Douluo: Protects Our Spirit Hall

  Chapter 32 The Widening Rift

  Bibi Dong's expression was solemn, her red lips opened and closed, and she made her first speech to be crowned Pope.

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

   She has no long speeches, only a short declaration of succession.

   is not important.

   Because in the eyes of everyone.

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

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

   Especially the invisible nobility and sanctity exuding from her body makes people unable to bear the emotion of adoration.

  Bibi Dong's speech ended.

   The two elders in front of the temple first knelt down on one knee, followed by the guardian knights of the Wuhun Temple and all the other spirit masters belonging to the Wuhun Temple, all knelt down and saluted.

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

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

   All the spirit masters to which the Spirit Hall belonged were full of enthusiasm.

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

   "This is the authority conferred by the Pope."

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

   No other woman in this world can do this.

   I must hold on firmly and control the Spirit Hall in my own hands.

  When the time comes, thousands of families, thousands of streams...

   Hehe, you can no longer control me.

  My destiny, only I can decide.

  's mind changed, and Bibi Dongyu held the Pope's scepter in her hand, and couldn't help but tighten it.

  …

   After the coronation of the Pope.

  Bibi Dong returned to the Pope's Palace.

  In the discussion hall of the Pope's Palace, which covers an area of ​​thousands of square meters, everything seems very empty.

   On the high platform, the Pope's throne, which was originally golden and ornately engraved with angel reliefs, has been replaced by an extravagant and gorgeous lavender couch.

  , after all, is the throne that represents the Pope's power and status.

  It is impossible to be ordinary and cheesy, it is necessary to be gorgeous and noble.

  Bibi Dong didn't like gold, and she felt angry when she saw something Chihiro sat on, and didn't want to touch it.

   I didn't turn it into powder with a single palm of my hand, it was already very restrained.

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

  Therefore, the relief throne of angels, which existed for thousands of years, and the popes sat on from generation to generation, was sent into the warehouse to eat ashes after Bibi Dong's jade hand, and was swept into the dust of history.

  Bibi Dong slumped her curvaceous body slack on the newly replaced throne, with her slender legs staggered, pressing her smooth chin with one hand and gently pinching her eyebrows with the other.

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

   right now.

   The door more than ten meters high in the Council Hall of the Pope's Palace opened.

   A small golden figure walked in.

  The person who came was a girl about 1.5 meters tall and about 9 years old.

  The girl is wearing a simple and elegant one-piece princess dress woven from gold silk without too many decorative patterns.

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

   A long blond hair was casually scattered behind him and was not combed carefully.

   is the young master of the Spirit Hall, Qian Renxue.

   Since the awakened is a god-level martial arts seraph with innate 20-level soul power, his talent is unprecedented.

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

   Therefore, not many people in Wuhundian know her existence.

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

   Qian Renxue is well protected and hardly appears in crowded places.

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

   But she can only stay in the worship hall and cannot participate in the coronation ceremony.

   Qian Renxue specially made a delicate red sandalwood jade comb with a pair of tiny names and portraits carved on it, which belonged to her and her mother Bibi Dong.

   Comes in a pretty pink-purple gift box.

   She knew that her mother liked purple.

   Moreover, Qian Renxue especially liked her mother's long smooth pink and purple hair, and she was once envious.

   Although her long blond hair is also beautiful.

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

   A carefully crafted gift that Qian Renxue would like to give to her mother in person.

   She struggled for a long time.

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

   Qian Renxue holds a gift box in her hand.

When    walked into the discussion hall of the Pope's Palace, it was easy to tell 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, with a pair of azure blue eyes as clear as gems, fixedly watching the beautiful figure sitting on the throne, the Taoist collection is noble and elegant, tranquil and sacred.

   Finally saw my mother again.

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

The last time    was three years ago.

   It was just that the result of that meeting was not very 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 anxiety 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 azure blue eyes, and her eyes suddenly became wet.

   She stood still.

   began to fantasize about repairing the relationship with his mother, snuggling in his mother's arms and enjoying the scene of his 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 his eyes, and his tone was as cold as ice cubes.

   The lavender eyes looked at Qian Renxue, who was standing still below, and Bibi Dong's eyes flashed with a hint of complexity.

   but was soon replaced by utter disgust.

   She sensed an aura that belonged to an angel's martial spirit, which made her mood drop to freezing point, and even the surrounding air began to get a lot colder.

   Sensing the change in the atmosphere, listening to her mother Bibi Dong's indifferent question, Qian Renxue felt a great sense of distance.

   She felt a little nervous and panicked. She pursed her lips and opened her mouth. With a hint of crying, she called out, "Mother!"

"roll!"

   Hearing those two words, Bibi Dong's emotions were completely detonated, she stood up in a flash, her pretty face was sullen, and a cold word blurted out.

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

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

   She didn't do anything, she didn't say anything, she was treated so coldly.

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

   Qian Renxue really couldn't understand.

   "Go away! 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 out loudly, tears pouring out of her eyes unsatisfactorily, like a river bursting its dyke, which could no longer be stopped.

   She cried and ran out.

   bowed his head, moved in one direction, and kept running regardless.

  …

   (end of this chapter)