Time Travel Douluo: The Eldest Lady Arrives

Chen Duyue was woken up by the sound of wind in her ears.

In a daze, she had forgotten what night it was. She could only hear the sound of free wind wrapped in the warm sunshine, just like driving on California Highway 1 at dusk. The vast blue ocean and steep and towering mountains were all taken into her arms by the wind.

But there are always a few strands of long brown-purple hair floating in front of the eyes, and there are traces of indistinguishable fragrance.

Humph.

Miss Chen adjusted her sunglasses and pressed the button. The open hood rose and closed. She painted her favorite Maserati dark blue, and its intricately fitted body resembled a shark ready to attack on the seabed.

My calf twitched, and I pushed the accelerator to the bottom...

She must catch up and take a look!

"Uh...well you little brat!"

A hoarse roar was heard, disturbing Miss Chen who was on vacation in California.

Ghost Douluo froze, unleashed his soul power, and knocked her away from his shoulders!

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black soul rings flew past her eyes...and were immediately covered up by a black mist.

It turns out that this is also a titled Douluo!

Depend on! Didn't everyone tell her that Titled Douluo are rare in this world? Why do there seem to be so many of them...

Maybe in this fantasy world, phoenix feathers and unicorn horns are not valuable at all!

Chen Duyue, who was thrown into the air, was filled with thoughts, but the expected fall never came.

Dusk turned the brown-purple hair into a gentle golden color. The owner of the long hair turned back and frowned.

Chen Duyue felt that the wind around her had become gentler, and her body was supported by the gentle airflow, gently falling next to her.

The strand of hair that Miss Chen failed to catch fell in front of her eyes. She unconsciously wanted to get closer and smell it. When she raised her head, a breathtakingly beautiful profile also caught her eye.

Vaguely remember hearing Xue Qinghe call her...

Bibi Dong.

The person in front of him had changed from the serious killer attire he wore last night and wore a plain silver robe, which was noble and not stained by dust. Perhaps he was on his way and had nothing else around him.

A condensed gaze glanced at the black mist.

Although they were both titled Douluo, it seemed that Bibi Dong's status was much higher. Chen Duyue heard full awe from the hoarse voice.

"Sir...sir, she kicked me!"

"..."

ha?

As expected, complaints were made regardless of age, Chen Duyue chuckled.

Bibi Dong's eyes turned to fall on her. Chen Duyue shivered suddenly and couldn't laugh anymore. How could she have the illusion that this woman was gentle?

Her eyes were as cold and solemn as last night, and the dancing sickle of death seemed to flash through her eyes again...

Clothes can be changed, red makeup can be changed, but eyes cannot deceive others——

Facing the lake, the murderous intention is boiling, but the cold eyes are paranoid and crazy!

She wants to kill someone!

Everyone in front of the Wenhua Palace said it was a show, but in that show, in the eyes of the only audience, the dead people were real, the anger was real, and the dancing Sickle of Death was also real...

Chen Duyue subconsciously touched her forehead, but Yueying didn't respond.

Fear is the most primitive emotion when faced with a person who can shake her spiritual mind by herself, and a person who will kill her if he takes any action.

She suddenly bounced several meters away from Bibi Dong, pressed down her trembling hand, randomly picked up a long arrow, and held it in her hand as if facing an enemy. Only then did she feel that her suppressed breathing became easier.

Bibi Dong sneered, raised her eyebrows, flicked her sleeves and robe, stood with her hands behind her hands, and looked at her movements with contempt: "Am I scary?"

"You..." Chen Duyue's voice was dry. She bit the tip of her tongue and forced herself to finish speaking as hard as possible, "Bibi Dong, what do you want to do!"

This drink first made Ghost Douluo anxious.

Can you, a little brat, yell about the name of the Pope?

Do you still want to live?

If you don’t want to live, I still want to live!

……

The warmth of the afterglow is no longer enough to illuminate those cold eyes.

"Hahaha! The little loser is quite courageous." Bibi Dong's eyes flashed with a hint of blood red, and he smiled in a strange way, which made people shudder.

She stared at Chen Duyue, licking the corners of her crimson lips, as if looking at a prey, and then walked towards her step by step, with the phantom of a monster gathering behind her.

