Douluo: I actually became the Pope Qian Xunji

"Xiaoxue, you are back." A low and magnetic voice sounded, with a hint of imperceptible tenderness in the majesty. Qian Renxue turned her head when she heard the sound and saw Qian Xunji slowly walking out of the back hall of the Pope's Palace. His steps were steady, his eyes were solemn and sharp, and he inadvertently showed a hint of gentleness and concern.

Qian Xunji also held a freshly made dessert in his hand. The exquisite presentation and alluring aroma gave people a silent temptation.

"Dad." Qian Renxue's eyes lit up slightly, and there was a hint of joy and expectation in her voice as she shouted to Qian Xunji.

Qian Xunji's stern face revealed a hint of gentleness that was not easy to detect. He nodded slowly towards Qian Renxue, his eyes showing concern and love for his daughter.

Immediately afterwards, Qian Xunji gently placed the cake in his hand on the table in front of Bibi Dong. His movements were elegant and skillful, seeming to show Bibi Dong his attentiveness and care.

After putting the pastries away, Qian Xunji briefly explored the aura fluctuations in Qian Renxue's body and found that there was nothing wrong. He slowly felt relieved.

"It seems that you have gained a lot. The Far North has improved you a lot." Qian Xunji said slowly to Qian Renxue, with a hint of approval and relief in his voice.

Qian Renxue looked at Qian Xunji with no surprise in her eyes. She said doubtfully: "Dad, you don't seem surprised?"

Qian Xunji smiled slightly and said slowly: "Since the Snow Emperor sees the potential to become a god in you, how can he not be moved? For soul beasts, the catastrophe is an insurmountable mountain that stands above their heads. Even if we are lucky enough to escape the disaster this time, we will face the same difficulties again when the disaster comes next time.”

Qian Xunji is well aware of the soul beasts' desire to become gods and their fear of heavenly tribulation. For soul beasts, they will do whatever it takes to break through the heavenly tribulation.

Qian Renxue listened intently, and she understood what her father meant. Qian Xunji continued: "The Snow Emperor chose to cooperate with you to seek opportunities to break through the catastrophe. And you, as its collaborator, will also receive huge promotions and opportunities."

"You absorbed the Ice Emperor's soul ring and soul bones. On the other hand, you also formed a strong bond with the Far North. When you become a god in the future, you will inevitably take care of the Far North." Qianxun Ji said slowly.

Qian Renxue nodded slowly. She naturally understood all this, but this kind of thing was mutually beneficial and beneficial to everyone. If she could become a god, she would be able to bless the world.

"Okay, you two, stop talking, husband. Xue'er must be very tired just after she came back. Let Xue'er rest first." Bibi Dong looked at the father and daughter who were talking and said.

Qian Renxue looked speechless, and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly, as if she felt a little familiar and helpless about the scene in front of her.

"Please, don't you two really get tired of it? Am I really your biological child after being stuck together every day?" Qian Renxue looked at Qian Xunji and Bibi Dong with a hint of ridicule and dissatisfaction in her tone. .

Sure enough, parents are true love, is Xueer just an accident?

"Of course you are our biological child. How could your talent be so powerful without our good genes?" Bibi Dong seemed to feel a little embarrassed and said.

"Okay, Xue'er, your grandpa must have missed you. Go see your grandpa." Qian Xunji said inappropriately.

"You guys, huh, I'm going to find grandpa." Qian Renxue said bitterly with her chest heaving in anger.

"Husband, you see you have made Xueer angry." Bibi Dong pouted her lips gently and said coquettishly.

Qian Xunji looked at Bibi Dong's expression and couldn't help feeling helpless. He said softly: "It seems you were the first to say it." Qian Xunji's eyes were gentle and a little teasing.

Bibi Dong's face turned slightly red, with a hint of embarrassment flashing across her face. She rolled her eyes at Qian Xunji and said quibly, "I don't." There was a hint of stubbornness in her tone, but also a hint of cute cunning.

"Okay, it's my fault, okay, how about you try the cakes I made for you." Qianxunji said dotingly.

