Douluo Dalu: I am Qian Renxue’s daughter

Qian Moling felt like she was about to explode. She had nowhere to vent her nameless anger, so she had to shamelessly use information that everyone already knew to try and make fun of the two of them in order to achieve her goal.

Seeing that they could quickly leave Qian Moling and the other three, Feng Xiao and Feng Moli naturally did not want to be outdone and wanted to speed up their pace.

Unfortunately, Qian Moling had sharp eyes and immediately understood their intentions, so she immediately spoke up to question them.

"Uh..." Feng Xiao silently complained in his heart. His eyesight was too good. Even though they were both so fast, he still couldn't keep up with the other person's exit speed.

Feng Mo's version of "Qian Motang" instantly darkened her face and said coldly, "What do you mean by stopping us? If you don't say it, I will. Are you scared?"

"What?! Me, him, or you, what have I ever been afraid of!" Qian Moling retorted.

"Tsk tsk tsk, no matter how much you try to justify yourself, deep down you still have a sense of fear, don't you?" Feng Xiao sneered, feeling that Qian Moling was just pretending to be calm.

If they weren't afraid, why would they search for them at the banquet? Wasn't it to emphasize some unspeakable secrets to achieve their own goals?

However, the other party's goal may be thwarted, because the current version of "Qian Motang" in Feng Mo is not the real person.

"You!" Qian Moling was a little embarrassed and angry. It looked like the anger in her heart was about to burst out, but Qian Mobei, who had sharp eyes, saw it and acted quickly to stop her impulsive behavior.

"Qian Mobei, are you trying to stop me?!" Shocked and wide-eyed, Qian Moling stared at Qian Mobei in disbelief, her eyes filled with doubt, questions, and accusations.

Qian Mobei looked at Qian Moling, who was on the verge of anger, and felt exhausted.

Patting her forehead, Qian Mobei reluctantly steeled herself and coldly reminded him, "Sister Ling, don't forget the most important thing. It's not just us who need to know; they're probably already waiting over there. I don't want to be punished by the Grand Elder."

A blatant reminder.

If she could, Qian Mobei wouldn't want to remind Qian Moling in this way.

It was the other party's attitude that broke her defenses. If the stalemate continued, the High Priest would have some complaints about her being late.

This is neither Wuhun City nor the Angel Clan's stronghold; there's no way you can do whatever you want here.

Not only the High Priestess, but also the Angel Chieftain, a certain important figure, and their rival, Princess Xue Mei.

The thought of the other person made Qian Mobei feel a lot of pressure. She rubbed her temples and stared at the other person who had not yet grasped the true meaning.

A feeling of powerlessness came over me.

Wearing an expensive custom-made gown, the pristine white dress featured a pleated skirt, each pleat resembling a magnificent golden feather. The feathers were embellished with gold thread and filled with floral patterns, and decorated with round, full white pearls, making her exceptionally beautiful.

It's a pity that it had to be worn by Qian Moling; it was originally meant to accentuate a person's noble and elegant temperament.

But Qian Moling's sharp voice and distorted face completely ruined it, turning her into a shrew who ran into the street cursing, throwing a tantrum, acting like a scoundrel.

In response, Qian Mobei had to remind Qian Moling not to forget the purpose of her visit—it wasn't just to show off!

Upon hearing this, Qian Modong and the other two nodded repeatedly.

The purpose of meeting this person is to confirm one thing.

"Sister Ling, calm down a bit, we don't have much time." Qian Modong kept a close eye on the time, reminding Qian Moling that if they continued to waste time, the consequences would be quite serious.

"If something goes wrong, the five of us will share the consequences. Sister Ling, you don't want the end result to be that you turn against us, do you?" Qian Moqian reminded her with a serious expression, her eyes fixed on Qian Moling's pupils, trying to observe whether the other party was not afraid of trouble!

Unfortunately, upon hearing Qian Moxi's explanation, Qian Moling's pupils trembled slightly, and he stared at the four people in front of him in disbelief.

She was actually threatened by the four men demanding money!

"Qian Moqian, what do you mean? Do you want to rebel?" Qian Moling's face was gloomy. He suddenly clenched his fists at his sides, and the nails on his four fingers dug hard into his palms, leaving four crescent-shaped blood marks.

Qian Mobei immediately stood in front of Qian Moqian, blocking Qian Moling, fearing that the person opposite her, enraged, would raise her hand and give her a heavy slap.

"Sister Ling, Qianqian is right. Your current attitude has gradually disappointed the four of us. If this continues, what will happen to our families?" Qian Mobei was already fed up with how messy this job had become. She wondered when it would end.

Qian Moqian and the other two nodded helplessly. If they could, they would have made a quick getaway, unlike that long worm that could only wriggle and crawl!

"enough!"

"That's enough of you!"

"That's enough! Don't you feel ashamed to argue in a place like this?!" Sometimes, Feng Xiao really wanted to go crazy. If she could, she would really like to take off her expensive and complicated bridesmaid dress.

"What on earth are you arguing about?!" It was utterly inexplicable. Feng Xiao wished that the five people in front of her would get out of here right now!

Upon hearing Feng Xiao's furious roar, Qian Moling and the other four all turned to look at her.

Qian Mobei rubbed her temples, looking at Feng Xiao for three seconds before shifting her gaze to Feng Mo's version of "Qian Motang," her eyes narrowing.

"Since we've both chosen to get straight to the point, then let's not waste any more words," Qian Mobei said coldly, her gaze fixed on Feng Mo's version of "Qian Motang."

“The five of us came here to confirm something.” Qian Mobei quickly gave Qian Monan a wink.

With permission granted, Qian Monan swiftly grabbed Feng Mo's version of "Qian Motang's" right arm, and as the other tried to break free, she slid her hand down from the elbow to the wrist!

Forty grabbed Feng Mo's "Qian Mo Tang" wrist and quickly placed his fingers on the meridians of her wrist.

I carefully felt the flow of soul power within Feng Mo's version of "Qian Motang," and it rotated smoothly through a full cycle.

Unfortunately, Feng Mo's version of "Qian Motang's" physical condition told her in its entirety that the person in front of her seemed to be crippled.

"It's useless."

For about half an hour, Qian Monan examined Ming Fengmo's version of "Qian Motang" body a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times, and found that both her soul power and martial soul condition were on the verge of collapse.

In particular, she suddenly discovered that the six-winged angel martial soul in Qian Motang's body was being gradually devoured and completely absorbed by another martial soul that looked extremely evil.

That martial spirit wanted to monopolize the host's body, so that the soul master could only possess one of the best and only martial spirits, and none of the others.