Every time she took a step closer, Chen Duyue felt like she was being squeezed tighter by the surrounding space. Not to mention stepping back, she couldn't even move a finger at the moment, and her chest was painfully pressed... She seemed to want to kill herself. Crush it, but I'm afraid that before she can get in front of her, she will have been rolled into a mooncake skin.

"Uh...wuwu..."

A hoarse protest came from the throat, and the eyes were bloodshot and blurred... I could vaguely see the bloody red lines on the approaching beautiful face outlined from the corners of the eyes, and the corners of the crimson lips were a cruel arc——

Bibi Dong is enjoying her pain!

"Your Majesty the Pope!"

Ghost Douluo knelt down on one knee and shouted eagerly.

Penetrating the solid space, only the faint sound of Ghost Douluo's shout fell into her ears.

Whether shocked or surprised, Chen Duyue tried hard to control her eyes and rolled forward, making an indistinct sound in her throat.

"His Majesty the Pope?"

In just an instant, the overbearing power retreated!

Losing control, Chen Duyue suddenly fell to her knees on the ground, covering her neck and coughing violently, full of fear for the rest of her life...

Bibi Dong glanced at her, flicked her sleeves, turned around and hid her clenched hands, leaving bloody traces of nails on her palms.

"After traveling all day, I feel lonely... Ghost, find a place to rest." There seemed to be endless exhaustion in her voice.

Ghost Douluo wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and responded respectfully, still staring at her figure: "I obey, His Majesty the Pope."

The sun sets, the moon rises, and it's night.

The Douluo Continent is extremely vast, and Wuhun City is located at the junction of the two empires. Starting from Tiandou Imperial City, even if the titled Douluo goes all out, it will take a full five days. For some reasons, their journey They all avoided crowds and took dangerous paths...

Ghost Douluo made a mental decision. At this moment, there was no village or shop. Even if the Pope wanted to rest, he could only spend one night in this wilderness.

The moonlight was cold and the dew was heavy.

After finding a slightly open and clean grassland in the forest, Bibi Dong didn't care about the coldness of the grass dew. She knelt down and sat down, her silver robe spread out and stained with the crystal dew.

She closed her eyes tightly and entered into a state of meditation and practice as if there was no one else.

Ghost Douluo left the kid behind, and the black mist climbed up the tree... It must have climbed up the tree, after all, the faint black shadow was completely blocked by Lin Ying.

Chen Duyue couldn't see clearly, so she had to huddle under the tree.

In this inaccessible place, there are always the roars of some creatures she doesn't know what they are... She is no longer afraid of ordinary wolves, but it is obvious that they are not just the sounds of wolves, she still only stays in the strange spirit beasts. listening and speaking stage.

But these soul beasts she was afraid of should also be afraid of her... The two great gods around her didn't even dare to show their tails.

Chen Duyue secretly looked at the figure kneeling between heaven and earth from a distance of more than ten meters.

The moonlight fell slightly cold on Bibi Dong's body, and her hair without any ornaments fluttered freely with the night wind. It is true that when she restrained her crazy and sinister killing intent, and closed her coquettish purple eyes, When you are quiet, you are as beautiful as an immortal!

How could there be such contradictory people in the world? It makes people dare not look directly at them, but also makes them reluctant to look away.

"Hey, hey, hey..." Chen Duyue patted the tree trunk behind him.

"Hey what! My title is ghost." A hoarse voice came from above, and Ghost Douluo coughed seriously.

"Oh... thank you so much, Lord Ghost Douluo just now."

After getting used to Ghost Douluo's hoarse voice, it wasn't that scary anymore.

Chen Duyue stood up and bowed respectfully to the tree. After all, if Ghost Douluo hadn't made a sound to divert Bibi Dong's attention, she might have been a mooncake skin.

The kid's sudden respect was quite helpful. Ghost Douluo responded, sounding less cold.

...But he immediately regretted responding to this little chatterbox.

"Hey, what did you mean last night?"

"Why did the Pope come to Tiandou City?"

"I thought the Pope would be an old man with a white beard. She looks so young..."

