Douluo protects our spirit hall

Chapter 32 The Widening Rift

With a solemn expression, Bibi Dong opened and closed her red lips, speaking the first speech she made when she was crowned Pope.

The voice is cold, sweet, noble, sacred, and solemn, and it is also blessed with profound soul power, spreading far away, and constantly echoing in the air.

She didn't have a long speech, only a short declaration of succession.

unimportant.

Because in the eyes of everyone.

At this moment, Bibi Dong was so amazingly beautiful, noble, elegant, and calm, all kinds of beautiful words seemed to be applicable to her.

Although she is no longer young, the traces of time do not seem to be left on her body.

In particular, the invisible nobility and holiness exuded from her body is even more unbearable.

As soon as Bibi Dong's speech ended.

The two elders in front of the hall took the lead in kneeling on one knee, followed by the guardian knights of the Spirit Hall and all the other soul masters belonging to the Hall of Spirits, all knelt down and saluted.

The next moment, the shouts of mountains and tsunami sounded in unison.

"Long live the Pope! Long live! Long live!"

The eyes of all the soul masters belonging to the Wuhun Hall are full of fanaticism.

On the balcony, Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes flashed, this was the first time she experienced such a spectacular scene.

"This is the authority given by the Pope."

When Bibi Dong was in a complicated mood, she couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion, giving birth to a sacred and solemn feeling.

In this world, there is no other woman who can do what I do.

I have to hold on firmly and control the Wuhundian in my own hands.

At that time, Qian Jia, Qian Daoliu...

Hehe, you don't want to control me anymore.

My fate, I can only decide by myself.

With a flash of emotion, Bibi Dongyu couldn't help but tighten the Pope's scepter in her hand.

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After the pope's coronation.

Bibi Dong returned to the Pope's Palace.

In the deliberation hall of the Pope's Palace with an area of ​​over a thousand square meters, everything seemed very empty.

On the upper platform, the original golden ornate pope's throne engraved with reliefs of angels has been replaced by an extravagant and gorgeous lavender couch.

After all, it is the throne that represents the status of the pope.

It can't be ordinary and tacky, it must be gorgeous and noble.

Bibi Dong doesn't like gold, and the things that Qian Xun Ji has sat on, she gets angry when she looks at them, and she doesn't even want to touch them.

It is considered very restrained without turning it into powder with a palm from the air.

She ignored the opposition from the Elder Hall and simply replaced it.

Thus, the angel relief throne, which had existed for tens of thousands of years and had been sat by generations of popes, was sent to the warehouse to eat ashes after Bibi Dongyu waved his hand, and was swept into the dust of history ever since.

Bibi Dong sat on the newly replaced throne with her curvaceous delicate body slack and reclining, her slender jade legs staggered up, one hand was resting on her clean chin, and the other was gently pinching the center of her brow.

She closed her eyes tightly, and her eyebrows were slightly frowned, as if something made her feel a little uncomfortable.

Just now.

The gate of the deliberation hall of the Pope's Palace opened more than ten meters high.

A small golden figure walked in.

The visitor was a girl about 1.5 meters tall and about nine years old.

The girl was wearing a simple and elegant one-piece princess dress that was woven with gold silk and was not decorated with too many patterns.

The golden stand-up collar protected her snow-white and slender neck.

A head of long golden hair was loosely scattered behind her back, and was not combed carefully.

It was the young master of the Wuhun Palace, Qian Renxue.

Since the awakened is a god-level martial spirit seraph with innate twentieth-level soul power, the talent is unprecedentedly high.

In order to protect her, grandfather and father announced that she had died young and hid her in the snow.

Therefore, not many people in Wuhundian know of her existence.

Only the elders above the Title Douluo level know the inside story.

Qian Renxue was well protected and almost never appeared in crowded places.

Today is the day when mother is crowned Pope, Qian Renxue is also very happy for her in her heart.

But she can only stay in the shrine and cannot attend the coronation ceremony.

Qian Renxue specially made an exquisite red sandalwood jade comb, with a pair of small names and portraits carved on it, which belonged to her and her mother Bibidong.

Arrived in a beautiful pink and purple gift box.

She knew her mother liked purple.

Moreover, Qian Renxue liked her mother's soft pink and purple long hair very much, and was once envious of her.

Although her long golden hair is also beautiful.

But she still wants to have the same hair color as her mother.

Qian Renxue really wanted to give this elaborate gift to her mother herself.

She struggled for a long time.

In the end, I made up my mind to come to congratulate my mother, give myself and my mother a chance, a chance to repair the rigid relationship between them.

Qian Renxue held the gift box in her hand.

When she walked into the meeting hall of the Pope's Palace, it was easy to see from her expression that she was a little nervous.

Soon, she came to the high platform of the Pope's throne.

She stood there slim and graceful, with a pair of beautiful blue eyes as clear as jewels, fixedly watching the beautiful figure sitting on the throne, which is noble, elegant, serene and sacred.

I finally saw my mother again.

In her memory, since she was sensible, she has seen her mother very few times.

The most recent time was three years ago.

It's just that the result of that meeting was not good, she almost died, so she was a little nervous at this time, afraid that her mother would do it again.

Qian Renxue looked at Bibi Dong's figure.

Mother is still so beautiful, no, she is more beautiful than before.

The uneasiness in Qian Renxue's heart gradually dissipated, the joy on her face was beyond words, an indescribable affection filled her heart, water mist appeared in her blue eyes, and her eye sockets were suddenly wet.

She stood still.

I started to fantasize about snuggling up in my mother's arms after repairing the relationship with my mother, enjoying the scene of mother's love to the fullest.

But reality hit her hard again.

A cold question came from above, pulling her back from her fantasy.

"What are you doing here?!"

Bibi Dong who was sitting on the throne suddenly opened her eyes, her tone was as cold as ice.

The lavender eyes looked at Qian Renxue who was standing dumbfounded below, and a look of complexity flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes.

But it was quickly replaced by utter disgust.

She sensed an aura that belonged exclusively to the Angel Martial Soul, which made her mood drop to freezing point, and even the surrounding air began to cool down a lot.

Sensing the change in the atmosphere, Qian Renxue felt a great sense of distance when she heard her mother Bibidong's indifferent question.

Her heart tightened, she panicked, she opened her tightly pursed lips, and with a hint of crying, she called out: "Mother!"

"roll!"

Hearing those two words, Bibi Dong's emotions were completely detonated, she stood up abruptly, with a sad face, and blurted out a cold word.

"I..." Qian Renxue swayed twice when she heard the words, and took half a step back, her pretty face turned pale, she couldn't believe it for a while.

The gift box in his hand fell to the ground without even noticing it.

She hadn't done anything, she hadn't said anything, and she was treated so coldly.

"Why? Why are you doing this to me?!"

Qian Renxue really couldn't figure it out.

"Get out! Go back to your worship hall! Don't let me see you again!"

Bibi Dong didn't answer Qian Renxue, left a few cold words, and turned around.

Finally, Qian Renxue couldn't hold back any longer, and cried loudly, tears gushed out of her eyes, like a river breaking its embankment, and couldn't stop anymore.

She ran out crying.

Head down, facing one direction, no matter what, keep running.

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(End of this chapter)