In Douluo, he devoured Tang San's spirit at the beginning

Chapter 129 Xue Qinghe

But no matter who Xue Qinghe was facing, he always looked gentle and bowed slightly.

This is why everyone is optimistic about him and sees him as a perfect Crown Prince.

If it were someone else, who would associate such a modest, polite and gentle Crown Prince with an undercover agent of the Spirit Hall?

Han Yu sighed inwardly. It was not unfair that the Tiandou Empire lost, although the Spirit Hall's approach was stupid. They could have just forced it through, but they had to waste the talent of a peerless genius to carry out such a plan, and it had been going on for so many years.

Why can't Xue Ye be poisoned now? Just poison her to death and don't let anyone check her body. With two Title Douluo following her closely and the entire Spirit Hall as her backer, the entire Tiandou Empire can't do anything to her.

Even if the Xingluo Empire attacks it later, that is a matter for later, and the Tiandou Empire has already been controlled by it.

Whenever he thought of this, Han Yu couldn't help but sigh at the pathetic IQ of the God of Creation, and felt pity for everyone in Douluo Continent.

Obviously, everyone has rich personal brilliance, but unfortunately, the God of Creation does not have enough imagination, so he can only rip down the east wall to repair the west wall.

Besides
Just as Han Yu was immersed in thought, Xue Qinghe hesitated for a moment, then spoke to interrupt his thoughts.

"Han Yu, what are you thinking about?"

Although it was very rude to interrupt someone's thinking, the time Han Yu spent thinking made him feel a little awkward standing there, so he couldn't help but speak.

"Oh, nothing. I was wondering what the Pope of the Spirit Hall looks like."

Han Yu waved his hand and replied casually. Ning Rongrong and Dugu Yan also bowed slightly to Xue Qinghe first. After all, this is the current Crown Prince of the Tiandou Empire and the future Emperor of the Tiandou Empire, so they still have to give him face.

Then Han Yu took Ning Rongrong and sat aside, quietly waiting for Xue Qinghe's words.

"Yes, the Pope of the Spirit Hall."

Xue Qinghe lowered his head and thought, frowning. He had no idea what Han Yu meant. He shook his head helplessly and sat back on the sofa.

Xue Ke hurriedly made tea for everyone, and then sat quietly beside Tang Yuehua.

Ning Rongrong and Dugu Yan also bowed slightly to Tang Yuehua first, and waited until Tang Yuehua smiled and nodded, then they surrounded Tang Yuehua.

Although Dugu Yan already knew the little secret between Tang Yuehua and Han Yu, there were outsiders present, so she naturally knew that she had to take care of her man and her family's face.

This kind of thing cannot be discussed openly.

"Haha, little brother Han Yu is really lucky. Even my little sister is full of praise for you."

Xue Qinghe smiled slightly, took a sip of the tea in his hand, glanced at the various beauties around Han Yu, and finally set his gaze on Han Yu and teased.

"I heard that the current pope of the Spirit Hall is a rare beauty in the world. If there is a chance, I hope Your Highness can introduce her to me."

Han Yu smiled slightly, and quietly poked Xue Qinghe's lungs.

Sure enough, Xue Qinghe's face froze, but he showed a wry smile in the next moment. However, his clenched fists hidden under the table showed that his heart was not as calm as it seemed on the surface.

"How dare you say that? He is the Pope of the Spirit Hall. If such words are spread out, you are not afraid of others denouncing you."

I treat you as a brother, but you want to be my father.

How could this be possible for Han Yu to succeed? Xue Qinghe quickly spoke out to politely refuse. "No problem. I have admired the current pope for a long time. What's more, I am a subject of the Tiandou Empire. If I can have some contact with the pope, it means that the Spirit Hall will stand on the side of the empire, and it will be easier to resist the Xingluo Empire."

Han Yu just glanced at him sideways, and the eager look in her eyes made Xue Qinghe frightened.

This kid is really not kidding.

"Moreover, this is also something to be proud of for the residents of our Tiandou Empire."

Noticing Xue Qinghe's little movements hidden under the table, Han Yu spoke again in a low voice, playing with the empty cup in her hand, but Xue Ke took it away and poured a new cup of steaming hot tea.

"Your Highness, what do you think?"

Finally, Han Yu took a sip of tea and smiled at Xue Qinghe.

"You, you really dare to think so."

If Xue Qinghe hadn't known that his identity could not be exposed, he would never have been so calm. He just treated Han Yu's words as nonsense, smiled bitterly and sighed.

“You already have so many women, why do you have to focus on the Pope?

Regardless of whether this is reasonable or not, the Pope's status is enough to prevent her from being emotional."

The Pope would not act on his emotions. This was the biggest joke Han Yu had ever heard on this continent. He could no longer hold back his laughter.

"Besides, as the Pope, how can she marry into the Tiandou Empire? Let's forget about it."

Although he didn't understand why Han Yu was laughing, Xue Qinghe just wanted to dispel Han Yu's thoughts. He didn't want a green grass to grow on his father's grave.

"Your Highness, you don't understand this. I have a rabbit, a scorpion, a pagoda, and a white goose, but I still lack a little spider. Each of them is my wing, and none of them can be missing."

Han Yu smiled as he played with Ye Lingling's hair, his eyes filled with confidence, as if he had already regarded Bibi Dong as his own.

"You... you are really... ah."

Xue Qinghe was choked and couldn't speak for a long time. He looked at Han Yu with a complicated expression and finally sighed.

"Your Highness, don't you want His Highness the Pope, who has been in a high position for many years, to bow respectfully to you?"

Han Yu stood up and slowly walked behind Xue Qinghe, looking at his long white neck. When he got closer, he could smell a scent that did not belong to a man. The scent was very faint. If Han Yu's five senses had not been strengthened long ago, he would not have been able to smell it at all, let alone other people.

As Han Yu's body approached, Xue Qinghe's dignified posture froze, and he felt a warm current on his neck. It was the breath of Han Yu's voice. A pleasant and unique smell belonging to Han Yu was inhaled into his nose, and he felt a little at a loss.

Even though he had been playing a man for many years, he had never been so close to a man, let alone someone would behave so outrageously towards him.

“Han Hanyu, respect yourself.”

Xue Qinghe quickly stood up and walked aside, looking at Han Yu with a vigilant expression, his fists clenched tightly behind his back, and he was already at a loss for words.

I have never encountered such a thing before. Could it be that Han Yu is...
As if shocked by his own guess, Xue Qinghe took several deep breaths and said to Han Yu with a serious expression.

“I don’t discriminate, but I don’t recommend it either.”

(End of this chapter)