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As time passed, Yang Pojun's eyes began to lose focus, his breath became even more subtle, his legs naturally drooped, and his hands gradually lost their warmth.

Looking closely at Yang Pojun, Bibi Dong couldn't help but reveal an indescribable expression on her face. Yang Pojun was even more stubborn than she imagined.

Even death could not make him lower his noble head, and his eyes were full of determination.

This stubborn look in his eyes made me feel both familiar and unfamiliar at the same time!

Seeing Yang Pojun's stubborn eyes gradually losing their luster, Bibi Dong seemed to have thought of something, and couldn't help showing a look of pain in her eyes.

There was an unspeakable complex emotion in her eyes, and it wasn't sigh, it was sigh that such a person would be destroyed in her own hands.

Talent?

The most indispensable thing in Wuhun Palace is talents.

She was just reminiscing, reminiscing about the past!

Once upon a time, that handsome young man turned away just like the child in front of him, stubborn and determined...

The difference is that the young man's stubborn eyes have a hint of inferiority, but this child is fearless and has a hint of stubbornness!

Obviously, Yang Pojun's resolute look touched the softest place in Bibi Dong's heart, a tenderness hidden deep in her heart.

It really seems...

Suddenly, the two figures gradually overlapped, and Bibi Dong's eyes showed a trace of tenderness for the first time. The hand holding Yang Pojun's neck slowly let go!

boom--

"Hmph! Want to die? It's not that easy!"

As if looking for an excuse for herself, Bibi Dong glanced strangely at Yang Pojun, who was already in a dizzy state, and spat in a low voice.

It is unimaginable that Bibi Dong, the majestic Pope of Wuhun Palace, who has always been known for his iron-bloodedness, would actually show a coquettish attitude that only a little girl can have!

There is no doubt that Yang Pojun's stubborn eyes reminded Bibi Dong of the young master he once was.

The same youth, the same stubbornness, the same determination, but the difference is that things have changed and people have changed, and I am no longer the lonely and helpless girl!

Time has turned around. Although she was once unable to decide her own destiny, now she can control Yang Pojun's life and death!

I'm standing right in front of you, look how much I look like before!

This sentence couldn't be more suitable to describe Bibi Dong's mood at the moment.

In terms of strength, identity, and status, it can be said that she has achieved these to the extreme, but the only shortcoming is the sustenance of her soul!

Standing on a high point, looking down at all living beings, everything is not what she wants, and what she wants can no longer be obtained...

Looking at Yang Pojun lying on the ground, Bibi Dong couldn't help but sigh slowly with a lonely look!

To be honest, based on what Yang Pojun did on the altar, he had already touched his restricted area. Even if he killed him a hundred times, it would not be an exaggeration. However, now he could never go down no matter what. Hands on...

Dai Mei frowned slightly, and after a moment of contemplation with a tangled expression, Bibi Dong gritted her teeth, and her soul power suddenly surged. The next moment, Yang Pojun appeared in her hands again...

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If Yang Pojun knew that the reason why Bibi Dong did not kill her was because his stubbornness reminded her of her former master.

I really don’t know what he should think!

Yang Pojun was invisibly saved his life by the master he looked down upon. He didn't know whether Yang Pojun should be happy or sad!

It has to be said that the master is a bit of a loser, but he is really good at flirting with girls. Whether it is Bibi Dong or Liu Erlong, who is not the best among people, but they all have a soft spot for the master. , just ask you if you accept it?

Anyway, Yang Pojun was quite envious...

For ordinary people, if they are so seriously injured, not to mention becoming paralyzed, it may not take more than ten days and a half to recover.

But for Yang Pojun, this kind of situation has long been accustomed to him. In the past four years, he was beaten one day and couldn't take care of himself, but the next day he was not as lively and energetic.

As long as there is still breath left, the strong body will slowly heal the injury!

Of course, there was obviously a little accident this time. After all, no matter how cruel they were, the old guys from the Po Zhi clan would not kill like Bibi Dong.

His head was heavy, and when Yang Pojun woke up from his coma, he found that everything around him was pitch black.

Without the aid of medicinal baths and meditation, although his injuries were somewhat healed, Yang Pojun still felt a little weak.

"Hiss...am I...dead or not?"

After silently feeling the soul power in his body, Yang Pojun suddenly discovered that the soul power in his body was gradually condensing, and the strength returned to his body, but he did not move.

"Not dead? I'm not dead? What's going on?"

The soul power was condensing, which meant that he was not dead, but at that time it was clear...

Yang Wudi once taught him that the more dangerous the situation, the more he should stay calm and never fall into crisis because of his rash actions.

Obviously, although he was not dead, the danger was not exposed. What on earth did Bibi Dong want to do?

"You don't have to pretend when you wake up!"

A crisp voice came from the side. As his eyes adapted to the light, Yang Pojun could see clearly with the help of the meager light. Bibi Dong was sitting not far from him!

"You are full of surprises. Boy, even I am beginning to envy your body's ability to recover."

Bibi Dong leaned against the stone wall behind her and looked at Yang Pojun indifferently, with a hint of approval in her eyes.

"Do you feel the gap between us? Boy, everything about you is in my hands now. I want to kill you as easily as crushing an ant. Frankly speaking, I really appreciate it. You, with your potential, your future achievements will definitely amaze everyone. Therefore, I am willing to give you one last chance. I really can’t bear to kill a genius like you. As long as you are willing to surrender to me, I will no longer As for your past, you don’t have to say anything about your cultivation methods, so what, my request is not too much, right?"

Turning over and sitting up, Yang Pojun did not speak, but looked at Bibi Dong coldly, and his brain began to spin rapidly.

There is no doubt that he knows that he has no chance against Bibi Dong, the top powerhouse on the continent, with his soul power of over 30 levels.

But what exactly does Bibi Dong want to do?

Is it really what she said?

Fancy your own talent?

Want to use yourself as your own?

Of course, this possibility cannot be ruled out, but it’s not like she doesn’t know her identity. As a member of the Po clan, how could she seek refuge in the Spirit Hall?

If Yang Wudi and the others knew about it, they would still have to hunt him down all over the continent?

"Are you guessing my identity? I'm not afraid to tell you that I was indeed born in Wuhun Palace, but you have no choice. My patience is limited. The opportunity is before you. After experiencing the pain of death, you should also Do you understand how to choose?"