Douluo: Martial Soul Sword Immortal, a hundred battles become a poem!

Chapter 8 The Lost Butterfly in the Snow

"Why can't you scream?"

"Just don't scream!"

"But from a status perspective, I am your godbrother."

"I don't have a brother like you... a stinky brother like you!"

"However, you can't deny that I am the adopted son of the Pope, because this has already happened and you can't change it. I will still call you my god sister tomorrow."

Seeing Qian Renxue looking angry, Li Qiu felt helpless.

But this can't be entirely blamed on him. After dealing with such an old world, he was already exhausted physically and mentally.

In addition, this was his own room, so he relaxed his guard the whole time and did not deliberately feel the movement in the room.

As a result, such a big mistake was made.

If we really want to talk about this matter and share the responsibilities, then he and Qian Renxue will be at least 50-50 split.

But considering that Qian Renxue is a girl, and Bibi Dong’s orders...

Li Qiu raised his eyes and softened his tone: "Don't be angry. This is my fault. I'll pay attention next time."

"You, you... do you want a next time?" Qian Renxue felt that if this matter was spread today, she would be embarrassed to see anyone.

"Then next time I'll turn on the light."

"You, gangster!"

Li Qiu was startled, then touched his nose, "I mean, next time I will turn on the light to see clearly, and then decide whether to go to bed or not."

"Humph, I'm not done with you!"

"Then we can turn the page for now. Now you can tell me why you came to me, right?"

"I...I just want to ask if you can teach me how to practice swordsmanship..."

Qian Renxue's voice was so low that Li Qiu couldn't hear it clearly if he didn't listen carefully.

"Teach you how to practice swordsmanship? Don't you look down on my swordsmanship?" Li Qiu looked at her with a half-smile.

"You're interested in it now, aren't you?"

"It seems you have figured it out and you made the right choice."

"Then do you want to teach me or not?" Qian Renxue's face began to turn red again.

"Teaching is out of the question. I can only tell you my own thoughts."

"That's okay, then I'll wait for you in the back mountain tomorrow?"

"Haha." Li Qiu suddenly smiled with relief.

Qian Renxue tried her best to keep her face straight and pretend to be cold, "Why are you laughing?"

"Then you now admit that you are my god sister. I said that this is a fact that has happened. Neither you nor I can change it."

"You, you...you...don't call me your god sister!"

"Then what should I call you?"

Qian Renxue said without hesitation: "Just call me sister."

"It sounds a little raw."

"We don't know each other well."

"Then why should I teach you how to practice swordsmanship?" Li Qiuxiao asked.

He found that Qian Renxue was an interesting woman. She looked cold on the outside but was very innocent on the inside.

"Then don't call me sister, you, you..."

"Then I'll call you Sister Xue. It doesn't sound too harsh. How about that?"

"No way."

Qian Renxue was still arrogant. After getting out of bed, she left the room as if running away.

"I'll wait for you in the back mountain tomorrow, you must come!"

Standing at the door, looking at the other person's fleeing figure, Li Qiu smiled calmly again.

"Okay, I'll come."

……

Early the next morning, Li Qiu was invited to the Pope's Palace by Bibi Dong's people.

Looking at the woman sitting firmly on the throne, Li Qiu lowered his head slightly.

"elder sister."

"Well, now that the canonization ceremony is over, it's time for you to hunt for the soul ring." Bibi Dong said calmly.

She thought that her adopted son could not wait to become a soul master.

No one can resist the temptation of a soul ring, never has.

"So urgent?" "Aren't you in a hurry?"

Bibi Dong was in a daze for a moment, and she wondered if she heard it wrong.

It was as if she was going to hunt for the soul ring herself.

Wasn't she doing this so that Li Qiu could obtain the soul ring as soon as possible?

It was good this time, because he himself was neither impatient nor impatient, which made her, the adoptive mother, impatient.

"If possible, I hope to set out to hunt for soul rings in three days."

"What's the reason?"

"Qian Renxue invited me to practice sword practice, and I couldn't refuse."

Bibi Dong raised the corner of her mouth, "Is it difficult to refuse, or do you simply don't want to refuse?"

"All of them." Li Qiu was noncommittal.

"Okay, in that case, I will set out to hunt for the soul ring in three days, but I have a condition."

"Sister, please tell me."

"If she hasn't accepted you as her younger brother within three days, then you don't have to stay in Wuhun Hall anymore. I don't raise waste under my command."

Bibi Dong's voice was neither salty nor bland, but anyone could hear the killing intent in her words.

Li Qiu nodded lightly, "Yes."

"Go back."

……

As we get further west, goose-feather snowflakes are still flying all over the sky.

In the snow on the mountain behind the Pope's Palace, Qian Renxue stood with his sword behind his back.

Her eyes had been gently closed, and only her long eyelashes were stained with crystal clear dew.

"How long have you been waiting?"

"fifteen minutes."

"Shall we start now?"

"I have no opinion."

Li Qiu nodded and said calmly: "You can dance the sword again and show me."

"Now?"

"It's now."

"it is good."

Qian Renxue opened her eyes and turned around slowly.

The angel holy sword in her hand suddenly made a roar, the tip of the sword pointed downwards, pointing towards the mountains in the distance.

The sword energy was like a tide, blowing the surrounding snow into the air and falling down.

Her body also began to move, as graceful as a startling dragon, as graceful as a swimming dragon.

Like a butterfly in the wind and snow, it nimbly shuttles through the vast snow.

In an instant, snowflakes fell from the sky, and a few fell on her eyebrows.

"How's it going? Is it okay?" Qian Renxue asked a little uncertainly.

In fact, she wasn't very sure, because Li Qiu said yesterday that her sword was only for viewing.

However, when Qian Renxue looked at Li Qiu's position, her face instantly darkened.

This bastard!

She showed him how hard she worked with the sword, but he didn't open his eyes at all, tilting his head as if he was about to fall asleep!
"Hey! Hey, hey, hey!"

"what happened?"

"How is my sword?" Qian Renxue asked with a cold face.

"Uh... pretty good, pretty good." Li Qiu opened his eyes and smiled slightly.

"Then do you see what's wrong with my swordsmanship?"

"I didn't look."

"you……"

"But I know what your problem is." Li Qiu shook his head and sighed, "Your sword is too slow, and the strength is not strong enough. Cutting people is probably the same as massaging."

Upon hearing this, a chill rushed from his back to Qian Renxue's Tianling Gai.

Chilling!
Her whole body was shaking with anger, and the arm holding the sword was shaking violently.

It can be seen that she is already trying her best to restrain herself from using the sword against Li Qiu, but this is too insulting!
That her sword-cutting was like a massage?
It's better to just say that she is a waste. It's too much to bully others... It's simply too much to bully others!
"Damn stinky brother... Then do you dare to take a blow from me? See if I'm giving you a massage!"

(End of this chapter)