[Douluo] How to break the villain camp!

"Elder Yu?" Xu Zhi stood at the door of the Pope's Palace and looked at the person who came out with some surprise: "Why are you in Wuhun City?"

Counting the time, Tang San and the others should still be on their way to Wuhun City. As the leading teacher of Shrek Academy, the master should be with the students. Why did he appear in Wuhun City? And it’s still in the Papal Palace.

The master's expression was not very good. His face was tense, as if he was calm after being angry.

He stopped and looked at Xu Zhi coldly with his dark eyes. The masseter muscles on his cheeks moved and tightened his jawline.

Xu Zhi keenly sensed that something was wrong, but what would be the intersection between Elder Yu and the teacher?

Before Xu Zhi could figure out the key, his thoughts were interrupted.

The Holy Knight saluted Xu Zhi and said, "Miss Xu Zhi, Your Majesty ordered me to take you in."

Xu Zhi collected his emotions and put a smile on his lips: "Okay."

……

"Squeak-"

The knight pushed open the heavy and complicated double doors and slowly walked in against the light.

The Papal Palace is very large, with its high dome and empty long hall giving people an invisible sense of distance and oppression. The double doors slowly closed, completely blocking out the sunlight. Bibi Dong stood in the shadow of the Mithril Throne. She looked up at the mural on the dome, and her whole person seemed distant and lonely.

The surroundings were quiet, and Xu Zhi could hear his own footsteps.

"Teacher." Xu Zhi bowed slightly toward the end of the throne. She put her left hand on her right shoulder, took a half step back with her right foot, with the instep facing down, and tapped her toes on the marble floor: "Xuzhi did not complete the task."

Bibi Dong did not turn around, she waved her hand with her back to Xu Zhi, her voice was very tired: "I know."

Bibi Dong seemed to have expected this result, or she didn't care at all.

Xu Zhi lowered his eyes and trembled his long eyelashes: "Teacher, Xu Zhi will definitely win the championship in the Advanced Soul Master Academy Competition."

Bibi Dong walked out of the shadows, revealing half of her profile: "Of course you won't disappoint me."

Bibi Dong was playing with a sapphire tea cup, looking gloomy. This seems to be tea that has been brewed recently. There are a few crystal water drops on the wall of the cup, which complement the light smoke rising from the tea cup.

Bibi Dong lowered his head and took a sip, and suddenly said: "If there is a person who betrays you, but you suffer eternal trauma because of him, what will you do? Say it."

Xu Zhi didn't know why the teacher suddenly asked this. She considered her words and answered seriously: "If the 'trauma' was not that person's original intention, I will forgive him. The mistake has already happened, and too much entanglement will only trouble myself. It’s better to leave each other alone and live in peace.”

"Everyone is well?" Bibi Dong's eyes became extremely sharp in an instant, and the terrifying soul power surged in the Pope's Palace: "She will never forget those traumas in her life."

Xu Zhi was forced back a few steps by this powerful soul power, and she looked at Bibi Dong in fear.

'Crack--'

The sapphire tea cup in Bibi Dong's palm shattered and turned into powder.

Immediately afterwards, Bibi Dong's gloomy voice came from above the throne: "She wants to torture him, make him suffer, and destroy everything he cares about-"

"Let him end up in the same fate as she did."

Bibi Dong almost finished speaking through gritted teeth.

Xu Zhi had never seen Bibi Dong like this before. In her eyes, the teacher is always elegant and calm, and can tolerate all the darkness in the world with gentleness.

The Bibi Dong in front of her looked cruel and cold, swallowed up by strong hatred and murderous intent.

Xu Zhi felt scared instinctively, but when she saw the frail figure on the throne, all her fears turned into pity.

The Pope's Palace was very empty and very large, with thick black shadows everywhere. They bared their teeth and claws to imprison Bibi Dong in a small space. The Mithril Throne gave Bibi Dong supreme power and glory, and at the same time, it also made her a prison.

