Douluo: Peeking at the diary, the goddesses are broken

"Keep me? Just you? Want to keep me too? Haha! Old man, you think too highly of yourself, don't you?"

Wang Jingyu sneered and pointed the Haotian Hammer at Qian Daoliu, with the fighting spirit in his eyes getting stronger and stronger.

"Would you like to give it a try? We haven't had a formal fight for a long time. My hands are very itchy now. Let's have a fight today! Old man, do you dare to accept the challenge! But if I miss and kill your son, I can't. do not blame me."

"Crazy Tang! I said I have no intention of fighting you to the death! I just hope that this child can inherit the throne of the Pope!

I can promise you that as long as you keep this child, I will do my best to protect her in the future.

I will cancel the wanted order against your disciple. From now on, your disciple can come to Wuhun Hall to meet her at any time. No one is allowed to interfere. Didn’t you say that you want me, Wuhun Hall, to marry your Haotian Sect?I agreed! "

In order to avoid further irritating Wang Jingyu, Qian Daoliu begged him as humbly as possible to stay with Bibi Dong.

With his usual character, if anyone dared to threaten him like this, he would definitely use the Angel Sword to teach him how to behave.

But the opponent was "Tang Chen" who was known to be invincible on the ground. He was not sure that he could kill him.

Even if he has more than a dozen titled Douluo to assist him, he is not absolutely sure.

More importantly, his son was lying dozens of meters away. If "Tang Chen" was cruel, he would just hit him with the Clear Sky Hammer.

Even he couldn't stop it at all, he could only watch his only heir turn into minced meat under the Clear Sky Hammer.

So he tried to lower his attitude at the moment, hoping to get Wang Jingyu's consent.

When Wang Jingyu saw Qian Daoliu's aggrieved look, he wanted to laugh in his heart. If he could force him to look like this, he could brag about it for the rest of his life.

Wang Jingyu still knows the principle of giving up when something is good.

Now Qianxunji is a useless person. Although Qiandaoliu is strong, it is still in the sunset. He really needs to train the next successor.

Bibi Dong has unparalleled qualifications and is the most powerful successor to the next Pope. With her taking over, Wuhun Palace is bound to reach a higher level.

Wang Jingyu thought about the pros and cons of keeping Bibi Dong and the conditions given by Qian Daoliu.

According to Bibi Dong's original work, she is destined to become the pope. Keeping her here can also stimulate the rapid growth of her strength.

With the relationship of "Tang Chen", I believe that Qian Daoliu will not dare to vent his anger on Bibi Dong in the future.

After all, she is now in the name of "Tang Chen's" apprentice daughter-in-law. As long as she grows up according to the original work, she will soon reach a point where even Qian Daoliu is afraid.

Wang Jingyu considered this and then nodded.

"In that case, I will keep her, but I warn you, if you can't guarantee her safety in the future, I will still come and take her away.

If you dare to force her to marry that beast of yours, I will help you castrate him!You do it for me. "

"You can rest assured that she is the saint of my Wuhun Palace, the future female pope, and I will definitely protect her.

As for that traitor, I will naturally discipline him!It's time for you to leave the Wuhun Hall. You are not welcome here. It's better to leave without seeing you off! "

Qian Daoliu had a cold expression on his old face, and his teeth chattered loudly.

Only he himself knew how much he wanted to kill the old man "Tang Chen" to avenge his son.

But he is very calm, and he understands that he cannot be impulsive, and the Wuhun Palace cannot be destroyed in his own hands.

He could only comfort himself that a gentleman's revenge is never too late in ten years.

Wang Jingyu felt the jealous look in Qian Daoliu's eyes. Although it was hidden deeply, he could easily feel it.

However, Wang Jingyu didn't care.

Anyway, in a few minutes, he will be back to his original appearance.

As for whether Haotian Sect will be angered by Wuhun Palace in the future, what does it have to do with him?

Wang Jingyu grinned evilly, glanced meaningfully at Qian Xunji, who was not sure whether he was alive or dead in the distance, and walked away.

After he left, Qian Daoliu looked at Ghost Douluo and Ju Douluo indifferently.

"You two helped the saint back to her room and tried your best to calm her down, as punishment for helping the evildoer.

Remember to protect her for me. If a hair falls on her body, I will skin you! "

Ghost Douluo and Ju Douluo lifted up Bibi Dong who was lying on the ground and left the secret room in a panic.

Qian Daoliu glanced at the men behind him and issued the hush order with an expressionless face.

"No one is allowed to publicize what happened in the secret room today. If anyone dares to reveal this matter, he will be killed after being investigated by me.

From now on, it will be announced to the public that a mysterious strong man will attack the temple tonight. The saint is frightened. His Majesty the Pope is seriously injured in order to protect his beloved disciple. He should be a role model for others. "

Faced with Qian Daoliu's behavior of telling lies with open eyes, all the elders could only agree one after another even if they had good intentions.

"Okay, you all should leave and go back to rest early."

Qian Daoliu put away his Seraphim martial spirit and slowly walked towards Qian Xunji, who was seriously injured and dying in the distance.

A group of powerful men from the Elder Hall looked at each other and left the secret room. They had to forget everything that happened in the secret room today as soon as possible.

"How's the treatment going?"

Qian Daoliu looked down at his son's face, which was as golden as paper, and naturally felt very distressed.

No matter how disobedient his son was, no matter how inferior he was to a beast, he was still his bloodline, so how could he not cherish him.

Among the three Contras responsible for treating him, the oldest-looking old man cupped his fists and bowed to Sendo Liu.

"Great tribute, His Majesty the Pope's physical condition is not ideal. I'm afraid he won't survive this day..."

"boom……"

Qian Daoliu suddenly raised his hand and slapped the healing Contra on the head, smashing his skull into pieces and leaving his body lying on the spot.

His eyes were filled with endless anger, and he was hysterical towards the remaining two healing Contras.

"I don't want to hear these words. No matter what method you use or how many people you call, the Pope's life must be saved.

If he lives, you live, if he dies, I will destroy all nine of your clans!Don’t think that I don’t dare!There is no need to keep the waste! "

The remaining two healing Contras were so frightened that they fell to the ground, their faces turned pale.

Golden Crocodile Douluo had never seen Qian Daoliu being so irrational and beating his men to death on the spot.

Knowing that this matter had a great impact on him, he glared at them both and scolded.

"If you don't hurry up and call someone, are you going to watch the Pope fall and your whole family be buried with him?"

The two healing Contras quickly stood up from the ground and left the secret room.

Qian Xunji's injury is too serious now. If he moves forcibly, it will definitely cause secondary damage and aggravate his injury.

Therefore, we could only let him lie on the ground temporarily, and called the best healing soul masters in the entire Wuhun City to the secret room to treat his injuries.