Douluo blood dragon soul shock gun

Half an hour later, the meeting hall of the Pope's Palace!

Sitting on the chair, the master was anxious inside, but his face was as heavy as water on the outside. Although his mouth was dry from the long journey, he had no interest in the tea next to him.

If it weren't for Tang San, he might never have come alone to see the person he couldn't let go of in this life...

When he thinks about meeting Bibi Dong later and having to look back on the past, Master's heart becomes extremely complicated. He has both the expectation of reunion and the helplessness of reality...

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The tall arch door opened, and a cold voice sounded outside the door: "Everyone, please step back. No one is allowed to come near without my order!"

Hearing this voice, the master's whole body felt numb and he couldn't help but stand up.

Outside the door, Bibi Dong, who was dressed in luxurious clothes, holding a scepter in hand, and looked stunning, walked in unhurriedly.

The moment he saw Bibi Dong, the master opened his mouth, his expression froze on his face, and his heart felt as if the seasoning had been spilled, and all kinds of flavors were mixed.

Days and nights, this woman's face has appeared in my dreams countless times. She has changed, but she has not changed. Compared with back then, she has become more mature, but what remains unchanged is that her peerless appearance remains the same. Looking forward to the brilliance, time seems to have left no trace on her body.

Things have changed and people have changed. Back then, the smile on her face was so innocent and charming, but now, the face that looks like a fairy only has an unattainable nobility and alienation.

Once, she was his first love, her name was Bibi Dong. Now, she is the supreme ruler of the entire Wuhun Palace, and she is the object of worship for all soul masters.

Glancing slightly past the master, Bibi Dong's pupils shrank for a moment, then returned to normal in an instant. She withdrew her gaze, her expression no longer changing, and walked straight to the throne in front of her.

Sitting on the throne that symbolized the highest authority of Wuhun Palace, the scepter in his hand fell to the ground with a soft ding.

"Which elder I thought was here, but it turned out to be you. Why, did the old dragon of your family abdicate in favor of someone new?" After examining the master, Bibi Dong's voice revealed the texture of ice cubes and the charm of a female voice.

Looking at that tall, familiar yet unfamiliar face with hard eyes, the master's face changed many times. He wanted to say something but didn't know where to start. Finally, all his emotions turned into a breath and spit out: "I haven't seen you for so many years. are you OK?"

"What do you think? I am now the supreme ruler of Wuhun Palace. Even if the two emperors see me, they must show courtesy!" Bibi Dong raised her eyelids, her voice still cold.

"Tell me, you didn't come here just for a word like this, right?" Bibi Dong glanced at the master jokingly, and raised her white chin slightly, assuming a posture that we were not familiar with.

Looking at Bibi Dong complicatedly, the master looked a little bit pained, but when he thought about the purpose of his trip, his heart became a little heavier.

Lowering his head and taking a deep breath, the master tried hard to suppress the hesitant emotions in his heart. When he raised his head again, the rest of the emotions in his eyes had disappeared, leaving only the usual indifference.

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"Bibi Dong..."

"Please call me His Majesty the Pope or His Holiness the Pope - Elder Jade!" He interrupted the master coldly, and Bibi Dong's pupils couldn't help but shrink a little.

"Yes, His Majesty the Pope!" The pained expression disappeared in a flash, and the master nodded and continued: "I came here this time to ask if my disciple was captured by you!"

"Your disciple?" A cold light flashed in his eyes, and Bibi Dong stared at the master with twinkling eyes.

"His name is Tang San!" He raised his head and looked at Bibi Dong, and the master couldn't help but breathe a little heavier.

"Tang Hao's son?" The tone suddenly turned cold, and there was surging anger hidden in Bibi Dong's eyes.

"Yes, he is indeed Tang Hao's son!" There was no denying it, but the master looked a little complicated.

"Huh, you're late. I've already gone to sea to capture the documents. Tang Hao destroyed a Wuhun main palace and killed more than [-] people including the Platinum Bishop of the Wuhun palace. He was provoking me, the Wuhun palace. They must die!" Bibi Dong's face was expressionless, but her voice was squeezed out from between her teeth, with a feeling of gritting her teeth.

The master's whole body was instantly petrified, and his breathing suddenly stopped. He seemed to have received a huge blow, and could hardly stand still. He slowly slid down the chair and sat down.

After a moment, the master's voice was slightly trembling, and his eyes were fixed on Bibi Dong: "No, no, you can't kill him. He is my only disciple and my only hope!"

Bibi Dong narrowed her eyes and looked at the master with a half-smile, her frowning posture was beautiful. As her brows furrowed, her eyes were as sharp as a knife: "So what if he is your disciple? Anyone who dares to challenge the majesty of Wuhun Palace. Must die!”

The master's face suddenly solidified, and his stiff face became uncontrollably pale, and the blood receded little by little. Suddenly, as if he suddenly thought of something, he stood up suddenly and prayed: "The murderer was Tang Hao, not the mistress. , please, don’t kill him!”

"Is there any difference? Are you begging me?" The corner of Bibi Dong's mouth twitched, and she curled her lips nonchalantly: "Cut the weeds but not the roots. Is it possible that I will still leave hidden dangers for myself?"

"No, no, as long as you are willing to let him go, I promise you, I will persuade him not to be an enemy of Wuhun Palace in this life!" Taking a few steps, the master looked forward to it with a trace of hope, and his eyes were already red. .

"You promise? Why do you promise? Who are you, and what qualifications do you have to boast in front of me?" Glancing at the master, Bibi Dong's cold face suddenly showed strong emotional fluctuations.

The master's eyes suddenly froze. Facing Bibi Dong's questioning, he was completely stunned. He looked in disbelief at the woman in front of him who was shouting at him. The master could not hide the feeling of loss in his eyes.

After a moment, the master's breathing became heavy, his eyes were bloodshot, and he said slowly word by word: "Bibi Dong, I don't care how much hatred Tang Hao has against Wuhun Palace, and I don't care about his life or death, but if If anything happens to the mistress, I will destroy Wuhun Palace at all costs. I will never have a son in my life, and he is like my son."

"Ha, it's just you? Are you worthy?" Bibi Dong looked at the arrogant master with a sneer, her eyes as cold as poisonous snakes.

"Yu Xiaogang, let me tell you the truth, even if Tang Hao didn't attack Wuhun Palace, I would still not let go of your disciple, not only because he is Tang Hao's son, but also because he is your disciple. Him, anyone involved with you, I will not let go, I hate you, and I don’t want to hear anything sorry, I want you to suffer as much as me, no, I want you to suffer more than me, haha , power is a good thing, you know, I have endured humiliation and endured heavy burdens to get where I am today, so I will retaliate a thousandfold on those who ruined me, and you will be the one I focus on. Your disciple is already with me On the must-kill list, there is Liu Erlong. Haha, how about it? Doesn't it feel like being abandoned? Do you want to know who she likes?" The more she talked about it, the more excited she became. When it came to this, Bibi Dong was completely Having lost that noble look, his originally flawless face looked extremely ferocious.