Douluo's Angel and Knight

Chapter 211 Holy Feather Douluo

The funeral of Emperor Xue Ye has come to the third day. This is nothing surprising. The funeral of ordinary people will take another seven days.

The emperor could only stay put for longer.

Xue Beng, the man who was destined to be the next Emperor of Tiandou, was still crying in front of his soul, looking like he was too sad to control himself.

The reason why the emperor was appointed was because it had not been two days since Xue Ye died, the process had not started yet, and he was not even the crown prince.

After the death of 'Xue Qinghe', the crown prince's position has been vacant. No matter what others say, Xue Ye just ignores Xue Beng who is anxious.

Now that Xue Ye is dead, no one can stop Xue Beng from becoming the prince and emperor, but there is a certain procedure. He must first become the prince, and then he can truly become the emperor of Tiandou after three concessions and three resignations.

Xuexing was also released and looked at Zi Gong with a sad face, while Ning Fengzhi presided over the funeral as Xue Ye's old friend.

After all, there was no one in the Tiandou Empire who could control the situation. Ning Fengzhi chose to take over the job after a few veterans begged him.

Anyway, their Qibao Glazed Sect has a very deep bond with the Tiandou Empire, so there is no problem in terms of emotions and reasons.

At the funeral, there were still the same bunch of people, and today they came again and knelt down in large groups and cried in large groups.

No matter what these people think, the process has to go through.

The same was true for Ning Fengzhi. In his heart, he really didn't care whether Xue Ye lived or died, even if Xue Ye was nominally his old friend.

A soul master is used to seeing life and death, so this won't cause him any fluctuations.

But no matter how bored Ning Fengzhi felt in her heart, she still had to put on a sad look on her face that was similar to everyone else's. She had to do some superficial work.

Just when Ning Fengzhi was feeling deep down in his heart, it was probably another group of drama stars who were making fun of each other today, making the whole day go by.

Two people came who were incompatible with the environment. Everyone else had tears streaming down their faces, and at worst they looked sad. But when they first came in, one of them wanted to smile to the sky, and the other had a serious look on his face, but his eyes were full of smiles.

meaning.

It was Cardinal Salas and Hu Yanzhen, the patriarch of the Elephant Armor Sect.

'Didn't these two people come here the day before yesterday?'

Ning Fengzhi murmured in his heart, in theory, it would be enough for the leader of the Elephant Armor Sect, one of the three upper sects, and the cardinal of the Wuhun Palace to come once. Xue Ye was not so dignified as to allow the two of them to come every day during his lifetime.

And judging from the looks of the two of them, they were either here to commemorate Xue Ye, or they were here to dance in front of the coffin.

This is a bit too much, unless the two of them really want to trample the reputation of the Tiandou royal family into the mud, so they come to dance in front of the coffin on the snowy night again and again.

Therefore, Ning Fengzhi's face was a bit ugly. It didn't matter if he didn't give face to the Tiandou royal family. The problem was that he was the abbot of the funeral. This meant that he was not giving face to the Qibao Glazed Sect.

"The two of you were able to take time out of your busy schedules to attend Emperor Xue Ye's funeral every day, and Feng Zhi was deeply moved.

"Just two of you, can you take a look at the atmosphere?"

"Sect Master Ning, don't get me wrong, we are not here to cause trouble." Hu Yanzhen waved his hand to signal Ning Feng, who came forward, to express his excitement.

"Sect Master Ning, please prepare. Someone is coming to pay homage to Emperor Xue Ye. They are from Wuhun City."

Salas's words made Ning Fengzhi's mood tremble, and he didn't even care about the smiles on the faces of Hu Yanzhen and Salas that didn't fit the atmosphere.

The people from Wuhun City, or the people who let Saras and Hu Yanzhen personally lead the way, will they be some small role?

Sure enough, as Salas and Hu Yanzhen retreated to both sides, a golden figure appeared in Ning Fengzhi's eyes.

A golden palace dress perfectly outlines her tall and curvy figure. On her face is a golden mask engraved with a seraph pattern. The blue-purple eyes on the mask are as clear as a deep pool.

But it also gives people the feeling of being frozen thousands of miles away.

Her blond hair shines dazzlingly under the sunlight, as if an angel has descended into the mortal world. Her whole person is filled with a holy aura, making people want to worship her.

She is an angel!

As for the shorter knights behind the angel who also wore masks, Ning Fengzhi ignored them.

