Poof——
Ning Liu almost couldn’t help but spit out the sip of tea he just brought to his mouth.
He coughed twice and finally swallowed the tea, with a look of disbelief on his face.
Marriage?
He raised his eyes and looked at Qian Daoliu, wondering if he had heard wrongly.
One moment this old man was acting like I would fight you if you touch my granddaughter’s faith, but the next second his style changed and he started directly promoting his granddaughter on the spot?
This brain circuit changes so quickly that it can be compared to the soul skill of teleportation.
The atmosphere in the room instantly changed from solemn to weird.
Qian Renxue behind Qian Daoliu, her holy and noble pretty face suddenly turned red as if it was about to bleed.
She raised her head suddenly, her beautiful golden eyes full of shame, anger and astonishment, staring at her grandfather's back.
She never dreamed that one day she would be sold by her grandfather to the enemy who had just humiliated the entire Wuhun Hall.
Just when she almost couldn't help but yell, an old and urgent voice sounded directly in her mind.
Xue'er, hold on! For the greater good!
is the sound transmission of Qiandaoliu.
Grandpa!
Qian Renxue shouted angrily in her heart, her voice trembling.
Confused!
Qian Daoliu's voice was undeniably harsh.
Have you not seen the situation clearly yet?
He is the person chosen by God Shura!
It is the future God-King!
We, the angels, have no qualifications to compete in front of him!
Be an enemy of him?
If he has the intention to target you...
Grandpa can't handle it!
Marriage is our only way out! It is also the only chance to preserve the inheritance of the Angel God and allow you to successfully become a god!
Qian Daoliu's words were like a basin of ice water, Doutou dousing all Qian Renxue's shame, anger and anger.
Yes, God King...
Those two words were as heavy as Mount Tai, weighing her down.
She suddenly remembered her life.
Since her birth, she has been the hope of the Angel God’s inheritance and the core of Wuhun Palace’s thousand-year plan.
For this plan, she was sent to the Tiandou Palace, disguised as a man she hated, and spent her lonely days in conspiracy and calculation.
Her life has never been her own.
In the past, it was for the ambition of Wuhun Palace, but now, it is for the survival of the angel lineage.
She seems to always be just a bargaining chip used to exchange benefits.
A deep sense of sadness and powerlessness came to my heart.
Qian Renxue slowly lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes covering all the emotions in her eyes, but her slightly trembling fingertips revealed her inner unrest.
Seeing that his granddaughter had calmed down, Qian Daoliu felt relieved and once again cast his eager eyes on Ning Liu.
He automatically ignored Ning Liu's gaffe just now, and the smile on his face became more sincere, like a kind elder who sincerely cares about his granddaughter's future.
"Sect Leader Ning, I know that people like you are bound to be surrounded by stunning women."
"But Xue'er is different!
He puffed up his chest and his tone was full of pride.
"She is the future God of Angels!"
"Your union will be a legend in the God Realm, a powerful alliance!"
Thian Daoliu became more and more enthusiastic as he spoke, as if he had seen the scene of the two of them standing side by side on the top of the God Realm.
He paused and threw out what he thought was the most critical bargaining chip.
"Furthermore, even if Sect Master Ning already has a wife, as Xue'er's future status as a first-class god, she can still fulfill her position as a head wife, right?"
In his opinion, this is already the biggest concession and the greatest sincerity.
What kind of honor is it for a future first-level god to be the official wife?
Ning Liu finally recovered from the absurd feeling.
He looked at Qian Daoliu, who looked like you have taken advantage of him, and then glanced at Qian Renxue, who had his head lowered and exuded the aura of "Don't look at me" all over his body, and suddenly felt a little funny.
"Big offering."
Ning Liu put down his teacup and spoke slowly,
"You're so calculating..."
He shook his head and leaned back with a relaxed posture.
"The God of Angels is indeed good!"
Qiandaoliu smiled even more when he heard this, thinking that Ningliu was moved.
However, Ning Liu's next words made the smile on his face freeze instantly.
"However, I'm afraid I won't be able to give her the position of head wife."
Ning Liu's tone was very calm, as if he was stating a fact, "Because I... already have a successor to the Sea God here."
"What?!"
Qian Daoliu's voice suddenly rose.
He stood up from the chair in a hurry, with such a big movement that he almost tipped the chair over.
"Poseidon?! The inheritor of Poseidon who is the same first-level god as the Angel God?!"
His brain was buzzing and went blank.
A successor to the Shura God King, accompanied by a successor to the Poseidon?
What kind of combination is this?
His original plan was to let Qian Renxue firmly take the position of head wife by virtue of her status as a first-level god, and completely bind the angel lineage to Ning Liu, the future god-king.
But now, a Poseidon of the same level appears halfway, how can we argue?
Qian Daoliu's heart instantly sank to the bottom of the valley.
At this moment, he realized that his understanding of Ning Liu was still only the tip of the iceberg.
The trump card held by the opponent is far more terrifying than he imagined.
Ning Liu looked at Qian Daoliu who was hit hard and looked on the verge of collapse, but his heart was completely unmoved.
He picked up the tea cup and took another sip, as if he wanted to give the other party some time to digest.
Qian Renxue also raised her head suddenly, her golden pupils filled with shock.
The successor of Poseidon?
As the inheritor of the gods, she naturally knows about the existence of the Poseidon.
That is also a first-level god who stands at the top of the divine world. In terms of status, he is on par with the angel gods.
It turns out that there is already such a person around him...
An indescribable emotion spread in her heart.
Is it loss? Or something else?
Ning Liu put down his tea cup when he saw that the heat was almost done, looked at Qian Daoliu with an extremely serious look, and nodded.
"Yes, the inheritor of Poseidon, Xiao Wu."
Qiandaoliu's lips were trembling, and he was about to say something, such as some redeeming words, such as even if he is an ordinary wife.
Hence, Ning Liu seemed to suddenly remember something, slapped his forehead, and added in a slightly apologetic tone:
"Oh, by the way."
"There is also a nine-color goddess."