Douluo: If You Cut Me, You Will Lose the Treasure, Bibi Dong is Addicted

Qian Daoliu winked at Gu Rong: Can this weapon spirit be recycled?

This look is simple and easy to understand in relation to the current situation. Gu Rong understood it in an instant and responded immediately: Of course not, and no matter who this holy sword belongs to, you have to give me the reward for summoning the weapon spirit!

 He responded with the same wink, and his expression was very urgent.

Qian Daoliu pretended not to understand and looked away.

 What the hell…

Seeing this, Gu Rong wanted to get angry, but looking at the current situation, after thinking about it, he decided to wait until the two gods left.

 “Qiandaoliu.”

The angel **** stood there coldly and called out this name without looking back.

Qian Daoliu's whole body became stiff as if he had been electrocuted. The moment he heard his name, his heart beat faster and his face became tense. Facing the Angel God, no matter how powerful he was, he would not dare to make a mistake. He had been worshiped for most of his life. In a sense, the angel **** is the meaning of his existence.

"exist!"

Qian Daoliu responded immediately, taking advantage of this moment to turn around and glance at Qian Renxue, and then walked to the angel **** with a low eyebrow.

 “You...what are your orders?”

 The angel **** raised his head: "Do you know who you are?"

"…Know."

 “Do you know who I am?”

"…of course I know."

The angel **** turned back coldly, looking down at Qiandaoliu with his golden eyes: "Do you know what you should do?"

Qian Daoliu looked at each other, lowered his head quickly and said: "Everything I do is to serve you!"

 “It’s good to know.”

If the angel god’s aura when facing mortals is 100, then her aura when facing the Seraphim family is 10,000!

This is not only a crushing of personalities between gods and humans, but also a crushing of spiritual class and bloodline class. The angel **** is the **** of faith of thousands of their families. Even if the ancestors of Qiandaoliu appear, they have to crawl over and kneel to the angel god. Kowtow.

This is the dignity and inferiority engraved in the bones of the Qian family. Not only Qian Daoliu, but even Qian Renxue also has the instinct to kneel down when facing angels and gods.

 But now Qian Renxue no longer has this instinct, because the current angel **** cannot hurt her, and she can even be ordered to do anything by Qian Renxue once a day.

Angel God continued to look at Qian Daoliu: "Then let me ask you, who does this Angel Holy Sword belong to?"

Qian Daoliu was stunned. He didn't expect the angel **** to hit the ball straight when he came up, so direct!

He smiled dryly on his face, nodded and said, "This holy sword originally belonged to you, but later you personally handed it to Qian Renxue, so strictly speaking, it should belong to Qian Renxue now... You...you should also talk to Qi Ling about this..."

The Angel God frowned, and immediately stretched out her hand. The Angel Holy Sword stuck on the ground instantly flew into her hand, and she placed the Holy Sword across Qiandaoliu's neck. The sharp breath forced Qiandaoliu to make a splash. He knelt down and raised his hands, staring fearfully at the golden sword blade next to his neck, not daring to say a word.

 Angel God: "I'll give you another chance to reorganize your language."

 But at this moment, a golden long sword was also placed across the neck of the angel god!

Qian Renxue said coldly: "Kneel down!"

The angel **** knelt down with a thump, and even she didn't react.

Lin Yi raised his eyebrows at this scene.

The opportunity to issue an order this day was used by Qian Renxue to issue the "kneel down" order, and the angel **** executed it without any control.

The holy sword in Qian Renxue's hand was condensed with her martial soul. In the past, a look from the angel **** could shatter the sword.

Qian Renxue sneered: "I will also give you a chance to reorganize your language. Whose holy sword does it belong to? If the answer does not satisfy me, don't blame me for asking you to carry out some orders that you don't want to carry out tomorrow."

After hearing this, Angel God showed a little panic on her cold face, and she frowned: "You can't mess around!"

Qian Renxue sneered, but at this moment, there was a golden sword hanging across her neck. The weapon spirit looked at her coldly and said in a low voice: "Kneel down!"

 This sword is condensed from the energy of the weapon spirit, and is almost identical to the artifact.

The aura belonging to the second plane put pressure on Qian Renxue's body for an instant, and with a "plop", Qian Renxue knelt down with a painful expression. Seeing Qian Renxue on the verge of injury, the Angel God panicked for a moment. She could not do anything to harm Qian Renxue. The weapon spirit recognized her as its master and would certainly not do similar things, otherwise it would definitely happen. It was judged that she did it!

 “You...you can’t hurt her! Kneel down too!”

 “Plop!”

The burly weapon spirit also knelt down and followed the instructions of the angel **** seriously.

 Four people formed a circle and all knelt down...

 Everyone was dumbfounded, including Lin Yi.

How on earth did this...how did this develop to this scene?

Poseidon looked around and didn't know whether to help or not. Even he was confused.

 Qiandao Liujian saw the weapon spirit kneeling down, and immediately placed his divine weapon across the weapon spirit's neck, threatening: "Let Qian Renxue go! Otherwise, I will chop you down!"

The weapon spirit looked at Qian Renxue and said in a low voice: "Let my master go, or I will chop you down."

Qian Renxue looked at the angel god, collapsed and said: "Let my grandpa go, or I will chop you down!"

 Lin Yi: “…”

Angel God hesitated for a moment, but finally spoke: "Weapon Spirit, put down your sword."

 “Yes, master.”

Upon seeing this, Qian Daoliu sheathed his sword, Qian Renxue also raised his hand, Angel God followed suit, the four of them stood up at the same time, and quickly distanced themselves, Poseidon saw the right moment and stood next to Angel God, silently raising his hand. Giving a thumbs up: "Your relationship is quite messy."

"roll!"

The angel **** turned his head and cursed angrily.

Qian Renxue raised her sword and pointed it at the angel god: "This artifact is mine, don't try to take it away."

The angel **** shouted angrily: "Don't forget that your opportunity to give orders today has been used up. No one can stop me when I leave now!"

Qian Renxue chuckled twice: "What about tomorrow? I'll let you do a striptease in public!"

The weapon spirit frowned: "How dare you disrespect my master?"

Qian Renxue's heart tightened, she was afraid of him, and hurriedly hid behind Qian Daoliu, complaining: "It's all your grandpa's fault! Why did you awaken the weapon spirit when you have nothing to do?"

 “So it’s you who wants to wake up?!”

 The angel **** stared at Qiandaoliu.

Qian Daoliu was startled and quickly hid behind his granddaughter: "You **** girl, don't talk nonsense! It's obviously you who wants to wake up!"

"I…"

Qian Renxue was speechless. She knew what her grandfather was afraid of.

But facing the angel god, she was not afraid at all: "Bing face, I have already thought about tomorrow's order. You can decide what to do today. If you dare to leave, take the weapon spirit with you. No one will stop you!"

 The angel **** clenched the holy sword in his hand, and his whole right arm was trembling.

 She is doing a striptease here... She doesn't know how to dance. What if she dances ugly?

 Wait a minute, does a striptease require you to take off your clothes? The angel **** heard it and his eyes widened for a moment.

  ps. Recommend a Douluo fanfic:

 "Douluo: I live broadcast in Jueshi to break the defense against Tang San"

 Those who are interested can go and take a look.

 (End of this chapter)