"I don't know your name?" Ning Fengzhi bowed his hands towards the girl with a solemn expression. His appearance and temperament should be that of someone who worships the temple, and he should be closely related to the Qian family.

"Qian Renxue, titled Holy Feather." The melodious voice reached Ning Fengzhi's ears, and Ning Fengzhi almost jumped up in shock.

His guess was correct, he was a descendant of Qianjia of the Angel family, but he just had a title?

Judging from various conditions, this woman named Qian Renxue should be young, at most in her early twenties and less than thirty years old.

Banned for those under thirty years old?

"I wonder if the Angel Douluo Crown belongs to you?" Ning Fengzhi suppressed the shock in his heart. Now is not the time to be surprised by this woman's cultivation.

"He is my grandfather."

"I wonder if your Majesty the Angel is doing well lately?"

"Sect Master Ning doesn't have to worry about this. He has always been strong and strong.

"Besides, I am here to pay my respects to Emperor Xue Ye today. Is it appropriate for Sect Master Ning to block me in front of the door like this?"

"It's Fengzhi who's being rude. Please come here, Sheng Yumian." After getting the information he wanted, Ning Fengzhi began to lure Qian Renxue to Zi Palace on a snowy night.

Not far away, Qian Renxue ignored Ning Fengzhi and started burning incense.

Looking at the coffin in front of her, Qian Renxue sighed in her heart.

Strictly speaking, during the years when he was Xue Qinghe, Xue Ye was pretty good to him, especially after Xue Luochuan and Xue Haizang died in infancy.

He almost gave her whatever she asked for, without overly restricting his power, and he devoted all his efforts to her education.

Apart from certain inevitable actions caused by his status as emperor, my father has done his best in this aspect.

How can humans be ruthless even though they are not grass and trees? A dog can have some affection after being together for several years, let alone a person who has been called father for several years.

Even though every time she calls her father, she thinks that the old man in front of her is a puppet who will die sooner or later, but she, Qian Renxue, is not a heartless person, and she still feels a little sentimental in her heart.

It's a pity that she is Qian Renxue after all, not Xue Qinghe.

The camps are different, and there is no conscience or emotion to talk about. Everything is based on the interests of Wuhun Palace.

Ning Fengzhi could not have guessed the sadness in Qian Renxue's heart. He looked at Qian Renxue who was offering incense and had his own thoughts.

‘The granddaughter of Extreme Douluo, a titled Douluo who is less than thirty years old, the future of Wuhun Palace is still very bright.

'It seems that between Camelot and Wuhun Temple, there will be no winner in a short period of time.'

According to the rumors, Bianca Hollander of Camelot is indeed the best genius in the historical records that his Qibao can find.

But compared to Qian Renxue, who has become a strong man, God knows who is stronger and who is weaker.

Not to mention that there is a second lady inside Wuhun Hall who only knows about her existence but does not know her specific name.

It should not be much worse than this Qian Renxue.

As for the previous rumors that the heir to the Angel family had died, Ning Fengzhi never believed it. It was just a different way of protecting the heir.

Wuhundian has such a huge family, but the heir died young?

Although the idea of ​​death in infancy sounds ridiculous, there is no good reason to use to protect the heir. It has to be the unlucky reason of death in infancy.

Even if there is no explanation, it's okay. Look at the so-called second young lady of the Qian family. Apart from knowing that there is such a person, the rest of their eyes are completely dark.

Not to mention knowing his identity and appearance, it is impossible to rush into the Wuhun Palace and kill the heir to the Angel Family.

Some people may think that Qian Renxue is sentimental towards Xue Ye, which would be very poisonous.

After all, it is nonsense for spies to have feelings for each other, and there is no need to get involved with someone like Tiandou who will be destroyed sooner or later.

But I thought about it and wrote it. Let alone political creatures and spies. I think it is normal for Qian Renxue to feel nostalgic for Qian Renxue who has been lurking for so many years.

First of all, Qian Renxue cannot be treated as an ordinary spy. No one in Wuhun Palace would dare to ask Qian Renxue like a spy.

At the same time, Qian Renxue was not much older when she lurked into the Tiandou Empire, and almost all her views had not yet been fully formed. It was completely normal to miss the people she came into contact with during this process.

Then I wanted to complain more and more about the original work. A kid who is at most eleven or twelve years old is used as a spy. The Spirit Hall is really good enough for Qian Renxue, otherwise it will be like a meat bun beating a dog and never coming back.

Okay, I actually talked about it a lot, just because I wanted to write a Qian Renxue who is relatively more humane.

(End of chapter)