ifies by a third-level deity.
In the divine world, gods of this level cannot be compared with the first-level gods, angels and gods.
But the problem is...the timing is wrong and the identity is wrong!
A Poseidon inheritor has taken the lead, and now a Nine-Colored Goddess appears?
This...where will Xue'er's position be ranked?
Qian Daoliu's old face turned the color of pig liver, his lips were trembling, and he couldn't say a word.
He felt that his worldview had been shattered to pieces by this young man in just one stick of incense tonight.
Looking at his appearance, Ning Liu seemed to feel that his words were a bit too dense, so he kindly explained.
"Don't get me wrong, Great Offering, the rank of the Nine-Colored Goddess is indeed far inferior to that of the God of Angels."
Qiandaoliu's spirits perked up slightly when he heard this, and a glimmer of hope ignited in his eyes.
Yes, how can a third-level god compete with a first-level god?
However, Ning Liu's next words completely crushed his hope.
"However, the inheritor's name is Ning Rongrong."
Ning Liu's tone was very calm, as if he was talking about an ordinary family matter,
"My surname is Ning, I am from the Qibao Glazed Sect, and she is my cousin. I can't treat her badly, don't you think so?"
The words were spoken in a calm manner, but every word was heart-breaking.
Qian Daoliu was completely stunned.
He looked at Ning Liu blankly, his brain unable to process the logical relationship.
Isn’t the rank of the god... the most important thing?
Why is it that when it comes to him, it is not as important as a surname and a relationship?
What is the truth? What kind of rule is this!
Qian Renxue behind him trembled again.
If she had been shocked and disappointed when she heard about Poseidon's successor before, she felt like she had met a comparable opponent.
At this moment, after hearing the name Ning Rongrong and Ning Liu's explanation, what filled her heart was an unprecedented sense of absurdity and...humiliation.
Ning Rongrong?
That little princess from the Qibao Glazed Sect?
Suppose the position of the head wife has already been occupied by a successor of a god of the same level, and now, even the second position will be taken away by a third-level god relying on nepotism?
What about yourself?
Should the heir to the dignified Angel God and the future ruler of the continent have to be ranked third, or even further behind?
Her sacred and noble face alternated between red and white, and her long eyelashes trembled violently.
“No!”
Qian Daoliu slammed the table and made a loud noise. He just couldn't bear it anymore.
His eyes were red and he stared at Ning Liu, as if he was trying his best.
"Sect Master Ning! Xue'er is the god of angels! A first-level god! Even if...even if she can't be a wife, she can never be ranked behind a third-level god!"
He no longer cares about his grace, and now he is completely an old man who is working hard for his granddaughter's future.
Ning Liu was dumbfounded by his excitement.
He put down the tea cup, leaned back on the chair, spread his hands, and showed a look of helplessness on his face.
"Dachang, please calm down first."
"I can't calm down!"
"You seem to have made a mistake."
Ning Liu's voice was not loud, but it clearly overcame Qian Daoliu's roar, "From the beginning to the end, it was you who was talking, and I haven't agreed yet."
One sentence, like a bucket of ice water, instantly extinguished all Qian Daoliu's excitement and anger.
He froze in place, with his mouth open, like a fish out of water.
Yes.
Him, I am fighting over what is the first wife, what is the second and third place... I don’t even nod.
All of this is just wishful thinking.
A huge feeling of powerlessness surged into his heart. Qiandao Liu seemed to have been drained of all his strength, and his expression was a little dazed.
The room fell into dead silence again.
Ning Liu looked at the lost Qian Daoliu and felt a little emotional in his heart.
He actually did not expect that the great priest of the Wuhun Palace, a legendary douluo who was ruthless and had a heart for the gods, would be so rude over the issue of his granddaughter's "status".
Compared with the original work, he personally cut off Qian Renxue's emotions for the so-called inheritance of angels and gods, forcing her to walk on the lonely path of God.
Although his methods are equally extreme now, his protective feelings are so real that no one can dislike them.
In the final analysis, he is just a grandfather who loves his granddaughter to the core.
Thinking of this, Ning Liu's heart softened a bit.
He didn't want to push the old man too hard.
"Great offering, actually your suggestion is not impossible."
Ning Liu slowly spoke, breaking the silence.
Qian Daoliu raised his head suddenly, his turbid eyes burst into astonishing light, staring at Ning Liu, for fear that he had heard a word wrong.
Ning Liu met his gaze and did not avoid it, but turned to Qian Renxue behind him.
"However, I don't want to force this matter."
His eyes fell on the beautiful woman who had been silent,
"Marriage is not a transaction. I respect her, so I want to hear her own thoughts."
As soon as these words came out, Qian Daoliu was stunned.
Qian Renxue also raised her head suddenly, and for the first time, pure shock appeared in her beautiful golden eyes.
He...is asking me what I mean?
Since childhood, her life has been clearly arranged.
Him was born to inherit the bloodline of angels, and grew up to implement Wuhun Palace's plan, pretending to be lurking, and making every step of the way.
No one asked her if she wanted it or if she was willing.
Her will and her emotions are too small to be worth mentioning in the face of the grand plan.
But now, this man who has disrupted the entire continent and left her and her grandfather helpless, the future God King, said...
Want to hear what she means?
A strange feeling that she had never experienced before quietly grew in Qian Renxue's heart.
Qian Daoliu is also a mature man, and he understood Ning Liu’s intention almost instantly.
He said nothing more to Ning Liu, but immediately sent an urgent thought into Qian Renxue's mind.
"Xue'er! Opportunity! This is a huge opportunity!"
Qian Renxue's delicate body was shaken but she did not respond.
"You are confused!"
Qian Daoliu's voice sounded like he hated iron but could not turn it into steel.
"Don't you understand yet? He is giving you a step down, giving you respect! God King! What an honor it is for a future God King to take your feelings into consideration?"
"He is not forcing you, but giving you the power to choose! If you refuse, he may really not mention it again."
h "But have you thought about the consequences? We, the angels, will completely lose the possibility of forming an alliance with him! What will you do to face him in the God Realm in the future? Why protect the glory of the angel clan? "
"This is no longer your business, Xue'er! This is the future of our entire angel clan!"
Qian Daoliu's voice was like a heavy hammer, hitting Qian Renxue's heart one by one.
She slowly closed her eyes.
Yes, the power of choice...
Behind these seemingly beautiful words, there is a more cruel reality.
Does she have a choice?
If you refuse, will you become an enemy of the future God-King and push the entire angel lineage into the abyss?
Agree is to bind your life to a man you just met.
Her life seems to always be a multiple-choice question, and the answer has already been written.
It's just that this time, the person writing the book was herself.
long time.
Qian Renxue opened her eyes.
In those golden pupils, all the shame, anger, unwillingness, and confusion slowly settled down and turned into calm.
She took a step forward, walked out of her grandfather's shelter, and faced the man sitting on the main seat alone.
Her voice was as cold as moonlight.
「I, promise.」