Douluo Dalu: I am Qian Renxue’s daughter

Qian Monan was still unwilling to give up and wanted to continue to investigate the situation. She said it a thousand times and ten thousand times, but she still didn't want to give up.

Seeing Qian Monan gripping her wrist so tightly, looking as if he wanted to slice her into pieces, Feng Mo's version of "Qian Motang" turned pale with fright and tried to break free from his restraints to get away from this guy who kept pestering her.

The more she struggled, the tighter Qian Monan gripped. She was determined to confirm one thing with absolute certainty.

The Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul is in grave danger and is about to cease to exist!

After a long while, Qian Monan let go, releasing the person who was struggling. Her dark eyes stared at Feng Mo's version of "Qian Motang." She truly had no chance anymore.

"How about it?!"

Feng Xiao helped up Feng Mo, who was frightened and stumbled back several steps, and asked her with concern.

She tilted her head slightly, glaring fiercely at Qian Monan. Was it really necessary to grip him so tightly?!

At a glance, one can see that on Feng Mo's version of "Qian Motang's" wrist, there are suddenly blue scratch marks on her flawless white skin, with a faint trace of blood.

It was clear how hard Qian Monan was gripping; clear finger marks appeared on the inside of her wrist, looking like she was about to pinch blood. Feng Xiao gasped.

Facing Feng Xiao's angry glare, Qian Monan ignored it and answered Qian Moling's question.

Qian Monan gently shook her head and sighed softly.

"It's ruined."

"confirm?"

"It's true."

"hundred percent?"

"Yes, at least several hundred times."

After receiving Qian Monan's absolutely certain reply, Qian Moling was overjoyed.

Her expression was unusually excited. No matter how well Qian Moling hid it, Qian Monan and the other three had followed her for so long, they were certainly not fools or idiots.

With his opponent crippled, Qian Moling essentially lost a powerful rival.

Then she can focus all her attention on another formidable opponent.

Qian Moling's radiant, happy face was obvious to everyone, not only Qian Monan and the other three, but even Feng Xiao and Feng Mo's version of "Qian Motang" understood why she was so excited.

Seeing Qian Moling becoming increasingly smug, Qian Mobei sighed inwardly and offered a friendly reminder.

"Sister Ling, be mindful of the occasion."

To be so gleeful in front of a formidable rival, building your happiness on the suffering of others—do you want to get beaten up?!

I didn't realize I was hiding it from people.

Qian Monan, who was standing to the side, tugged at the corner of her clothes and gestured to the other person to look around and not go too far.

This isn't Wuhun City anymore, our own territory, where we can say whatever we want and laugh however we want.

"Mind your image, Sister Ling. Don't ruin your refined, elegant, and ladylike image at this moment, or you'll destroy your current reputation," Qian Monan gently reminded Qian Moling.

If she ruins her reputation and tarnishes her image, it's hard to say whether the four of them will continue to follow her.

She might have a hard time explaining herself to Wan'er, the High Priestess of the Angels, and the Angel Clan Chief.

Once their reputation is damaged, it's likely that not only Qian Monan herself, but also the other two, will decide to give up decisively, and even sever their kinship and friendship with Qian Moling.

The four of them didn't want to be unfairly blamed for something that wasn't theirs.

Even if Qian Moling was unwilling, seeing the enemy's extremely envious attitude, he had no choice but to put down his noble head and figure and try to please others. Not only him, but others as well.

Whether it's genuine flattery or feigned disgust remains to be seen.

So relying on intuition alone, with such a vague answer, will immediately break a person's defenses.

Qian Monan, along with Qian Mobei and the other two, tried their best to persuade them.

"You..." Qian Moling was furious at this moment, wishing she could stab the four of them with voodoo dolls.

"I need to remind you, we're almost over time," Qian Mobei reminded Qian Moling once again.

Before he could finish speaking, Qian Modong added, "The High Priest of Angels hates people who go overtime the most."

Immediately afterwards, Qian Moqian added, "Especially for people who have no concept of time."

"Therefore, we have to hurry back and stop nagging!" Qian Monan felt like she was about to collapse, and her voice rose uncontrollably, becoming a hoarse roar.

Qian Moling felt uneasy under the endless resentful gazes of Qian Monan and the other three, and involuntarily took a few steps back.

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you looking at? I did time it perfectly, it's not time yet." Qian Moling cheered herself up in her heart, comforted herself, and filled herself with confidence, becoming self-assured.

"Please!"

Who do you think will believe your story?

Qian Monan pursed her lips helplessly, her eyes filled with anxiety. She really hoped that the other party would stop hesitating and act decisively when the time came.

Qian Moqian was almost in tears, afraid that the High Priestess Lou Wan'er would find out about what they had done today, especially what was about Qian Moling.

If discovered, not only will Qian Moling be punished, but the four of them will also suffer along with her.

But the guy in front of her didn't seem to care at all. This arrogant attitude made Qian Monan so angry that she wanted to clench her fists and beat him up.

"Hey, no, no, no..." Seeing Qian Monan trembling with anger, Qian Moqian was so frightened that she quickly hugged him around the waist.

Qian Mobei sighed. It was only because Qian Moling hadn't been beaten to death that the four of them had such good tempers. No matter how angry they were, they could only suffer in silence.

Who told them to be the leader of the group of five?

Qian Modong felt dizzy and lightheaded, and said with difficulty, "Sister Ling, let's stop here."

If they continue to make a scene, the guests might be kicked out by the host.

At that time, not to mention being honored as a high priest of the angels, if the clan leader finds out that the five of them have disgraced the angel clan, they will definitely be severely punished.

He caught a glimpse of Feng Xiao, who was burning with rage, and his master, who had rushed over to investigate the situation.

"What happened?" Dugu Jiao frowned and stared at Qian Moling and the other four, coldly questioning them.

Helian Jue was not to be outdone; his eyes were filled with murderous intent as he coldly swept his gaze over the five of them.

Tang Mo, who managed to squeeze in time amidst his busy schedule, took a closer look and realized it was Qian Mo Ling and the other four. After a moment's thought, he understood what was going on.

He then saw Feng Xiao tightly hugging Feng Mo's version of "Qian Motang" by the shoulder, protecting her to his side, and noticed the shocking bruises on her wrists. He then understood everything.

"You're here to gather information, aren't you?" Tang Mo said coldly, his tone certain.

He strode over to Feng Xiao and the other person, raised his wrist with bruises and handprints, and examined it carefully to see just how much force had been used to cause this condition.

“That’s right, you’ve discovered it. Indeed.” Qian Moling was not afraid of Feng Mo’s version of “Qian Motang’s” lover at all, and nodded arrogantly.