The soul power receded like a tide, soundlessly.

"Go down." Bibi Dong rubbed her sore eyebrows and said in a weak voice, "Go to the Tower of Trials, Le Pei is waiting for you."

Wen Xuzhi rarely responded.

She didn't know where she got the courage to rush up to the Mithril Throne and hugged Bibi Dong while looking at him in astonishment.

The soul power around Bibi Dong instantly became restless. It was obvious that she was not used to, and even rejected, physical close contact with others. A few rays of soul power overflowed uncontrollably, drawing a few blood marks on Xu Zhi's cheek.

"Let go." Bibi Dong's voice was cold, but her body was trembling slightly.

Xu Zhi knew in her heart that this was disrespectful, so she simply broke the jar and hugged her teacher tighter.

Bibi Dong's warning voice sounded in Xu Zhi's ears: "You have gone too far."

In fact, with Bibi Dong's abilities, she could quietly regain control of her body by just licking her little finger.

But she didn't do that.

Bibi Dong's shoulders were very thin, and her body wrapped under the silver satin robe was so thin that one could even touch her bones.

At this moment, Xu Zhi realized that her omnipotent teacher was just an ordinary person. She will suffer, she will hate, and she also longs to be loved.

So the daring Wen Xuzhi did something even more daring.

Xu Zhi raised his hand and touched Bibi Dong's long hair as if he were comforting a cub: "Teacher, don't shed tears for such a person. It's not worth it."

Bibi Dong's light purple eyes widened slightly. She leaned on Xu Zhi's warm neck and became as helpless as a child.

After a long time, she closed her eyes: "This has nothing to do with you."

……

Finally——

Xu Zhi didn't know how he was ripped off by the teacher, carried and thrown into the trial tower.

All she knew was that she wanted to take a sprint class before the game.

It’s called “Five Years Competition, Three Years Simulation”

——by Lord Lepp

Xu Zhi held a large stack of fresh teaching materials and walked to the seventh floor of the Tower of Trials in a daze.

——"Facing a defensive lineup with more than three defense-type soul masters, what are you going to do? Ye Zhuoyang, Amber, and Xie Zhaixing."

——Ye Zhuoyang blew a bubble: "Just do it and it's over. The only martial arts in the world that can't be broken is fast."

——"Meow?" Toffee didn't understand. Toffee was very innocent.

——Good student Amber: "Wander on the edge of the opponent's attack, waiting for the opportunity."

——"(.-w-)zzz" Lazy snoring came from under the desk.

The classroom was filled with excitement. Xu Zhi raised his right hand outside and planned to knock on the classroom door.

It turned out that the classroom door was not locked at all, so she opened it with a slight push.

"Amber's answer is correct. Next question - huh? Wrong." Lord Lepp's voice hesitated for a while. Immediately afterwards, roars came loudly: "Xie Zhaixing! Where is Xie Zhaixing? Skipping class again!!!"

"Squeak-"

The door to the classroom opened, and Xu Zhi was immediately faced with the weather-beaten face of Lord Lepp.

Mr. Lepp seemed to be very angry, his beard and hair were standing up with anger: "You still know how to come to class——"

Xu Zhi held a pile of teaching materials and waved his right hand in the air, like a dumb lucky cat: "How are you, Mr. Lepei?"

"Well" at this moment, Xie Zhaixing's head slowly emerged from under the table. Her emerald eyes were misty, as if she was still half asleep: "Are you calling me? Old man Lepei, today I Didn't run away"

Master Le Pei looked at Xu Zhi, then looked back at Xie Zhaixing under the table. The expression on his face is very complex, and various emotions such as helplessness, frustration, anger, and joy are all integrated into the color palette called 'Leppe'.

He stroked his mustache and maintained his final elegance: "You come in first."

Soon, there are three more days.

He was liberated three days later.

Bishop Lepp comforted himself.

——tbc——