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"Humph, Bibi Dong, I'm not here to discuss with you, but to inform you. This plan was discussed by several of us old brothers, you just need to execute it."
When the warm water came into contact with her skin, Bibi Dong couldn't help but let out a soft moan. After closing her eyes to adjust to the water temperature, she leaned back in the bathtub in the most comfortable position.
The moon tonight is very round and bright. There are almost no clouds in the sky, and the twinkling stars are twinkling around the moon.
The original four to one ratio directly became one to four, which meant that she lost the leadership of the main cities of the four provinces again.
This was clearly intended to suppress her and limit her power as Pope.
Coming to the soft sofa in the living room, Bibi Dong sank into it. On the wall in front of her hung a huge portrait.
Bibi Dong's eyes were always on the plan. Under the table, her hands were clenched so tightly that her knuckles turned white.
Wuhun City, the Pope's Palace.
Led by the Great Priest of the Douluo Hall of the Spirit Hall, they occupy two-thirds of the power, and Bibi Dong, as the Pope, has only barely acquired one-third of the power of the Spirit Hall after more than ten years of operation.
……
That day, Bibi Dong, who chose to commit suicide, did not die. She was rescued by the Rakshasa God.
Bibi Dong, who had emptied her mind, thought of her first time with Tang Yin. The two young and inexperienced people made the most important decision in their lives that day and gave themselves to each other.
The lines of the portrait are very realistic, and Bibi Dong spent a lot of time and effort to have someone draw it.
The content of the painting is very simple, it is a photo of a man and a woman on the top of a mountain.
It's the root of the tree
The most important point was that she was afraid. She was afraid that the news she would eventually get would be that Tang Yin was dead.
When you enter the bedroom, you can see a huge wooden clothes hanger as soon as you enter. On it is hanging a golden red dress with a layer of red transparent gauze on the outside.
"Tang Yin? How interesting..."
Just coming out of the bathroom, Bibi Dong's fair skin was slightly flushed, with a few water droplets on her delicate collarbone, and her long purple hair dried directly under the effect of soul power.
If it was just an ordinary promotion, Bibi Dong wouldn't say anything, but when Bibi Dong saw the new palace master candidate, she felt her blood pressure rise.
Bibi Dong had already read the contents of this plan. The group of old fellows in Douluo Palace actually replaced the masters of the Wuhun main halls in five important cities at one time.
The current cooperation between Qian Renxue and Tang Yin is not mixed with any emotion, but is purely based on interests.
This is the supreme power that many people desire, but Bibi Dong doesn't care at this moment.
Bibi Dong's house is located inside the Pope's Palace. From the balcony, one can almost overlook the entire Wuhun City, as if holding the entire world in one's hands.
"Are you kidding me? Miles (the bug from Gengxin City) received a poor performance evaluation last time and has a very bad lifestyle. And you promoted him to be the head of the Gengxin City Spirit Hall?"
imprinted on my lips
Memories of bitter kisses
"Bibi Dong, what do you think?"
She kind of hated the feeling of being alone, but today, she was very happy.
Rakshasa warned Bibi Dong not to think about suicide again, otherwise she would have plenty of ways to torture the people around Bibi Dong.
Now is not the time to break off relations with Douluo Palace. She does not have the strength to do so yet.
The lushness of spring and autumn
But memories are just memories after all. The Bibi Dong in reality had been soaking in the bath for a long time. She got up, washed her body, put on a purple silk lace pajamas and walked out of the bathroom.
Next to it, there was a pair of brand new men's slippers.
She leaned over the balcony railing, looking at the dark night sky.
Bibi Dong took off her shoes and placed them at the entrance, then changed into home slippers.
Wearing this outfit, Bibi Dong came to the balcony.
Moreover, the black cardinals of four of these cities were promoted by Bibi Dong. In order to save face, those old guys replaced one of their own bishops who was about to die.
After lying down for a while, Bibi Dong stood up and took off her clothes, exposing her flawless white body to the air.
Cixue heard the anger in his young master's tone and did not dare to continue persuading him. He could only bow and said hurriedly, "I dare not."
In that case, Bibi Dong will become a complete lunatic.
The only flaw was that there was a hideous scar on her chest.
After saying this, Lion Douluo turned around and left the meeting hall of the Pope's Palace.
Because she met someone who was just like her.
Qian Renxue is a person who will do anything to achieve her goals. She can give up everything, including herself, to achieve her goals.
Whenever Bibi Dong recalled that kind of happiness and sweetness, she would feel that she was not a Pope or a Titled Douluo, but an ordinary girl, a girl loved by a boy.
Cixue and She Long, who had been standing there without saying a word, left the room, and now she was the only one left in the room.
