Douluo: I became the white moonlight

As soon as I entered the Papal Palace, a heavy and lonely atmosphere hit my face.

The last time Nangong Mingyue had this feeling was when she met Song Wuxin. Actually, thinking about it carefully, Bibi Dong and Song Wuxin were indeed the same kind of person.

But one is more moody and the other is more black-hearted.

Nangong Mingyue just followed Qian Renxue quietly, walking slowly with the other party's light steps. Qian Renxue didn't say anything along the way, and seemed to be exaggerated by the heaviness of the Pope's Palace.

In fact, the Pope's Palace was not that big, but the two of them walked very slowly.

As time passed bit by bit, the atmosphere seemed to be getting more and more depressing. Even though she hadn't seen the woman yet, she felt a little weak.

She always had an illusion in her heart that when she saw Bibi Dong, she would definitely change. This was an unfounded thought and she couldn't find the reason.

"Tick...tick."

After several minutes, Qian Renxue finally stopped, and Nangong Mingyue also stopped.

When he raised his head, what came into view was the back figure from before. However, the two people were in the same position at that time, but now the back figure was standing on the stage, high up.

"Mom, here we are."

"Ah."

The figure on the stage responded softly, then slowly turned around, while Nangong Mingyue just watched quietly. She was very curious about what this woman looked like, because whether it was on TV or in the original book, the description of this woman was Cool and noble.

The first thing Nangong Mingyue caught was the side face. Judging from the face shape, it should be an oval face, which is a standard beauty face.

Seeing this, Nangong Mingyue still had expectations in her heart.

But as Bibi Dong turned around completely, Nangong Mingyue's pupils suddenly shrank, her breathing slowed down for half a beat, and her light breath was also hidden.

Is she Bibi Dong?This is clearly her northern nose.

What a stunning pretty face, with lightly raised eyebrows, representing her majesty. The tall, yet not obtrusive, small nose is so perfect, and the two red lips, like peach petals, breathe out charm.

Those cold yet elegant eyes, that willow waist like a water snake, a pair of long snow-white legs tightly wrapped in a pair of black stockings, as if they could squeeze out honey.

Wearing a graceful and luxurious papal uniform adds a lot of majesty and temperament to this woman.

Her coldness is not in her facial features, her beauty is not in her posture, it is all in those cold eyes.

She is gorgeous but not vulgar. At the first glance, you will only think she is noble. At the second glance, you will find that she is noble yet charming. At the third glance, you will find that she is charming yet repulsive.

What kind of woman is she? Nangong Mingyue thought that she was well-informed, but the moment she saw Bibi Dong, she couldn't help but lose consciousness.

She fulfilled all her fantasies about beautiful women. This was the first time she admitted in her heart that this woman was no worse than her. Even Song Wuxin, Qian Renxue, Yue Luo, Song Qingyu, etc. were all worse than her. A piece of it.

She is comparable to her own body.

When Nangong Mingyue looked at Bibi Dong, Bibi Dong was naturally looking at her.

This was not the first time she had seen this little girl. Frankly speaking, when she saw this little girl for the first time, she was very jealous because she had the most beautiful face in the world.

She behaves like a star, like a moonlit town.Between the brows and eyes, the peach blossoms shine brightly.

This is also the most amazing person she has met. Although she doesn't like her, she has to admit that she is good, at least better than her own ruined body.

The air was filled with the friendship between the two people looking at each other, so much so that Qian Renxue on the side was ignored.

"You are Nangong Mingyue, right?" The pope pursed his lips and his voice was as gentle as the breeze.

Nangong Mingyue also opened her red lips: "This junior has seen His Majesty the Pope."

The Pope looked at the two women condescendingly and asked: "Miss Nangong, what is your identity here today? Are you the young master of the Nangong family, or Xue'er's good sister?"

Nangong Mingyue's face turned bright and she replied: "Of course she is Xue'er's sister. The person responsible for cooperating with Wuhun Palace is not me."

"Oh~ that's the case, then I understand, let's talk somewhere else." The Pope walked down from the stage demurely, his appearance was charming, all in one frown and one smile.

"it is good."

Qian Renxue just watched her mother take her good sisters away. She stopped where she was and was at a loss. She seemed redundant?

This is not possible!What do they mean by this? Is there anything that they need to avoid saying?

"Mom, where are you going?"

Hearing the sound, the two people who were already side by side paused. The Pope looked back and found that he had a daughter standing there with an angry and messy look on his face.

"Xue'er, Miss Nangong and I are going to discuss something. You can go to your grandfather's place first." The pope pursed his lips and said.

"I want to be with you..."

"Xue'er, you go to your grandfather's place first, and I'll tell your mother something." Nangong Mingyue also opened her thin lips and said.

Qian Renxue: "..."

Could it be that she is really redundant?Why does Mingyue look more like her mother's daughter? She, the biological one, has fallen out of favor?

Listen to the tacit understanding between the two of them, they are exactly the same!

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Half an hour later, Douluo Hall.

Qian Renxue held up the hem of her golden skirt and stopped outside the door angrily. Her brows and eyes were full of anger and annoyance.

After exhaling a heavy breath, Qian Renxue finally walked in lightly. She returned to this familiar place where her most beloved people were.

In the Douluo Hall, a sacred aura descended on Qian Renxue, who had just entered. This made her feel much more comfortable, as if an angel had caressed her three thousand black hairs, which was gentle and comfortable.

Under the hundred-foot-tall angelic highness, there are always her followers.

"Grandpa, I'm back."

Qian Daoliu turned around slowly, and a kind and kind face appeared in Qian Renxue's eyes, replacing her original frustration.

"Xue'er, I heard that you came back with the eldest lady of the Nangong family."

Qian Renxue's face darkened, and her mood suddenly deteriorated, that woman who "changed her mind when she saw something different"!

Qian Renxue said with a dark face and a bad tone: "Grandpa, shouldn't you ask me how I am doing first?"

Qian Daoliu nodded thoughtfully, "Xue'er, how are you doing?"

Qian Renxue: "..." Forget it, I'll bear with it for now.

"Nangong Mingyue and her mother went to talk about something. I had nowhere to go, so I had to come to see grandpa."

Qian Daoliu nodded, his eyes full of thoughts, and he murmured to himself: "She went alone with the Pope... What are they going to talk about that you can't listen to... "

The corners of Qian Renxue's mouth twitched, "I don't know, but what I know now is that grandpa, you don't seem to welcome me very much!"

"Where do you start talking about this?" Qian Daoliu didn't understand, but after seeing his granddaughter's eyes, he suddenly realized: "Xue'er, don't think so wildly."

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