Douluo: Thousand Miles of Practice

"Get up!" Qianshui waved his hand to chase away Qian Renxue who was still lying on the crown prince's throne.

"I'm fine! I'm exhausted!" Can it be true that a woman is exhausted?

But Qianshui didn't care. Work was a deadline, especially in a country at war, where every minute and every second was working at a high intensity, even at the beginning of the new year.

The soul power lifted Qian Renxue and moved her to the semicircular desk, and performed a "body cleansing technique" on the mess on the table.

"Oh, Xiaoxue, please be kind. It's too late if we don't do it! Or you can do it!"

"Hmph!" However, Qian Renxue didn't want to pay attention to him at all, let alone work. You actually want to work with such a beautiful wife in front of you?

The veins on his forehead popped out. Whose career is this for? Qianshui wanted to cry when he recalled the days when he couldn't slack off after coming in, "You forced me to do this!"

As he said that, his distraction squeezed Qian Renxue's main consciousness away. After a careful feeling, she really had no strength! It's terrible. This woman can do this for pleasure! Isn't this considered excessive indulgence? !

Silently putting clothes on his wife, Qianshui suppressed the shock in his heart and hurried to work.

"Xiaoshui, don't be angry~ I'm really out of strength! If it doesn't work, I'll bite you~" Qian Renxue shook Qianshui's arm in an attempt to exchange conditions.

However, people on the death line don't care about these petty gains! And he also wanted his wife to restrain herself. In this state, he couldn't give Qian Renxue any chance, otherwise he would be kicked out again!

In short, when the door of the meeting room was closed, the little angel knew that she had played too much, and she was directly kicked out.

"Then what should I do!" She shouted towards the room, trying to save her image.

How can there be an image between husband and wife?

"If you can't do it, just stand guard!"

"Hmph! Stand if you want!" Although she was puzzled, she checked Qianshui's space soul guide and took out a set of plate armor for the Prince's Palace's personal guards.

"It really exists?"

The idle little angel really put on this set of silver-white plate armor that fits Qianshui's body perfectly and really stood guard.

She was Qianshui's body at this time. Xue Qinghe was handling official business and Ning Huahua was on her way back. She couldn't go anywhere.

Although it was a good idea to go to the hall for a party, there were really many beautiful women. It was Qian Renxue who had to face them. It was really better to stand guard.

But when it was getting dark, many uninvited guests came to the Prince's Palace, such as Ning Rongrong.

The girl seemed to come to the meeting room very naturally and pushed the door to go in, but she ran to Qian Renxue just halfway through.

"Brother Shui?!!"

The little angel was stunned on the spot. She was dressed like this, and she was wearing a mask with only holes for her eyes and nose. Ning Rongrong could recognize her?

However, Ning Rongrong's surprise did not last long. Ning Huahua followed her, "Stop looking. Come in. Submit your year-end summary."

"Okay..." Ning Rongrong glanced at Ning Huahua who entered the meeting room reluctantly, and said to her 'Brother Shui' in a low and excited voice, "Brother Shui! Wait for me!"

Qian Renxue was extremely shocked to see Ning Huahua appear. It turned out that during the day, when Qian Shui was galloping, he also split a clone out? !

While secretly thinking that her man was working hard, she was wondering when a three-door door would be installed.

In the meeting room, it was another scene. Xue Qinghe was busy all the time. Ning Huahua found a seat and sat down, looking at the annual training report submitted by Ning Rongrong.

"You have mastered the eight gates well."

Listening to Ning Huahua's indifferent voice, Ning Rongrong felt a little distressed.

This woman didn't say anything on the surface, but she turned into a workaholic and had almost no time to rest in a day.

What is more noteworthy is her attitude towards Qianshui.

Just now, even Ning Rongrong recognized Qianshui, so Ning Huahua couldn't fail to recognize her. In this case, she didn't even say hello. Excluding her impoliteness, it can only be a psychological problem.