The dim light illuminates the dark room, and the soft light adds a touch of warmth.
In addition to Tang Yin, Bibi Dong also has other concerns, such as her disciple Hu Liena, and Qian Renxue.
……
Bibi Dong tried her best to control her tone, even though she was on the verge of exploding.
She walked into the bathroom naked. The bathtub was already filled with hot water, with some flower petals floating on it. The rising mist made Bibi Dong's vision a little blurry.
Coming to the clothes rack, Bibi Dong's fingers slid across the soft cloth, and the scene of her memories reappeared.
So, Bibi Dong had no choice but to live.
He is the fourth priest of the Spirit Hall, the Lion Douluo whose spirit power reaches level ninety-seven.
Moreover, the extreme inferiority and guilt in her heart made her lack the courage to look for Tang Yin.
"Stand back."
Qian Renxue interrupted Cixue and said in a somewhat dissatisfied tone: "Grandpa Cixue, Grandpa sent you to protect me, not to dictate my actions."
A strong person who has reached the level of Titled Douluo already has a pure body, but Bibi Dong still has to bathe every day.
Looking at the portrait in front of her, Bibi Dong's eyes became much gentler, and there was no trace of tiredness at all.
Dragging her exhausted body, Bibi Dong returned to her home.
On a whim, Bibi Dong took the clothes from the rack and put them on.
A melodious song came out from Bibi Dong's mouth:
Circles outlined as fingerprints
Bibi Dong is fed up with living in this tedious power struggle every day.
Cixue's tone was obviously anxious: "But the previous Pope died at the hands of that kid's father. Even if you don't kill him, how can you..."
His voice was very rough, even a little arrogant, and he was not polite at all to Pope Bibi Dong.
He was a blond old man, who looked short but very strong. He was wearing a golden armor with a golden lion engraved on the left chest of the armor.
On the desk in front of Bibi Dong, there was a "Plan for Personnel Promotions and Transfers in the Wuhun Main Hall".
Bibi Dong let her hair down, and her soft purple long hair fell behind her like a waterfall. After taking off the purple crystal pendant on her ear, Bibi Dong sank into the bathtub.
The boy was wearing a well-fitting black suit and the girl was wearing a pure white wedding dress. They held hands and looked at each other. Surrounding them was an endless sea of clouds and in the distance were clouds dyed red by the rising sun.
But it covers the dusk
I'm alone in the cold night
Waiting for morning
This was the wedding photo she and Tang Yin took in her memory. It was the same size and hung on the wall of the living room.
"Yes, ×2."
The Spirit Hall today looks like a whole, but in fact it is divided into three parts.
Bibi Dong was receiving an unexpected guest in the meeting hall.
Bibi Dong had also thought about mobilizing the power of the Spirit Hall to find Tang Yin's whereabouts, but she couldn't do it now. Her power was severely constrained and she couldn't do whatever she wanted.
It turns out that this song is not about memories, but reality.
A line of tears quietly slid down from the corner of Bibi Dong's eyes...
Chapter 93: Searching for the Trail (Part )
It was already dawn when Hu Liena woke up from her coma that night, which shows how severe Zhu Zhuyun's attack was the second time.
Touching her dizzy head, Hu Liena immediately checked her body.
Apart from the buttons he unbuttoned, he didn't notice any changes anywhere else.
She tried to open her legs, but did not feel the tearing pain the first time described in the book.
After tidying up her clothes, Hu Liena took the female Soul Sect member and left the back mountain of the Holy Soul Village.
They did not go to the main Wuhun Hall in Fasno Province, but settled in the nearby Wuhun Sub-Hall in Notting City.
When she heard the gunshot, Bibi Dong's heart suddenly stopped.
Otherwise, Tang Yin would not have gone that far for her.
What Bibi Dong didn't dare to face was the dead Tang Yin, but after learning that Tang Yin was still alive, how could she not feel happy.
"The man was about fourteen years old, very good-looking, with white hair."
That’s the Tang Yin she loves.
After everyone left, Bibi Dong immediately stood up and locked the door. She leaned against the door as if she had lost her strength, and then slowly slid to the ground.
Bibi Dong knew that Tang Yin loved her very much, even deeper than she loved him.
When emotions are in absolute control, even the most rational people will become impulsive, not to mention Bibi Dong who is obsessed with love.
"Nana, tell me all the information about Tang Hao's son, the man who saved you that night. The more detailed the better."
Hu Liena felt that her teacher had become a little strange, but she still left the study room with Ju Douluo. When leaving, Hu Liena looked back at her teacher, and saw her sitting there with her head down, not saying a word.
Moreover, I belittled his love as worthless at that time. How sad he must have been...