26. God Of Slaughter

"You're welcome, Grandpa Ghost."

Qian Renjue's face was filled with a warm smile as he gently responded to Ghost Douluo.

The sound of the system to him was nothing more than an unexpected delight.

He turned around and returned to Qian Renxue's side.

Qian Renjue was about to lift the bowl in his hand, ready to enjoy a hearty meal.

But then he noticed Qian Xunji still sitting idly beside him.

The extra bowl in his hand should have been Qian Xunji's.

Earlier, Qian Renxue naturally noticed the colorful expressions on Qian Xunji's face.

She hesitated while holding the hot porridge.

But before she could react, Qian Renjue had already approached him first.

He asked with concern, "Dad, are you hungry? Do you want to eat with me? I can feed you."

Qian Xunji, naturally, nodded repeatedly.

"Hungry, hungry!"

This childlike response made Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo dare not lift their heads.

They were afraid of being targeted by Qian Xunji.

Seeing Qian Xunji's mouth waiting for his son to feed him, Qian Renxue couldn't help but feel embarrassed for him.

She knew that Qian Xunji was no longer the father she remembered.

This kind of father...

Is indeed one that makes people want to cherish him.

Among those present, Qian Renjue was the only one enjoying it as much as Qian Xunji.

Instead, he gently patted Qian Xunji's head and told him to eat slowly.

"Dad, eat slower; I haven't eaten much yet!"

"Pfft!"

Qian Renxue couldn't hold back her laughter any longer.

Her bright purple eyes were filled with a smile and happiness.

She stepped forward and came to Qian Renjue's side.

Softly, she said, "Jue, sister is already full, so let me feed Dad instead."

"Sister..."

"Alright, alright!"

Before Qian Renjue could finish speaking, Qian Xunji excitedly nodded his head.

He muttered, "Xiao Jue, go feed yourself first."

"Okay, I understand."

Qian Renjue nodded slightly and made way.

He went to the campfire, refilled his bowl, and grabbed a skewer of grilled meat.

Qian Xunji was in high spirits.

He instructed Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo, "Chrysanthemum, Ghost, if you need food, help yourselves. The two children can't eat that much."

"Understood!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo responded in unison.

But they kept their heads down, not daring to look around or take Qian Xunji's words seriously.

The two children couldn't eat that much...

But what about you?!

Being fed by his children one after another, Qian Xunji felt that they weren't feeding him food.

Instead, they were giving him spoonfuls of something called 'happiness.'

Even though he was already full to the brim.

Qian Xunji still didn't want to stop.

After all, this kind of thing is something you enjoy less and less with each experience.

"Dad, are you really not full?"

Qian Renxue frowned as she looked at Qian Xunji's bulging belly.

"Ahem... just a little more."

Qian Xunji coughed twice, supporting himself on the ground, struggling to straighten his back.

"But Dad... there's nothing left!"

Qian Renjue's muffled voice rang out.

Qian Renxue curiously turned her head to look.

Qian Renjue was holding the small pot, tilting it back, sticking out his tongue.

He was pouring the remnants from the pot into his mouth.

This ridiculous, cute display left Qian Renxue both amused and exasperated.

"Jue, doesn't it burn your hands?!"

"No, Sister, the pot's already cooled down."

Qian Renjue tilted his head, licking his lips, smacking his mouth.

He glanced over at Qian Xunji.

"If Dad is still hungry, let's grill some more meat."

"..."

Qian Renxue turned back to look at Qian Xunji, her gaze suspicious and strange.

"Uh..."

Qian Xunji chuckled lightly, trying to appear normal.

He gently shook his head:

"Forget about grilling more meat; it's already late anyway. Eating until you're ninety percent full is enough."

Hearing Qian Xunji's voice.

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo both twitched the corners of their mouths.

Ninety percent full?!

Just looking at your belly, anyone who didn't know might think you're pregnant.

Is this still our Pope?

It's too brutal!

"Dad, are you really okay?"

Qian Renxue showed a concerned expression.

She couldn't help but gently poke his swollen belly.

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

Qian Xunji sat cross-legged, straightened up, and blushed as Qian Renxue watched him.

He spoke up to send her away.

"Xiao Xue, you'd better take Xiao Jue for a quick wash and rest; it's getting late."

"Alright then."

Qian Renxue shook her head helplessly, got up, and called out to Qian Renjue.

"Jue, come here... let's go back to the carriage with Sister."

"Coming!"

Qian Renjue quickly put down the pot and grabbed Qian Renxue's small hand.

He glanced back and noticed Qian Xunji's strange behavior.

"Sister, what's wrong with Dad... his shoulders are shaking."

Qian Renxue looked back and smiled:

"Maybe he ate too fast and got too full, so he's hiccuping."

"But Dad said he was only ninety percent full."

As Qian Renjue's puzzled voice echoed, Qian Renxue pulled him onto the carriage.

After watching the two little ones disappear from sight.

Only then did Qian Xunji stop suppressing himself, his shoulders shaking, hiccupping continuously.

"Hic! Hic!..."

Chrysanthemum Douluo couldn't help but softly ask, "Your Majesty, are you alright?"

"What hic! Could be wrong hic!"

Qian Xunji lay on the grass, holding his belly, hiccupping, smiling.

Even if something was wrong, it would be a happy thing.

Feeling like a child again is actually pretty nice.

Qian Xunji gazed at the stars above, squinting his eyes, quietly waiting to digest.

Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo exchanged glances, guarding nearby.

After half an hour passed.

Qian Xunji finally stood up and instructed:

"Chrysanthemum, Ghost, tomorrow I'll trouble you two to go meet Dong'er."

"Understood!"

After getting their response, Qian Xunji headed towards the carriage.

Seeing his somewhat awkward movements as he got on.

Chrysanthemum Douluo really wanted to go up and lend a hand.

After Qian Xunji crawled into the carriage.

Chrysanthemum Douluo couldn't help but softly say:

"Old Ghost, don't you think His Holiness has become somewhat unreasonable?"

Ghost Douluo was still holding the bowl Qian Renjue had given him.

He glanced at Chrysanthemum Douluo.

He spoke meaningfully:

"His Holiness has his reasons for changing, Chrysanthemum, you'll understand in time."

After speaking.

He discreetly put away the bowl.

Chrysanthemum Douluo looked perplexed, couldn't help but reach out and feel Ghost Douluo's forehead.

"You crazy ghost... are you alright?"

Ghost Douluo smiled:

"I'm doing just fine, better than ever before."

"You're sick, definitely sick!"

Seeing the smile on Ghost Douluo's face, Chrysanthemum Douluo became even more convinced that he was sick.

At night.

Qian Xunji, feeling too full to sleep.

Just quietly watched the two little children as they slept...

...

The next day.

Near the Slaughter City, in a patch of Blue Silver Grass.

A graceful figure stood.

Her long wine-red dress exuded a sense of menace.

But at this moment...

Her murderous gaze was tinged with gentleness.

She quietly looked at the now-empty silk pouch in her hand.

Swish!

The wind stirred, her dress and hair fluttering.

Two figures suddenly appeared on either side of her.

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo slightly bowed.

"Congratulations, Your Highness, on passing the Hell Road and becoming a God Of Slaughter!"

"We were sent by the Pope to meet you."