Douluo: Qianyue was reborn, I am her own brother

“You're welcome, Grandpa Ghost.”

Qian Renjue responded softly, a warm smile on his face.

For him, the system's voice was just an unexpected surprise.

Turning back to Qian Renxue's side.

Qian Renjue was about to raise the bowl in his hand and have a hearty meal.

But he saw Qian Xunji still sitting there idly.

The extra bowl in his hand should have been Qian Xunji's.

Just now…

Qian Renxue naturally noticed the wonderful change in Qian Xunji's expression.

Just as she was hesitating while holding the hot porridge…

Qian Renjue had already stepped forward.

He asked with concern, "Dad, are you hungry? Do you want to eat with me? I can feed you."

To this, Qian Xunji naturally nodded repeatedly.

"Hungry, hungry!"

This childish remark made Ju and Gui dare not look up at all.

Afraid of being targeted by Qian Xunji.

Looking at Qian Xunji's mouth waiting for his son to feed him…

Qian Renxue couldn't help but blush for him.

She knew that Qian Xunji was no longer the father she remembered.

This kind of father…

It really made people want to cherish him.

Among the people present, the only one who enjoyed it as much as Qian Xunji was…

Qian Renjue.

In a surprising turn of events, he stroked Qian Xunji's head, telling him to eat slowly.

"Dad, eat slowly, I haven't even had a few bites!"

"Pfft!"

Qian Renxue couldn't help but laugh.

Her bright purple eyes contained laughter and a hint of shyness.

She stepped forward and came to Qian Renjue's side.

She said softly, "Jue, I'm already full, let me feed Dad."

"Sister…"

"Okay, okay!"

Before Qian Renjue could finish speaking, Qian Xunji nodded extremely excitedly.

He muttered, "Little Jue… you go and fill yourself up first."

"Okay, I understand."

Qian Renjue nodded slightly and stepped aside.

He went to the bonfire, refilled his bowl, and took another skewer of grilled meat.

Qian Xunji was in a great mood.

He instructed Ju and Gui:

"Yueguan, Guimei, help yourselves if you need it, the two children can't eat that much."

"Your subordinate understands!"

Ju Douluo and Gui Douluo responded in unison.

But they kept their heads down, not daring to look around or take Qian Xunji's words seriously.

The two children can't eat that much…

But there's also you!

Being fed by his children in turns, Qian Xunji felt like they weren't feeding him food.

But spoonfuls of something called 'happiness'.

Even though he was already full.

Qian Xunji still didn't want to stop.

After all, this kind of thing was a once-in-a-lifetime experience.

"Dad, are you really not full?"

Qian Renxue frowned, looking at Qian Xunji's bulging clothes.

"Cough cough… still a little short."

Qian Xunji coughed twice, his hands supporting the ground, unable to straighten his back.

"But Dad… there's none left!"

Qian Renjue's voice rang out, slightly muffled.

Qian Renxue curiously looked back.

Qian Renjue was holding the small pot, tilting his head back and sticking out his tongue.

Pouring the remaining soup on the pot wall into his mouth.

This funny and cute appearance made Qian Renxue feel a little bit amused.

"Jue, isn't it hot?!"

"It's not, Sister, the pot is already cold."

Qian Renjue leaned out, licked his lips, and smacked his lips.

His eyes looked towards Qian Xunji.

"If Dad is still hungry, let's grill some more meat."

"…"

Qian Renxue turned back to look at Qian Xunji, her eyes suspicious and strange.

"Uh-huh…"

Qian Xunji chuckled, trying to look as normal as possible.

He gently shook his head:

"Forget about the grilled meat, it's already late anyway, eating nine-tenths full is enough."

Hearing Qian Xunji's voice.

Ju Douluo and Gui Douluo both twitched their mouths.

Nine-tenths full?!

Just looking at his stomach, people who didn't know would think a pregnant woman was showing.

Was this still their Pope?

It was too brutal!

"Dad, are you really okay?"

Qian Renxue's face showed concern.

She couldn't help but raise her hand and gently poke the stomach that she had made bigger.

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

Qian Xunji sat cross-legged, straightened his body, and his old face turned red from Qian Renxue's gaze.

He spoke to send her away.

"Xiao Xue, you should take Little Jue to wash up simply and rest early, it's getting late."

"Alright then."

Qian Renxue shook her head helplessly, got up, and beckoned Qian Renjue.

"Jue, come over… go back to the carriage with Sister."

"Coming!"

Qian Renjue quickly put down the pot in his hand and took Qian Renxue's small hand.

Looking back, he realized Qian Xunji's abnormality.

"Sister, what's wrong with Dad… his shoulders are shaking."

Qian Renxue looked back and said with a smile:

"Maybe he ate too fast and too full, he's hiccuping."

"Didn't Dad say nine-tenths full?"

In Qian Renjue's puzzled voice, Qian Renxue pulled him into the carriage.

Watching the two little fellows disappear from sight.

Qian Xunji stopped suppressing himself, his shoulders trembling, hiccuping non-stop.

"Hic! Hic!…"

Ju Douluo couldn't help but ask娇声, "Your Majesty, are you alright?"

"What could be wrong with me, hic!"

Qian Xunji touched his stomach, lay on the grass, hiccuping and smiling.

Even if something was wrong, it was a happy event.

The feeling of being a child was also very good.

Qian Xunji looked at the stars in the sky, squinting his eyes, waiting quietly for digestion.

Ju and Gui looked at each other, guarding by the side.

Half an hour passed.

Qian Xunji stood up and instructed:

"Yueguan, Guimei, please go and meet Dong'er tomorrow."

"Your subordinate understands!"

Receiving their response, Qian Xunji walked towards the carriage.

Watching his somewhat awkward movements when getting into the car.

Ju Douluo really wanted to go up and support him.

After Qian Xunji got into the carriage.

Ju Douluo couldn't help but whisper:

"Old Ghost, have you noticed… His Majesty the Pope has become a bit unreasonable."

Gui Douluo was still holding the bowl that Qian Renjue had given him.

He glanced at Ju Douluo faintly.

He said meaningfully:

"There is a reason for His Majesty the Pope's change, Chrysanthemum, you will understand later."

After the voice fell.

He put away the bowl in his hand without leaving a trace.

Ju Douluo's face was strange, and he couldn't help but step forward and touch Gui Douluo's forehead.

"You dead ghost… are you sick?"

Gui Douluo said with a smile:

"I'm very well, better than ever."

"Sick, you are definitely sick!"

Looking at the smile on Gui Douluo's face, Ju Douluo was even more certain that he was sick.

At night.

Qian Xunji, who was too full to sleep.

Quietly watched the two little fellows sleeping soundly.

……

The next day.

Near the City of Slaughter, on a patch of Blue Silver Grass.

Stood a graceful figure.

A burgundy dress, revealing a fierce aura all over her body.

But at this time…

Her murderous gaze was mixed with tenderness.

Quietly looking at the brocade pouch in her hand, which was already empty.

Swish!

The breeze swayed, her long skirt and hair fluttering.

Two figures suddenly appeared on her left and right sides.

Ju Douluo and Gui Douluo bowed slightly.

"Congratulations, Saintess, on passing the Road to Hell and becoming a God of Slaughter!"

"We are here to meet you under the Pope's orders."

Wishing everyone a happy life!