#67 - Mother and daughter, father and son, must be killed
Chapter 67: Mother and Daughter vs. Father and Son, A Must-Kill Situation
The next moment.
An itch spread from the wounds all over his body.
Qian Xunji's expression became intriguing, his face somewhat distorted.
His eyes rolled back, and he twitched, as if about to convulse.
Qian Xunji could feel that the injuries within his body were recovering at an incredible rate.
In less than half a minute.
Qian Xunji's aura returned to a stable state.
The paleness of his face was replaced with a touch of color, and the stabbing pain from his internal organs disappeared without a trace.
His injuries had recovered by at least half!
Although he still couldn't move freely.
With just two days of rest, he should be able to do some simple movements.
At this moment.
Even if Qian Xunji was an idiot, he would understand that all of this was Qian Renjue's doing, the final piece of cake!
It seems that his son is not so simple after all.
"Haha..."
Qian Xunji couldn't help but laugh with relief, his laughter growing louder and louder.
"Hahaha!"
Qian Xunji laughed loudly, maniacally!
Heaven truly treats him well, his ancestors have taken pity!
"..."
After laughing.
Qian Xunji had a faint smile on his face.
Lying on the cold bed, he held the mother-bell in his hand, gently turning the blood jade ring.
His lips moved, whispering softly.
"It's a pity... it's a bit of a waste to give me something like this."
The smile on Qian Xunji's face was a mix of satisfaction and regret, with a hint of expectation and struggle.
...
Qian Renxue and her younger brother.
Walked hand-in-hand on the mountain road.
Qian Renxue quietly looked at Qian Renjue, her eyes filled with doubt.
The crumbs of cake left on the floor in the secret room made her very curious.
She couldn't help but ask:
"Jue, what did you hide in that piece of cake?"
"It's medicine for healing injuries, Sister."
Qian Renjue said without hesitation.
Looking at Qian Renxue with a smile on his face.
He had stuffed a [Expired Senzu Bean] that could heal fifty percent of injuries inside.
A gray-green broad bean.
This should give Qian Xunji some self-preservation ability.
"Is that so?"
Qian Renxue didn't ask any further.
When she saw Qian Xunji again at noon, Qian Renxue couldn't help but be shocked.
The recovery of his injuries.
Far exceeded her expectations!
Was this the method Qian Renjue spoke of under the Haotian Hammer back then?
Equally shocked as Qian Renxue.
Was Bibi Dong!
Seeing Qian Xunji's complexion improve, she couldn't help but become anxious, but she couldn't show it too obviously.
It was because, in the past two days.
Qian Renxue had been following her from time to time, seemingly on guard.
Nearing noon.
In a garden filled with flowers.
A small stove was set up.
Bibi Dong was holding a fan, gently fanning the flames to help them burn.
Qian Renxue sat beside her, watching her simmer the soup over a low fire.
Both mother and daughter were somewhat absent-minded.
Bibi Dong was thinking about how she should make her move.
While Qian Renxue was just simply watching her.
Worried.
Gradually, the flames in the stove died down, and the dazzling light dissipated.
Bibi Dong came back to her senses.
She picked up a wet cloth and stood up, wrapping it around the clay pot of soup.
Preparing to pour it into the prepared bowl.
Swish, swish.
"Xiaoxue, would you like to drink some first?"
Bibi Dong turned her head to look at her daughter, who was accompanying her, and asked softly.
"I don't need any."
Qian Renxue shook her head, raising her eyes to look at Bibi Dong.
She said gently: "Leave some for Jue, he likes to drink it."
Bibi Dong nodded slightly.
"Okay, then I'll put it in separate bowls."
"Put it here."
Seeing that it wasn't convenient for Bibi Dong.
Qian Renxue put down her hand that was supporting her cheek, and took out a bowl from her soul tool, placing it beside her.
Bibi Dong nodded, and continued to pour the soup from the clay pot.
Gurgle!
The clear, hot soup surged in the bowl, without creating any foam.