"You organize your files. Although the Prince's Mansion will not be closed for the New Year, there is no guarantee that the files will not be borrowed by those who are curious.

Remember to go to the banquet. Qinghe and I will go to the palace first."

First, she handed the report back to Ning Rongrong, and then reminded her. Then she stood up and left through the side door.

"Brother Xue..."

Ning Rongrong would never see such a situation when she was in school on weekdays, but Ning Huahua actually ignored Xue Qinghe.

But Xue Qinghe had no intention of paying attention to Ning Rongrong. He smiled at her reluctantly, and stood up with the help of the table. Although he didn't show anything on his face, his gait seemed extremely weak, and he walked unsteadily.

Seeing such a brother and sister, Ning Rongrong's eyes were red, and she stamped her feet in indignation, "Damn it! It's all the fault of that woman Qian Renxue!"

Qian Renxue outside the door was embarrassed, and could only roll her eyes at Qianshui in the bedroom of the Prince's Mansion.

...

The banquet hall of the Prince's Mansion was a different scene. Most of the people gathered here were from Xue Qinghe's camp, or they were all people from Qianshui's camp or fierce beasts.

"Shasha, where did Xiaofeng go?"

Feng Jingyi was not seen on the way from Tiandou Royal Academy, and she was not seen when she arrived at the Prince's Mansion. Yin Jin also asked Chensha in confusion.

Covering her mouth and laughing softly, Chensha teased, "Most likely she won't come~ Ignore her!"

Just when the friends were confused, Tianmeng suddenly appeared out of nowhere, "She left here early in the morning, didn't you know?"

"How is that possible? Don't talk nonsense."

"If you mean that, then I can only regretfully tell you that Miss Angel is back, and the meeting room will probably not be able to penetrate spiritual power for the whole day."

Chensha didn't know that Tianmeng was a million-year-old soul beast, but she knew about his spiritual power, and the credibility of what he said was very high.

"It's over, Xiaofeng is completely out of luck now... Hesitation will lead to defeat!"

Even Chensha lost hope now. She even guessed that the carefully prepared dish was in vain to help Qian Renxue.

"You humans are really weird, can't you be more honest?"

Everyone couldn't deny Tianmeng's words, but Yinjin, who was held by Ye Lingling's hand, was not happy.

After all, they were soul beasts and humans, belonging to different camps. Adding to his own experience, he was even more upset. "Is it useful if you are honest?"

"Haha! Brother Tianmeng, I disdain it! As long as I make a move, I will definitely catch it!"

"Then go!"

"Go!"

Chapter 270 God's Will [6000 words]

"Ashura! What do you mean!"

In the Douluo God Realm, outside an Asura Temple, a majestic man wearing a white robe with gold edges, a three-pronged ring on his head, and a water-blue crown inlaid in the center of the ring rushed in with an angry roar.

Standing in the center of this place was a figure with even greater momentum, his whole body wrapped in dark red magic patterns.

He turned his head and took a step. Just this step made the huge Asura Temple tremble.

The dark red light surrounded his body, but he could not see his appearance clearly. He could only vaguely see that he was wearing an armor covered with dark red magic patterns. This man was the owner of this Asura Temple.

He is the God of Killing in the God Realm, the Shura God who is in charge of killing, judgment, and laws!

Although the blue figure was not afraid of the power of killing, he stopped because he saw a female deity wearing a gorgeous golden armor and skirt standing beside the Shura God.

"Qian..." The blue god's expression condensed, "Angel God, why are you here?"

He is the ancestor of the Qian family, the Angel God, but his expression is indifferent, and there is no ripple in his golden pupils, "Poseidon, I don't need to inform you where I am?"

"I'm not here to quarrel with you!" The blue figure of the sea god Poseidon did not entangle anything. He just took a deep look at the Angel God and turned to the Shura God, "Shura, don't you care about what Rakshasa does? I think his hand is too long?!"

