Douluo: I am Bibi Dong's golden finger

Si Qingfeng waved his sleeves, and the two heads turned into powder and disappeared with the wind.

He clapped his hands, turned and walked into the papal palace.

The once splendid hall was now in ruins, and priceless treasures such as carved gold and jade pillars were also broken into pieces.

The only item in the entire hall that was still intact was the Pope's throne on the high platform.

A headless body in white clothes fell under the throne, and the person sitting on it now was none other than Bibi Dong.

Bibi Dong leaned on the throne with her eyes closed, leaning on the back of the chair tiredly, crossing her legs, wondering what she was thinking.

Si Qingfeng stepped over the corpse, walked forward slowly, then stopped behind her, stretched out his hands to press her shoulders.

"How does it feel to sit in this position?"

"very tired……"

Bibi Dong still had her eyes closed, as if she was recalling the past, but also seemed to be forgetting the past.

After a long time, she opened her eyes and looked at Si Qingfeng with her pink-purple-gold eyes.

"You'll help me, right?"

"I'll help you, always will."

Si Qingfeng turned around, caressed her jade-like face, and looked at her deeply.

The next second, he kissed her deeply.

"My Majesty the Queen, it is time to ascend the throne."

Bibi Dong took a deep breath and stood up slowly.

In the past, she always looked like a proud and strong woman in front of outsiders, and it was only in front of Si Qingfeng that she showed a hint of a little girl.

But from now on, the time the two of them spend alone may be even shorter.

She is now just the new pope of Wuhun Palace, but in the future she will be the only empress in the entire continent.

Bibi Dong nodded and quickly walked out of the hall and returned to her residence to shower and change clothes.

Si Qingfeng looked at her figure with a smile, and after she left, he disappeared.

After Golden Crocodile Douluo and others learned that Bibi Dong was about to ascend the throne, they were extremely busy for a while.

The canonization ceremony, the papal crown, documents sent to various countries, etc. all need to be produced in a hurry.

When Bibi Dong was a saint, everyone had contact with her and understood her character.

But what happened today made it difficult for everyone to figure out what His Highness was thinking.

Everyone was afraid that something might go wrong during the canonization ceremony, and that it would turn out to be the third head rolling down the steps.

"Don't you know that Your Majesty hates the color green! He even inlaid emeralds on the Pope's robe! Hurry up and change it and redo it!"

"How dare you take out such a small luminous pearl? Go and dig out the one on the angel statue and put it on your crown!"

"..."

The entire Wuhun City was extremely busy for a while, and the streets and alleys began to be decorated.

Bibi Dong originally wanted to go to the Douluo Palace for the canonization ceremony and then put on the clothes that could only be worn by the Pope, but Si Qingfeng stopped him and said:

“You are different from the previous popes of Wuhun Palace, you cannot procedurally prove the legitimacy of your rule.

"Although Qian Xunji was beheaded, Qian Daoliu also died - and even the entire Qian family was destroyed, this could not weaken his legitimacy as the pope.

"Golden Crocodile and the others are now bowing down to you, but they still think that he is the pope for granted. In their eyes, you have always been a usurper who has gained the throne improperly."

Bibi Dong, who was changing clothes, stopped what she was doing and asked:

“How do I prove my legitimacy?”

Si Qingfeng smiled calmly.

In the history of previous lives, a king encountered this kind of problem during his coronation ceremony.

He told Bibi Dong his method, and the other party nodded in understanding, and immediately called Ju Douluo.

"Bring the papal cassock, I want to wear it now."

Ju Douluo was stunned for a moment, and then responded respectfully.

Your Majesty is really a strange person...

"Your Majesty needs this papal robe."

Ju Douluo held up his hands and said to Golden Crocodile Douluo with a weird smile.

But as soon as these words were spoken, the several worshipers in the Douluo Hall all fell silent, and astonished expressions appeared on everyone's faces.

The papal robe is a symbol of papal power.

Since the establishment of Douluo Palace and Wuhun Palace, every pope has been canonized and crowned before putting on this extraordinary robe.

Just take it as you say, are the few of us in Wuhun Hall shameless?

You actually want to wear papal robes without being crowned in front of the tombs of countless deceased titled Douluo and successive popes?

Where is the tradition of my Spirit Hall?

I, the Wuhun Palace, don’t want to lose face!

Golden Crocodile Douluo now really wanted to beat this charming bitch to death, but when he thought of the master behind him, it was hard to get angry.

He could only force a smile and said with suppressed anger:

"Elder Ju should know that this papal robe can only be worn after the coronation ceremony."

He specially emphasized the word "qualification", but Ju Douluo looked like a dead pig not afraid of boiling water.

"This is your Majesty's intention..."

After Ju Douluo finished speaking, he felt that the deterrent effect was not enough, so he added another sentence: "It was the idea proposed by that adult."

If it were Bibi Dong, Golden Crocodile Douluo could still win over her.

But that gentleman could easily kill even the great worshiper, and he suddenly lost his temper.

Even the other surrounding offerings were deflated, like wilted eggplants.

Seeing this, Ju Douluo burst into laughter.

"Then can I just take this robe?"

Golden Crocodile Douluo turned around tiredly, with a depressed expression, waved his hands and said:

"Go then."

After hearing this, Ju Douluo unceremoniously took down the luxurious robe from the shelf and disappeared.

Golden Crocodile Douluo looked at the countless tombs stored in Douluo Hall and didn't know what to do for a while.

The death of the pope and the great priest seemed to him a trivial matter.

This tradition alone cannot be compromised.

But now...

A sigh echoed in Douluo Hall, and everyone's expressions became more complicated.

Inside the saint's residence.

With Si Qingfeng's help, Bibi Dong changed into the papal robe.

She turned around in front of the mirror and looked at herself, then nodded, quite satisfied with her outfit.

There was a carriage pulled by a top-notch BMW parked at the door, and Si Qingfeng accompanied her on the ride.

The carriage moved forward slowly amidst the singing and cheering of the people.

Several worshipers and elders were waiting in Douluo Hall.

Bibi Dong ascended the throne in the deepest part of Douluo Palace. In front of her was the tomb of the first titled Douluo in the history of Douluo Continent and the founder of Wuhun Palace.

She stood in front of the mausoleum with a calm expression. Under the guidance of the second worshipper, Golden Crocodile Douluo, she came to the altar, where the second worshipper performed the anointing ceremony on her.

The golden crocodile picked up the papal crown from the velvet red cushion and reminded:

"Your Majesty, please lower your head."

"I reject!"

Bibi Dong solemnly said:

"My rights come from myself, and I want to be crowned myself!"

After saying this, without waiting for everyone's reaction, Bibi Dong took the crown in front of the first pope's tomb and put it on herself.

Everyone was stunned by this move and before they could react, they heard Si Qingfeng cheering:

"The most glorious Pope of the mainland has been crowned and ascended the throne! Long live the Pope!"

Everyone in the hall hesitated for a moment and then cheered.

Although their expressions are ugly...