"Aren't you both titled Douluo Popes much more powerful than you?"

"Didn't you watch today's canonization ceremony? Has Xue Qinghe become the crown prince? Whose side are you on?"

"Your Wuhun Palace looks glamorous on the surface, but secretly it's actually an assassination organization?"

A series of frightening questions sprouted from under the tree and slapped Ghost Douluo on the face.

"Well……!"

Chen Duyue felt the night breeze pause before someone covered her mouth.

Ghost Douluo looked at the kneeling figure in fear. This little loser without a trace of soul power had healed his scars and forgot about the pain. He was still a fucking Jilaisui, and he was crazily seeking death again...

He was a little unsure of the Pope's attitude towards this brat, and for a moment he didn't know what attitude he should take towards her.

Ghost Douluo stared at Bibi Dong breathlessly for a while, but fortunately there was no movement. Then he glared at her fiercely: "Too many problems, you won't live long!"

"...Ouch." Chen Duyue reluctantly squeezed out a word of assurance from Ghost Douluo's fingers, and then she was let go.

"Don't let me talk...it's so cold. Let's warm ourselves up." Chen Duyue blew her nose, hugged her knees and sat on the wet grass.

"Give birth!"

There was an angry voice from the tree. This kid actually wanted to command him. He was not cold.

"Then help me find some dry branches... these can't be lit."

"Find it yourself!"

"Hey? Aren't you afraid that I will take the opportunity to escape?"

Ghost Douluo sat on the tree trunk and didn't even bother to look at her from the corner of his eye: "Run away as you like. In such dangerous mountains and rivers, you will be treated as a snack if you run out of a hundred meters."

"You...!" The fear in her heart was shattered, and Miss Chen looked a little worried, but she couldn't be killed! She jumped up from the ground, "Then I'm really leaving!"

——Phew——Bang!

A trace of soul power passed by Chen Duyue's ear and exploded in front of her. Green smoke emerged from the wet green branches, and then flames burst out violently! The fire formed a circle in an instant, surrounding the three people!

"Uh... set the mountain on fire and sit in jail." Miss Chen's eyelids twitched.

"Shut up, everyone!"

Chen Duyue had no choice but to sit down in frustration. The jumping flames lit up the night, and she could see the face of the Pope's arsonist clearly.

Bibi Dong's bright eyes were tightly closed, her brows were furrowed, her slightly long eyelashes were trembling slightly, her red lips were suppressed, and her breathing was rapid. She seemed to be trying her best to suppress something, but her face, which was reflected red by the firelight, was soaked with cold sweat.

Ghost Douluo quietly got down from the tree, and the black mist around him became a little thicker...

Now even Chen Duyue can see that it is not him that Ghost Douluo is guarding. He has been afraid of Bibi Dong all the way beyond the relationship between monarch and minister!

What is he afraid of?

What is she suppressing?

The flames jumping around seemed to tell her that the Pope was not cold-blooded, and also gave her encouragement and courage.

Chen Duyue stood up and approached her step by step...

Her closed eyes suddenly opened angrily, and those eyes that should have been lavender were now full of strange scarlet. Strong murderous aura spurted out of her body in an instant. Cold, bloodthirsty, evil, and many negative emotions swept through the whole body. The mountains and fields extinguished the beating flames!

The murderous aura condensed into a solid white light, overwhelming the sky and dragging the world into hell!

——The realm of the God of Death!

"The seventh soul skill, the real body of the martial soul!"

As if he had been prepared for it, a soul ring lit up behind him, and the black mist exploded around Ghost Douluo, turning into a ghost and completely entering a state of nothingness. It seemed that only in this way could he eliminate the restrictions placed on him by the God of Killing Domain.

"Your Majesty the Pope!"

The hoarse voice in the void was suppressed from nowhere.

These four words seem to weigh a thousand pounds!

The supreme honor, endless responsibilities and boundless hatred all rest on those thin shoulders!

Only these four words exploded in her mind, and they were able to create a gap in the hell where bloody and depraved demons danced!

But it was just a small gap. The scarlet eyes were blurred for a moment, and then became even more bloody!

Looking at Pinghu, murderous intent abounds, his eyes are cold and paranoid...