Douluo Continent: The Peerless Tang Sect, Angels and Rakshasa Return

Chapter 7 - Sister Bids Farewell, Sister Howls

After an afternoon of various attempts, the bruised and battered fallen angel looked at the equally disheveled Qian Renxue with a helpless expression.

"Oh no, my mom probably imprinted some kind of mindset of mine on you," Qian Renxue said, placing her hand on the neck of the person next to her to comfort her.

"But don't worry, we saw it all today. All I can do for you are small things. I can't do anything particularly troublesome."

"Hmm, I see. The Pope wants me to take care of you in her place! You're having a good time..." The fallen angel rolled her eyes and pursed her lips helplessly.

"Hey, don't worry! I won't give you any orders!" Qian Renxue gently pinched the fallen angel's bouncy cheek with her hand that was hooked around her neck, and chuckled softly.

"In other words, we have a full vial of blood, a real vial of blood, the kind that's closer than twins."

"That's true..." The fallen angel's lips twitched a few times, and he shook his head helplessly.

"Oh, well, we're already connected by blood anyway. My body appeared a little earlier than yours, and your bloodline comes from me, so what should you call me?" Qian Renxue tightened her grip on her arm a little, pressing their cheeks together tightly, and coaxed her gently.

"Uh..." The fallen angel paused for a moment, then forced an awkward smile and teased, "Mom?"

"Call me Sister Xue!" Qian Renxue's face darkened, and she growled, "I've never even been with a man, and you're calling me Mom?"

"Then... Sister Xue!?" the fallen angel asked again.

"Hey, that's more like it. You're such a good girl!" Qian Renxue nodded in satisfaction upon hearing this.

"Childish..." the fallen angel muttered under her breath, before Qian Renxue dragged her to stand in front of her coffin.

At first, the fallen angel couldn't understand what Qian Renxue was trying to do!

It wasn't until Qian Renxue took out a strangely shaped stone slab from her coffin and gently wiped away the dust with her hand that she turned to the side and saw the words on it. She didn't want to make a sound and disturb her.

She watched as Qian Renxue wiped the memorial tablet with Qian Daoliu's name on it, and she watched for as long as Qian Renxue wiped it.

Fifteen minutes later, Qian Renxue stood up, placed Qian Daoliu's memorial tablet on her coffin, pulled the Fallen Angel forward, bowed, and said in a trembling voice, "Grandpa, so many years have passed, and our Qian family finally has fresh blood again! I brought her here today for you to see."

"Huh?!" The fallen angel stood there dumbfounded, looking at Qian Renxue with tears streaming down her face, standing there helplessly for a while.

Finally, with the mindset of respecting the deceased, she symbolically bowed to Qian Daoliu's memorial tablet.

Qian Renxue held the fallen angel's hand tightly and said frankly, "I didn't leave any descendants for my angelic lineage in my past life, but today I can barely say I have one. If you don't mind, you can take my surname!"

"Ah, no, I feel like something's not quite right!" The Fallen Angel frowned slightly, staring intently at Qian Renxue, seemingly struggling to figure out what this was all about.

While others transmigrate with a system by their side, marry a rich and beautiful woman, and reach the pinnacle of life, why is she being dragged into someone else's family tree?

That doesn't make sense! That's unreasonable!

"What's wrong?!" Qian Renxue proudly puffed out her chest, pinching the other person's nape mischievously, "Aren't we family by blood?"

"Yes," the fallen angel nodded.

"Do we look alike?" Qian Renxue asked again.

"...Yes," the fallen angel thought for a moment and then nodded.

"Then you..." Qian Renxue asked again.

"Enough, stop it, I give up! Just tell me what you want! I'll do it." The fallen angel sighed helplessly, rolled his eyes and walked to Qian Renxue's side, watching expectantly as Qian Renxue held the family tree and named herself.

"Let me see... under my generation name, Ren... boys are from the Yuan generation... girls are from the Ling generation..." Qian Renxue glanced at the fallen angel and asked, "Have you decided on a name yet?"

"No, but I feel something is very wrong, absolutely very wrong!" The fallen angel keenly noticed the barely perceptible curve at the corner of Qian Renxue's mouth and immediately realized what was going on.

Qian Renxue, that cunning woman, doesn't actually want to be her older sister. Judging from her appearance... she clearly doesn't want me to call her "Mom," she just wants to be "Mom" on the family tree!

Fine, I treated you like an older sister, and you want to be my mother! I never would have guessed that you, Qian Renxue, with your thick eyebrows and big eyes, had so many cunning thoughts!

Suppressing his dissatisfaction (due to an ineffective protest and a veto), the fallen angel watched helplessly as his new name was recorded in the family genealogy by Qian Renxue.

"Come here, Lingyun, come to your sister! Hahaha!" Qian Renxue exaggeratedly opened her arms, gesturing for her younger sister, who was looking more and more like Bibi Dong, to come over so she could rub her.

"Get out of here! You really think I'm a child?!" Qian Lingyun's expression after receiving her new name seemed to be like this, 凸(凸).

"I'm already much older than you, and besides... you little brat, you've gotten yourself big for yourselves? Making such an indecent gesture at your older sister!?"

Having received a portion of Blue Star's memories from the will of the plane, Qian Renxue naturally knew the meaning behind this gesture. Her expression was calm, revealing neither joy nor anger, as she approached Qian Lingyun step by step.

When Qian Lingyun finally realized what was happening, it was too late; she had nowhere to escape.

"Let me go, let me go, you beast!" Qian Lingyun struggled as her neck was gripped, but in terms of combat skills, she, who mostly relied on empty words, was no match for the experienced Qian Renxue.

Finally, after her futile struggles, Qian Renxue's hand slapped her hard on the waist and hips.

Looking at Qian Lingyun, who seemed to be cut from the same mold as Bibi Dong, Qian Renxue slapped her repeatedly. Apart from the soft touch from her palm, the... shameful yet secretly pleasurable comfort was irresistible to her.

In that instant, Qian Renxue seemed to feel a slight sublimation of her soul. Her beating of Qian Lingyun now was as if she were returning the shadow that Bibi Dong had cast on her.

Qian Lingyun never expected that Qian Renxue would actually develop a knack for beating her up.

The little girl had very sensitive tear ducts. Even though she didn't want to cry, her eyes still involuntarily filled with tears after the family discipline was carried out. She rubbed the throbbing spot while tossing the gold soul coins in her hand, "Hey, the dry rations in here won't last long. Should we... go out and buy some food to bring back?"

"Okay, shall we wear this out?" Qian Renxue pondered for a moment, then immediately agreed to Qian Lingyun's suggestion.

But before leaving, she insisted that Qian Lingyun wear that somewhat eerie black robe before she left.

"This thing smells awful, can't we just not wear it?" Qian Lingyun sniffed the robe in her hand, then shook it in the air with obvious disgust, as if trying to get rid of the smell.

"Silly girl, don't be fooled by the unpleasant smell of this robe. It's actually an insect repellent powder. If I'm not mistaken, they must have come from a place teeming with insects," Qian Renxue said knowingly, recognizing the scent on the robe. She then gave Qian Lingyun a sharp rap on the forehead, threatening her.

"If you didn't wear this robe, you might get carried away by a swarm of insects the moment you stepped outside!"

"Tch, I don't believe it!" Qian Lingyun glanced at Qian Renxue, about to laugh at Qian Renxue for telling a story to scare people, but then she thought that this was Douluo Continent, not Blue Star, and there might really be a situation where a giant mosquito-like soul beast would carry people away.

Thinking of this, she forced back the words that were on the tip of her tongue and obediently put on the smelly black robe.

(End of this chapter)