Bibi Dong took a few bites and felt that it tasted good. Her taste buds were instantly filled with the sweetness of the pastries, and a satisfied smile appeared on her face.

<divclass="contentadv">"Well, it's delicious, as usual." Bibi Dong nodded as if he was enjoying it, like a greedy cat, with his eyes slightly narrowed and a satisfied smile at the corner of his mouth.

Qianxunji saw Bibi Dong's greedy look and said angrily: "You can't gain weight even if you eat like this every day." Qianxunji's tone contained a hint of ridicule and doting.

Bibi Dong's eyes flashed slightly, she turned to look at Qian Xunji and said, "Huh? Do you dislike me?" There was a hint of dissatisfaction and grievance in Bibi Dong's voice.

Qian Xunji quickly explained: "No, no, how could I dislike you? You are just right like this, it's not too late for me to like you." His eyes were full of tenderness and love.

After hearing these words, Bibi Dong's dissatisfaction disappeared instantly and was replaced by a shy look. She lowered her head gently and said softly: "You are the only one who can speak."

Qian Xunji secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If he couldn't answer this, there would be problems. He had a pope's little wife at home, so he had to deal with it carefully.

Holy Soul Village.

The familiar aroma of porridge filled his nostrils. This was the last time he would cook for his father before leaving. Of course, Tang San would not be lazy. I looked at the firewood under the stove and added some water to the porridge. This way, my father would be able to drink hot porridge after he woke up.

Today is the day when Tang San reports to the Notting Junior Soul Master Academy, and he is about to embark on his own path as a soul master. Tang San glanced at his father's door reluctantly, picked up his baggage and left quietly with Old Jack.

In the room, Tang Hao watched Tang San leave with Old Jack, tightly clenching his sandbag-sized fists, "Xiao San, go and explore the world of soul masters to your heart's content, dad believes you can stand on the side of the soul master." At the pinnacle of the world, it will be our time to take revenge on Wuhun Palace. Everyone in Wuhun Palace will have to pay the price!

Tang Hao's eyes were blazing like fire, and his cloudy eyes suddenly became brighter at this moment. He looked at everything at home, without any nostalgia in his eyes, and left the Holy Soul Village alone.

This is a place full of blood and darkness. Blood and violence are synonymous with this place. Tang Hao slowly walked into the Killing City, his steps heavy, looking at this place full of blood, cruelty and coldness, he clenched his fists tightly, his finger joints turning white from excessive exertion. There was a trace of hesitation in Tang Hao's eyes, but in the end he slowly moved towards the destination.

Tang Hao's figure looked lonely and desolate in the darkness, but he had no choice.

"You're here." A cold voice suddenly sounded, looking a little scary and eerie in the darkness.

Tang Hao was not afraid. For him, living now was more uncomfortable than death. What else did he have to fear? Tang Hao looked at the figure in the darkness and said in a stiff tone: "Here I am. I am willing to dedicate my soul to you. I only hope that you can allow me to gain the power I once had and destroy the Spirit Hall!"

The figure seemed to have heard some funny joke and laughed strangely. Tang Hao frowned slightly and shouted: "What's so funny."

"Tang Hao, Tang Hao, Haotian Sect was once the proud son of heaven, but now he is a lost dog. Things are really unpredictable." The figure in the darkness mocked mercilessly.

"I promise you, Tang Hao, you will have power beyond what you once had. If you join us, Wuhun Palace will be destroyed sooner or later." The voice sounded again.

"I only have this choice. I hope you won't let me down." Tang Hao's burly figure stood in the darkness, looking desolate and dejected.

"Hope never dies, the Holy Spirit lasts forever, Tang Hao, the Holy Spirit is your final destination. Join us, you won't regret it." A voice sounded in the darkness.

As soon as the words fell, endless darkness surged in like a tide, instantly swallowing up Tang Hao's figure. At the same time, a shrill cry of pain came from the darkness, and the sound echoed throughout the killing city, making people shudder. This cry of pain echoed throughout the entire Killing City, and the entire Killing City fell into a cold and terrifying atmosphere. The air is filled with the smell of death and blood, which makes people feel creepy.