Steam billowed.
Obscuring the faces of the mother and daughter.
Looking at the two bowls of the same size, Bibi Dong's eyes narrowed slightly.
As if she had thought of a brilliant idea.
She became somewhat absent-minded.
Causing the hot soup to spill from the bowl.
Just then.
Qian Renxue suddenly asked, facing the rising steam:
"Mom, what should we do about Jue?"
Pfft!
Bibi Dong's movements stopped, her eyes filled with panic.
She raised her eyes and stared intently at Qian Renxue.
The steam dissipated.
The mother and daughter stared directly at each other.
Bibi Dong quickly collected her panicked expression, and was no longer surprised.
From the observations of the past few days.
This child really knew about those unspeakable things.
Bibi Dong lowered her head, pursed her red lips, and put down the clay pot in her hand.
Gently wiping the bowl that belonged to Qian Renjue.
She said softly:
"I won't let anything happen to him."
Qian Renxue's eyebrows were filled with sorrow.
She said quietly: "That's what I hope too, but can you guarantee it?"
"..."
Bibi Dong fell into silence.
"Is it really unavoidable?"
Qian Renxue's voice was slightly hoarse, her throat sore, as she asked tentatively.
"Do you think I shouldn't do this?"
Bibi Dong responded with difficulty.
Raising her purple eyes, sadness and hatred made her eyes red.
Bibi Dong had always felt that Qian Renxue was very similar to herself.
So.
Since she knew the whole story, shouldn't she understand herself the most?
"..."
Qian Renxue was speechless.
Precisely because she understood, she couldn't speak, and didn't even offer any advice.
"I don't know!"
Qian Renxue lowered her head, her eyes flashing with hazy tears.
She couldn't sort out such things, let alone judge them!
If it wasn't for her identity as a daughter.
She wouldn't have felt that Bibi Dong was wrong to seek revenge in this way.
But precisely!
She and Qian Renjue were the product of such an unspeakable thing.
Torn between these feelings, she didn't even try to hint at Qian Daoliu.
Bibi Dong stared at Qian Renxue and smiled.
Her eyes were also filled with tears.
"Xiaoxue, I'm sorry."
Bibi Dong bit her silver teeth, wiped away her tears, and put away the prepared hot soup.
Walking towards the direction of the Papal Palace.
Perhaps after tonight.
They would no longer have the opportunity to talk like this.
"You have nothing to be sorry for."
Qian Renxue sat in place, muttering softly.
But Bibi Dong couldn't hear her.
...
"Dad, you have to believe in Jue!"
"..."
Inside the secret room.
Qian Xunji had just accepted Qian Renjue's alternative gift.
The last [Illusion Candy Bean].
With the precedent of the magical [Expired Senzu Bean],
Qian Xunji naturally wouldn't suspect it was fake.
At this time.
With Qian Renjue's help, Qian Xunji had already sat up.
Turning his head to glance at his son who was massaging his back.
Qian Xunji grinned.
Smiling, he said: "Jue, do you remember what Dad used to teach you?"
"..."
Qian Renjue was stunned, then shook his head.
"Dad taught me too much, I don't know which one specifically."
"Haha..."
Qian Xunji smiled helplessly.
Reminding him: "What Dad is about to say is the most important, you must remember it well."
"Yes, tell me, Dad."
Qian Renjue nodded seriously.
"Jue, always remember to do what you want to do on the premise of being able to protect yourself."
Qian Xunji said earnestly.
The image of Tang Hao wielding the Haotian Hammer still made his heart palpitate.
"Did you hear clearly?"
Qian Renjue nodded heavily.
"I heard clearly, Jue will remember it firmly!"
"That's good."
Before Qian Xunji could finish speaking, there was movement at the entrance of the secret room.
Bibi Dong's beautiful figure appeared in the secret room.
Looking at the harmonious scene of Qian Xunji and his son, killing intent and pain surged!
I wish you all a happy life!
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