"Why worry, shouldn't you have enough confidence in your successor?" The Shura God, who was wrapped in dark red magic pattern armor, had a voice like the clanging of metal, and every word he uttered seemed to make the air colder.

"Is this a question of confidence? Rakshasa's hand is too long?!" The sea god still refused to give in.

But before Asura God spoke, the indifferent Angel God frowned, "Poseidon, you are not short-handed, are you? My Angel God wants you to intervene?"

"I don't understand what you are talking about." The Sea God did not want to pay attention to the Angel God, and continued to say to Asura God, "Shura, I think you can't be unaware of what Rakshasa is doing!"

"You are just worried that your successor will not be able to resist using the Asura Demon Sword." Asura God did not mean to give the Sea God any face.

"Ashura! Don't think I don't know why you saved your last successor. You want him to inherit your Asura God. Am I right?

I tell you, don't dream! After so many years, it's not easy for me to find such a successor. He has completed the seventh test, and the eighth and ninth tests are almost the last step. You suddenly come out and want to pick peaches? Don't even think about it!"

"Seven tests? How many times has he used the power of the Sea God? How many times has he used the Sea God's trident? And why hasn't he carried out the eighth test yet? Is it because he can't kill the whale?

Your guardian in the lower world should have told you, and you should have realized it in your heart. He doesn't want to accept the position of Sea God!"

In the angry eyes of the Sea God, the Asura God continued: "He is the one who has accepted the power of Asura most smoothly in history. If we talk about first come first served, he is also the first to obtain the killing god domain. You should understand what this means.

Or rather, he He is the strongest inheritor in history. As for Rakshasa, he is just one of the tests. He can accomplish what you want by himself.

Having said that, you don't need to mention your thoughts anymore, right? "

After the Asura myth was finished, the angel god laughed, and even mocked: "Poseidon, are you anxious? The power of God cannot interfere with the human world, but your so-called inheritor is not anxious. The trident inlaid with the heart of the sea god has your divine thoughts. Don't you really know what is hanging on your trident? "

"Angel God! Madam Qian! You know what you have done for your descendants. It's okay if you and I have different ideas. I don't want to argue with you.

I admit that I have selfish motives, but when Rakshasa comes to the world, all living beings will suffer. At that time, do you still want your descendants to be like you, using the suffering of all living beings to achieve themselves? "

"Is it right to participate in the endless struggle of all living beings like you? "

...

"It's like a light cloud covering the moon, and it's like snow blown by the wind! Not bad, Xiaoshui!" Looking at herself in the floor-length mirror wearing a water-blue palace dress, Qian Renxue's forehead flashed with golden light, and her long golden hair turned black.

Dong looked at her carefully, blinking his eyes. Qian Renxue didn't look like Ning Huahua, but more like the quirky Ning Rongrong.

He thought that "The Goddess of Luo River" was remembered, but who would praise themselves like this? But Qianshui was also tactful, "That's because you look good~"

Smiling on the surface, in his heart... In short, it takes a lot of time and effort for girls to dress up, and Qianshui has been waiting for a long time.

If Qian Renxue hadn't come back, he wanted to have a meal and walk around as Xue Qinghe, and Ning Huahua would think she was depressed and didn't want to move.

After all, it would be troublesome to dress up, not to mention the appearance. This "Qianhuan" can solve it, but the smell and the sound of high heels are difficult.

It can be simulated, but it is not simple and direct.

But the most direct thing is that Qianshui wears women's clothes? Just give up.

Of course, the clothes are still prepared, made according to Qian Renxue's figure, but I didn't expect her to really come back. But it's okay, high heels must be suitable for girls.

"Huh? You can actually praise me for being beautiful?" Qian Renxue put her hands behind her back and approached, looking up at the man curiously.

Qianshui is an old straight man. If he can praise girls, it will not only be Feng Jingyi who is devoted to him. Every student in Wuhun Academy must be a harem group, such as his little sister Hu Liena.

"Oh, let's go, it's been delayed for long enough!"