you talking about?" Bibi Dong sneered, crossing her legs slightly, her eyes cold.

Qian Daoliu slowly stood up, looked down at Bibi Dong, and a faint but powerful aura emanated from him.

"Bibi Dong, I'm asking you, besides Xue'er, did you have—another child back then?!"

(End of this chapter)