Douluo: Rely on the dress-up system to hold the god-woman set

Chapter 228: Difficult to distinguish reality from reality 2
In the worship hall filled with golden light, Qian Daoliu saw from Qian Renxue that "she" was five years old in the illusion, and Qian Yuelong looked over with her kind and majestic dark golden eyes before she was born.

The eyes are deep and meaningful.Although he didn't speak, Qian Yuelong knew what Qian Daoliu wanted to express.

Yes.

What she prepared for Qian Renxue was the original plot of the world without the interference and existence of her butterfly.

These are all the real things that happened to "Qian Renxue".

Now that she had arranged this "illusion", she was already prepared to face Qian Daoliu's questioning and disgust.

Qian Yuelong smiled at Qian Daoliu.

The smile was as clean and pure as ever, showing the slightest intimacy, but with a touch of transparent indifference.

She never expected that Qian Yuelong’s solution was actually the werewolf’s self-destruction 886: [.]

【Ah ah ah!Host, what are you doing!Why do you have to expose your vest yourself? 】

When the host was reincarnated into the Douluo World, it took a lot of effort to allow the host to exist reasonably, and even fooled the eyes of the gods in the Douluo World!
but now!

It collapsed and covered its round and shiny head with its short hands.

[If the other party has murderous intentions, the main system will not be able to catch us! 】

Qian Yuelong did not respond to 886, but looked at Qian Daoliu intently, waiting for the verdict.

The two looked at each other in mid-air for a while.

The first one to close his eyes and give in silently was Qian Daoliu.

Qian Daoliu sighed silently in his heart, raised his hand, gently placed it on Qian Yuelong's soft silver hair, and stroked it twice, with a soothing meaning.

"Bloodline doesn't mean everything. Even if you are not Xiaoxue's sister, I believe that you will still establish a deep bond with us."

Whether as a close being whom they trust and can give their lives to, or as the golden generation of Wuhun Palace, Qiandaoliu, who has witnessed Qian Yuelong's journey, is convinced that some people are born like bright pearls in the night. Illuminate on its own.

Even if it is covered in dust, it is only temporary.

A pearl is a pearl after all.

It is the most proud pearl of Wuhun Palace.

Qian Daoliu's eyes were soft: "I am surprised and happy. I am glad that you are willing to trust us. I originally thought that I would keep this secret until I die."

The amount of information revealed in this sentence was a bit beyond Qian Yuelong's expectations.

Her eyes widened slightly, and her delicate face rarely showed surprise.

"You already knew that?"

【This is impossible! 】

886's exclamation overlapped with Qian Yuelong's voice.

Qian Daoliu smiled slightly: "I am also a worshiper of a god."

The memories of others have been blurred, but his own realm has reached that of a demigod, and he is an existence that can vaguely touch the law. It is not so easy to "fool" his eyes.

And about this "illusion" that Yuelong prepared for Xiaoxue.
Qian Daoliu looked a little deeper.

His intuition told him that this was not just a fantasy.

Qian Daoliu lowered his head and met Qian Yuelong's eyes.

Qian Yuelong blinked her eyes, saying nothing.

886 had no time to pay attention to the stares between his grandfather and grandson. He was still immersed in the self-isolation that his cheating had been discovered early on.

After the candid announcement, the grandfather and grandson briefly looked at each other in a harmonious atmosphere, then tacitly dismissed the topic and continued to watch the "dream" Qian Renxue was experiencing.

The quiet atmosphere of the years lasted until Qian Daoliu saw Bibi Dong appearing in front of Qian Xunji, who was still injured. The curve of his lips was straightened, and he looked at Bibi Dong in the "illusion" with an expressionless expression. The possessed soul bone killed Qian Xunji, and even absorbed and refined all of his flesh, blood, and cultivation.

Qian Yuelong was keenly aware that the calm grandfather's aura condensed for a moment, as if the frozen ocean was solidifying, hiding countless murderous intentions. "Grandpa, are you okay?"

Qian Yuelong looked at Qian Daoliu with a condensed expression with some concern.

Qiandaoliu closed his eyes to calm down his emotions, and when he opened them again, he regained his composure, revealing divine tranquility.

".No problem."

Qian Daoliu's eyes moved back to the projection in mid-air. Looking at Qian Renxue's dull look, a sigh escaped from his lips.

"Their ending will develop like this, and I also have a big responsibility. It's just too late to say anything."

With or without Yuelong, the conflict between Bibi Dong and Xunji has turned into an undying hatred.

There is no possibility of salvation.

The turmoil in the worship hall returned to calm, but the shock to Qian Renxue had just begun.

Stiffly watching Bibi Dong brutally refine Qian Xunji's body, flesh and soul, Qian Renxue's lips trembled. She clenched the hands hanging by her sides and dug her nails hard into her palms. She unexpectedly felt Real and unparalleled pain.

No, this is not true.

It's just an illusion created by the inner demon!

Qian Renxue's eyes were filled with coldness, as if a layer of sharp ice had condensed, chilling her bones: "You think you can shake me like this? Ridiculous!"

The relationship between father and mother is not harmonious, but it does not mean that they are at odds with each other and want to kill each other all the time!
If she really hates her father so much that she wants to kill him with her own hands, what about her and Yue Long, who also have half of her father's blood in their bodies?
If you really hate them to this extent, you would have had more than just an indifferent and driving attitude towards them when you were a child, right?

Qian Renxue convinced herself in her heart.

My heart, which had finally calmed down, froze once again when I caught a glimpse of the figure flashing through the passage on the other side of the dark room.

That is
".grandfather?"

Qian Renxue found it extremely difficult to call out the name of another close relative.

Qian Daoliu, who had perfectly restrained his aura, looked expressionlessly at Bibi Dong, who was refining his son's flesh, blood and soul power. He clenched the hands hanging by his sides tightly, and his arms were trembling slightly.

Qian Renxue could read the murderous intent in Qian Daoliu's eyes, but for some reason, Qian Daoliu endured it.

He took a deep look at Bibi Dong who was in a state of cultivation, turned around indifferently, his back looked much older, walked silently, just like when he came, and left the darkroom quietly.

The next day, the news that Pope Qianxun Ji died from injuries due to his previous battle with Tang Hao spread throughout the Spirit Hall.

Qian Renxue looked blankly at the familiar yet different development in front of her. She watched as she followed the path in her memory and was sent to the Tiandou Empire as an undercover agent. She spent day after day in the intrigues of the royal family, and she changed. Become more silent.

At this moment, Qian Renxue felt unprecedented confusion and deep uncertainty in her heart.

The passage of time has no meaning here and is blurred.

After watching it for a long time, she would even blend into it and forget that it was just a "fantasy".

Because it's truly, horribly detailed.

Qian Renxue's legs were nailed to the spot, looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar Prince Tiandou "Xue Qinghe".

The other person is looking into a floor-to-ceiling mirror.

In the mirror, her original posture appeared clearly in the mirror.

And "Xue Qinghe"'s pupils narrowed as he discovered her uninvited guest.

"who are you?!"

She heard "Xue Qinghe" shout angrily.

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