Douluo: I, Qian Renxue, want to be the empress

Chapter 46 Grandpa

When Qian Renxue and the others arrived at Wuhun City, it was already approaching night. At this time, Wuhun City was bustling with people and traffic, the market was bustling with people, there were many shops, the smoke was rising in the tea room, and there was a strong smell of fireworks. , a picture of prosperity.

This is the Wuhun City that has been ruled by successive popes. This is the place that has been governed by thousands of families for thousands of years.

After several days of traveling, Qian Renxue and others have arrived at Wuhun City.

Looking at the crowded Wuhun City in front of her and the sparkling carriages and horses, Qian Renxue sighed in her heart. After ten years, she finally went home.

"Xiaoxue, where should we go next?" Zong Wei asked with a smile.

Xu Lin, Xu Qing, Lin Qihe also looked at Qian Renxue curiously.

Qian Renxue smiled brightly, "You must come back to Wuhun Palace with me. Aunt Lingyuan will arrange a place for you. You follow them, and I will find you tomorrow."

"If you are anxious to visit the Wuhun Palace, just tell Aunt Lingyuan when the time comes, and she will take you there. You can also go and see the Wuhun Academy, where are the geniuses of our Wuhun Palace."

"Hey, Xiaoxue, we're not in a hurry, we'll just wait for you to take me to see it." Zong Wei said with a smile.

"Well, that's fine. If nothing else happens, I'll definitely come find you at noon or evening tomorrow. Don't worry, I won't forget you." Qian Renxue said.

"Okay, see you tomorrow."

I said goodbye to my friends, took out the angel token from the star sapphire ring, and had a smooth journey.

Qian Renxue stepped onto the familiar yet unfamiliar steps.

Qian Renxue looked at the familiar building of the Pope's Palace not far away and couldn't help thinking. This was the place where she had lived since she was born. She did not move away until her father died and lived in the Presbyterian Palace with her grandfather.

She has never forgotten anything since she was a child. Only her father knows this. Her father told her not to tell others easily, even Bibi Dong.

The father in my memory always looked tall and majestic, always wearing a luxurious black robe inlaid with gold inscriptions, a nine-curved purple gold crown on his head, and holding a scepter about two meters long and inlaid with countless gems. The whole body is filled with a noble and sacred atmosphere.

She likes her father very much, and he also loves her very much.

The little Qian Renxue was not sensible at the time. She always pestered her father to play with her when he was busy, because she was really too lonely. There were only a few people who dared to talk to her in a huge papal palace, and they were all afraid of her identity. There was a maid who dared to communicate with her.

Her father also responded to her requests, always coaxing her out of the way, and no matter what she wanted, he would send someone to buy the best for her.

The look her father looked at her was always full of tenderness, always containing the kind of love a father has for his children.

Blood is thicker than water, the love between father and daughter.

When her father was alive, it could be said that she could travel to any palace at will in Wuhun Palace without being blocked by anyone. Now...

Nowadays, after all, things are the same and people are not the same.

Qian Renxue walked up the steps step by step and headed to the Elder's Hall, where her grandfather lived.

The Hall of Elders is where the strongest power of the entire Spirit Hall lies. Countless soul masters are proud to step into the Hall of Elders, because stepping here means that they must be titled Douluo.

The architectural scale of the Elder's Hall is very splendid. Inside the tall domed building, there is a wide hall as soon as you enter the door. The hollow dome is nearly thirty meters high and is divided into three floors, with ten rooms on each floor.

At the innermost side of the hall, in front of a huge seraph sculpture made of pure gold and ten meters high, stood a man quietly, with his back to the door, looking up at the pure gold statue.

Looking from the back, it was a man. He was tall but not strong. He was wearing a simple gray robe. His long black hair was spread behind his head and neatly combed.

Standing there, he gave people a very strange feeling. Qian Renxue, who possessed the spirit of the Holy Winged Angel of Light, had a particularly clear feeling. It seemed that that person was the statue of the Seraphim, and there was no difference between the two. It seemed that the sunlight shining into the hall from the huge windows around him was focused on him alone.

Even though his clothes were so simple, just standing there gave people a feeling of worship.

"Grandpa, I'm back." Qian Renxue's quiet voice couldn't conceal her joy, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but raise.

The man in gray clothes slowly turned around, and the special aura before suddenly disappeared. He looked like he was only thirty or forty years old, with a very handsome appearance and a faint smile on his face.

The calm and tranquil atmosphere gives people a very comfortable feeling. The strangest thing is that even if there is a titled Douluo here, he will definitely not be able to feel a trace of soul power fluctuations from him.

The man in gray took a step forward gently, and the next moment he was in front of Qian Renxue. His movements were not fast, but when he came in front of Qian Renxue, Qian Renxue had already fallen into his arms. Cry loudly.

"Okay, okay, okay, Xue'er." Qian Daoliu was excited and incoherent. This is his only remaining bloodline in this world, his only relative.

Qian Renxue and Qian Daoliu hugged each other gently, looking at each other speechlessly, feeling the deep love between ancestors and grandchildren that only belongs to blood.

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Wuhun Palace, Pope Palace.

From the moment Qian Renxue stepped into Wuhun City, she felt the aura that was unique to her.

"Qian Renxue, you are back after all." The woman sitting high in the hall sighed.

This woman's golden gown fit perfectly from head to toe. The dazzling gown sparkled with more than a hundred red, blue, and gold gemstones. The nine-curved purple gold crown on the head is even more radiant. In his hand is a scepter about two meters long and inlaid with countless gems.

Her fair skin and almost perfect face made her look so different. Especially the invisible nobility and holiness exuded from his body makes people unable to help but feel the emotion of worshiping him.

She is so amazingly beautiful, noble, elegant, and tranquil. It seems that all kinds of beautiful words can be used for this woman.

Although she is no longer young, the traces of time seem to have not left on her body.

"It's been ten years, what should I do to you?"

"Bastard? Daughter?" Bibi Dong couldn't help but laugh bitterly.

To this day, she still can't control the hatred in her heart. She hates the angel clan, Qian Xunji, Qian Daoliu, and of course her daughter Qian Renxue.

She doesn't think she did anything wrong? What's wrong with her and Yu Xiaogang?

Qian Daofu allowed his son to do such a thing to her. Is this what their angel clan calls divine light?

As for Qian Renxue, she has already cast a shadow on Qian Renxue's childhood. Bibi Dong is lying when she says she doesn't regret it, but when she sees Qian Renxue, it is impossible for her to calm down and treat her calmly.

Qian Renxue's presence reminded her all the time, which was proof of her humiliation that night.

Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue are not reconciled.

Don't worry now, don't kill your mother.

No idea now. . . .

It’s my birthday tomorrow, so updates may be discontinued.

I have been busy reviewing teaching materials recently and have little time.