Bibi Dong's chest rose and fell violently, the air pressure around her dropping to sub-zero.
Her blood pressure was skyrocketing, her calm collapsing—she was about three seconds away from exploding on the spot.
But right then—
A soft, warm hand gently covered her own.
"Mom, don't be angry."
Qian Renxue's voice was gentle, carrying a trace of hidden worry. She leaned against Bibi Dong, rubbing her arm lightly.
"It's not worth getting mad over an old man."
She shot a glance at her grandfather, her eyes full of helplessness, then turned back to Bibi Dong with a sweet, soothing smile.
"I'll scold Grandpa later."
These airy, casual words—
were like a cool stream poured over a raging volcano.
All of Bibi Dong's fury vanished instantly.
She turned her head.
Her daughter's serious little face—full of "don't worry, I've got your back"—pierced straight through the softest part of her heart.
My daughter is the best.
Little Xue loves me the most.
But to Qian Daoliu… those same words were like a heavenly thunderbolt.
He froze.
He looked at his Granddaughter, then at the woman beside her who had "stolen" his granddaughter's heart.
Pain—intense, suffocating pain—radiated through his chest.
Clutching at his heart, he raised a trembling finger and pointed at Qian Renxue, his voice full of betrayal.
"Little Xue?!"
"How could you… forget your Grandpa the moment you have a mother?!"
"Grandpa raised you with such difficulty, you—!!"
Normally, hearing his mournful voice, Qian Renxue would have softened instantly and gone to coax him.
But today?
She merely turned her head and glanced at him—
indifferent.
Three parts helplessness.
Three parts disdain.
Four parts "why are you like this?"
Compared to the mother she waited twenty years for…
Qian Daoliu?
Let that old geezer go cool off somewhere.
Not only did she not comfort him, she even rolled her eyes—
a big, dramatic eye-roll—
then she turned and intimately wrapped her arms around Bibi Dong's.
"Mom, I'm not going back to the Hall of Worship these days."
"I want to stay with you in the Supreme Pontiff Palace. I want to sleep with Mom."
As she spoke, she shook Bibi Dong's arm softly, her voice growing sweet, coquettish, and sugary.
"Okay, Mom~?"
BOOM—
To Bibi Dong, that sweet little "Mom" was basically a divine-level ultimate skill.
Her heart melted on the spot.
There was no universe where she could say no.
"Good! Of course it's good!"
She agreed without hesitation, a gentle, pampering smile blooming on her face.
"Mom's room is very big. You can stay as long as you like."
And just as this strange little "family of three" was reenacting a warm scene…
Meanwhile—
On the arena floor, the repair of the cracked body finally reached its final stage.
After nearly blowing the vessel apart, the two goddesses reached a temporary ceasefire.
"Hah— that scared me to death."
Angel Dong patted her chest, still trembling.
"I thought I'd be gone again right after reviving."
"It's all your fault!"
Rakshasa Dong instantly snapped back.
"Trying to take this body all for yourself—keep dreaming!"
Angel Dong's temper flared.
"Then why didn't you stop resisting?! If you had, the body would've been mine already!"
"And why are you— a perfectly alive true god—stealing a body from me, when I only have a divine soul left? You don't need one!"
Rakshasa Dong fell silent.
The arrogance in her expression wavered.
Angel Dong could sense it—a faint trace of sadness buried deep within the other's divine soul.
Angel God was puzzled.
"What's wrong with you? Why aren't you talking?"
"Did I hit a nerve? Feeling guilty?"
That one question hit exactly the wrong place.
The sadness evaporated—
and towering rage exploded in its place.
"Guilty?! Toward YOU?! You pretentious hypocrite?!"
Rakshasa Dong roared.
"What a joke!"
"Who are you calling pretentious and hypocritical, you nostril-picking lunatic?!"
A new fight was about to erupt, but Rakshasa God suddenly stopped arguing.
She finally had time to look around.
A restaurant?
Her gaze swept over the neatly arranged tables and chairs…
And the mortals who were watching her with "monkey-show" expressions.
Her divine dignity snapped.
She snorted coldly, stepped forward, and sat down at the nearest empty table—
Bang!
She slapped the table like a wealthy mortal noblewoman, sitting with legs crossed and chin lifted arrogantly.
"Where is the owner of this place?!"
She commanded, her voice filled with divine majesty.
"Prepare food and wine for this God!"
The audience: Girl… you're either bold or brain-damaged.
Before anyone could respond—
SLAP!!!
A crisp, explosive sound echoed across the hall.
Because she never imagined anyone would dare strike her—
Rakshasa Dong didn't defend at all.
The slap landed full-force across her right cheek.
Her head was knocked sideways, buzzing.
She froze for two full seconds.
Only when the burning pain spread across her cheek did her mind catch up.
I… was hit?
I, Rakshasa God… was publicly slapped?!
A volcanic eruption of fury surged through her.
"WHO! WHO DID IT!!!"
Her purplish-black eyes burned with lethal killing intent.
Her gaze locked sharply onto the counter.
There, a woman in a blue dress—gentle, soft, and beautiful—was calmly retracting a shimmering blue vine.
The vine's tip trembled lightly.
As if savoring the slap.
Ah Yin had struck.
"You—!!"
Rakshasa Dong hadn't even spat out her fury when—
Ah Yin planted her hands on her hips.
Her originally gentle, serene face was puffed up like an angry pufferfish.
With righteous fury, she scolded Rakshasa Dong:
"How can you be so rude to the master?!"
The entire hall: "???"
Everyone stared at Rakshasa Dong's flaming-red cheek.
Then at Ah Yin, who had delivered the slap…
And dared to lecture someone else about manners.
The same thought filled everyone's mind:
Sister… we know you're defending Senior…
but after slapping a god across the face without a word—
where do YOU get the nerve to call others 'disrespectful'?!
( In the original Douluo Dalu, the Rakshasa God had indeed long ceased to exist, just like the Angel God.
Their divine thrones remain, but their original divine souls are gone.)
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