Douluo: At the beginning, Bibi Dong retrieved him to the Wuhun Palace!

Chapter 30 Chapter 30: Meng De: I have seen ~ His Majesty the Pope.

After half an hour~
A young and tall figure walked into the hall of worship. It was Meng De who had just finished his bath. Compared with the dusty appearance when he just returned from the Cangmang Mountains, he showed his changes over the years after washing away all the filthy dust.

The physical development of the soul master is earlier than that of ordinary people, and every time he absorbs and fuses the soul ring, it will bring different degrees of growth to the body according to the martial soul. Now Meng De is 1.7 meters tall, with a well-proportioned and perfect figure , especially the pair of long legs with golden ratio, in the previous life, the long-legged Ouba.

Clean and neat black hair that reaches the ears, delicate and handsome facial features that are slightly immature, a pair of evil and sultry eyes that reveal the soul-stirring coquettishness, green pupils flashing with traces of murderous intent that cannot be concealed, fierce and cold, red lips and white teeth, The skin is bullying Saixue, and there are faintly visible glows of different colors circulating in the flesh and blood. She is dressed in a black dress, and there is a white jade wine gourd the size of a palm pinned to her waist.

"Master, I'm here."

Meng De swaggered into the hall of worship, Qian Daoliu heard his voice, turned his head and looked at him helplessly, this child is good in everything, except that the awe of angel gods is not pure enough, but he It happened to be the future guardian appointed by the Angel God.

Qian Daoliu glared at him angrily, and warned him not to yell and disturb the tranquility in the enshrinement hall, but he couldn't hide his love for Meng De.

"Smelly boy, tell me, what's the matter?"

There was no need for Meng De to speak, Qian Daoliu had already seen from his eyebrows that something was wrong with him.

Seeing that his old man could see that something was wrong with him at a glance, Meng De didn't care too much. He first bowed to the angel statue to show his respect, and then asked Qian Daoliu for his request.

"Old man, I want to leave Wuhun City in a few days and go to the mainland."

Hearing this, Qian Daoliu was not surprised, nor did he hesitate when it was expected, he nodded in agreement.

"Okay, bring your Uncle Qingluan with you."

"No, this time I plan to travel the mainland alone, and I don't plan to bring anyone with me."

Meng De shook his head and refused, he had to do a lot of things this time, and he had to kill a lot of people, and he would be tied up with Qingluan Douluo, and he couldn't let go.

The great priest of the angel was thoughtful, without Qingluan, but it was not safe. After all, it was better to arrange someone to follow him secretly, as long as he didn't know.

"When are you going to leave?"

"The day after tomorrow, I'll take a good rest these two days."

In the boundless mountain range where there are many dangers and many soul beasts, Meng De didn't get a good night's sleep, so when he came back, he naturally had to rest well and recharge his energy before setting off.

After pondering for a moment, Qian Daoliu looked at the direction of the Pope's bedroom again, and with a gentle voice, he began to persuade Meng De.

"Go and meet her before you leave. After all, she was the one who brought you back to the Spirit Hall, and she was the one who brought you up. It's been so many years, and the anger should have dissipated."

Originally, the joy of being able to leave Wuhuncheng and go to the mainland disappeared under these few words of persuasion. Meng De's slightly immature fair and handsome cheeks turned cold, but he didn't say anything, just nodded, Said that he would go.

Seeing his appearance, Qian Daoliu couldn't say anything more, and watched him leave.

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After leaving the shrine, Mengde walked along the familiar road in his memory, and the past kept appearing in his mind, but it was all yesterday, and further exploration would only make people feel silent in the past, instead of looking into the future.

Meng De never hated Bibi Dong.He has respect and love for her, loathing, alienation, and even an unspeakable love for her. All these mixed together made his feelings for Bibi Dong extremely complicated, and he even didn't know how to face her.

The footsteps stopped, Meng De calmed down the extremely complicated emotions in his heart, restrained his thoughts, and looked up at the open door of the Pope's bedroom.

After all these years, it doesn't look like much has changed.

Since moving to the shrine, he has never been back here.

As soon as he stepped into the palace, Mengde heard a charming female voice with joy and coquettishness, it was numb to the bone, like a kitten scratching someone's heart.

"Teacher, I broke through to level 46, hehehe~"

"Well, breaking through from level 45 to level 46 in two months is very good. I strive to reach the soul king within two years, just in time for the Continental Elite Soul Master Competition."

Another cold, mature female voice sounded, praising her with tenderness and doting.

This made Meng De's eyes complicated, and it seemed that Bibi Dong's praise to him once sounded in his ears, and he was quite savored in his heart.

He put his hand lightly on the white jade wine gourd at his waist. Ever since he had the endless wine pot, he always wanted to take a sip or two when he was in a complicated mood, but he couldn't finish it.

In the final analysis, what can't be drunk from the endless flagon is all kinds of helplessness and all kinds of sorrows!

Resisting the urge to take a sip or two, Meng De moved his palm away, listening to the increasing voices inside, and walked slowly into the palace.

"Teacher, when I reach level [-], I will definitely lead Wuhundian to win this competition."

"And me, together with Nana, I will let the soul masters on the mainland know that the Spirit Hall will always be an existence they cannot surpass!"

"Your Majesty, we will not disappoint you."

Hearing their rhetoric, Bibi Dong showed a satisfied and gratified expression, and was just about to speak a few words of praise to them, but when she heard a soft footstep, she raised her head and looked outside the hall.

"Huh? What's wrong with you, teacher?"

Seeing her teacher looking out of the palace, Hu Liena was a little puzzled, followed her gaze, and turned her head with Xie Yue and Yan, their eyes focused on the immature and beautiful boy who walked into the palace.

Who is he?
For these years, Meng De lived in seclusion, except for Qian Daoliu and the Six Great Priests, even Bibi Dong had never seen him again, let alone Hu Liena and the others.

I haven't seen her for many years, but the once childish boy has grown into a young man who is as tall as her. Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes reveal complex expressions, joy, excitement, more longing, and greed that she has never noticed.

Goodbye Bibi Dong, she is more mature and more beautiful than she was many years ago, time has not left a trace on her body, but has added a touch of charm to her.

Meng De was flustered for a moment, but he returned to calm, his slightly childish and handsome cheeks were as flat as water, and his soul-stirring loving eyes stared at Bibi Dong as if looking at a stranger, bowed his hands, and said in a cold voice.

"I've seen you~ His Majesty the Pope."

Kacha~
The sound of "His Majesty the Pope" shattered all kinds of fantasies that Bibi Dong had had for many years, and she just froze in place, looking at Meng De in disbelief.

She imagined that when she and Meng De met again, maybe he would continue to hate herself; or maybe he had lost his temper and would be her little puppy again; she even thought that Meng De was taught by Qian Daoliu to become her enemy.

But I never expected it to be so peaceful!So indifferent!
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(Meng De: Endless jug, let me drink two more sips~)

(End of this chapter)