Douluo: My foster mother is Bibi Dong!

Roar! ! !

A roar shattered the sky, and the earth-shattering dragon roar suddenly sounded in Meng De's mind. It contained endless majesty, and was full of destruction and desire for destruction. The golden Dragon King was roaring and venting!

And his pair of scarlet dragon eyes were violent and full of joy, and at the same time reflected the shadow of Meng De. Then the ferocious dragon grinned and showed a terrifying smile, as if it had discovered prey.

In the bedroom, Meng De suddenly opened his eyes, widened and full of horror.

He was gasping for air, his whole body was soaked, and cold sweat was pouring from his forehead. He couldn't recover for a long time, and he was still frightened, as if he had seen something terrible.

"Xiao Ma, you're awake, how do you feel?"

The familiar sound of high heels sounded, and Bibi Dong walked in front of the bed. Under the light, a majestic shadow enveloped Meng De who was awakened on the bed.

Hearing the slightly concerned voice of the pope's adoptive mother, Meng De slowly came back to his senses, looked up at Bibi Dong, and shook his head.

"Mother, I'm fine."

Although he said it was okay, Bibi Dong still noticed the horror remaining in his eyes.

Meng De had been in a coma until night after his martial soul awakened. If there was no problem, Bibi Dong would never believe it.

But since he didn't want to talk about it, she couldn't force him to say it.

Bibi Dong sat next to Meng De, with her perfect and graceful body close at hand. It exuded a pleasant fragrance of gardenia, a light and refreshing fragrance, and the fruit was round and full, making people want to taste it.

"Xiao Mao, you performed very well today, I'm very satisfied."

The beautiful mature woman Pope looked at her adopted son who had been raised for six years, her beautiful eyes flashed with affection, and she praised Meng De.

Although it was just a casual move, it brought her unexpected gains, and Bibi Dong was not happy about it.

But she felt a little regretful in her heart. If she had known Meng De had such great potential earlier, she should have been closer to him in the past six years instead of letting him go.

Although her adopted son was respectful, well-behaved and sensible to her on the surface, Bibi Dong could still feel that he was not that close to her.

This is not a good thing.

Faced with the Pope's adoptive mother who was more caring and closer to him than before, how could Meng De not know that it was the reason for his powerful talent.

Although he really wanted to show the attitude of "yesterday you ignored me, today I will make it impossible for you to reach high".

But just thinking about it.

As for Meng De, who has small arms and legs, if he dares to show a hint of disobedience to Bibi Dong, although he won't be slapped to death by her, a beating from society will be inevitable.

What bad luck, why was it Bibi Dong who picked him up in the first place, why not Qian Daoliu?

Although it is great to have a beautiful mature woman as a foster mother, it would be a different story if this foster mother is Bibi Dong.

Complaints are complaints, it's a done deal, there's no need to dwell on it anymore, but you still have to be cautious.

When Meng De heard Bibi Dong's compliment, he pretended to be happy and shouted obediently: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for the compliment."

Looking at the well-behaved and obedient adopted son, the beautiful mature woman Pope smiled even brighter, and then asked Meng De softly what his martial spirit was?

During the day, one can tell from the phantom of the Golden Dragon King that Meng De's martial spirit is an extremely powerful dragon martial spirit, even on par with Seraphim, but it should have a name.

Meng De confessed honestly: "Golden Dragon King, my lord, my martial spirit is named Golden Dragon King."

"Golden Dragon King~" Bibi Dong muttered this name, and a soul-testing crystal ball appeared in her hand, allowing Mengde to test his innate soul power.

Meng De placed his hand on the soul-measuring crystal ball, mobilized the soul power in his body with his thoughts, and instilled it into it.

In an instant, the soul-measuring crystal ball burst into brilliant golden light. It was dazzling and as blazing as the sun, illuminating the entire palace and coating it with a layer of golden light, making it impossible for Bibi Dong to look directly at it!

Such a dazzling light must be filled with innate soul power.

However, Meng De was a little disappointed as to how he was born with full soul power.

He originally thought that he had merged with the bloodline of the Golden Dragon King, so he had innate level [-] soul power.

After all, Qian Renxue has innate level [-] soul power, and her Golden Dragon King martial spirit is stronger than the Seraphim martial spirit. Why is it not as good as hers?

However, Meng De then thought again and realized that his Golden Dragon King bloodline came from Lan Xuanyu, and Lan Xuanyu was only innately full of soul power when he awakened his martial soul, so there seemed to be nothing wrong with him.

It's really outrageous that the grandson of the God King with the bloodline of the Gold and Silver Dragon King only has innate soul power, which is worse than a seraph.

After Meng De finished complaining, he removed his palm from the soul-measuring crystal ball.

The dazzling golden light gradually disappeared, and the joy in Bibi Dong's eyes became more intense.

Innately full of soul power, as long as he does not perish on the way, he will definitely become a titled Douluo in the future. With his powerful martial soul comparable to that of a seraph, he will definitely be his sharpest weapon across the continent!

The beautiful mature woman Pope immediately praised Meng De again and asked him to rest early.

"Xiao Ma, you are born with full soul power and can directly obtain the first soul ring. Get up early tomorrow and come to the Pope's Palace to find me. My stepmother will take you to obtain the first soul ring."

Bibi Dong's main focus is efficiency. He just awakened his martial soul and went to get the soul ring the next day.

With the strength of the Spirit Hall, it would be easy to find a dragon spirit beast suitable for the Golden Dragon King's spirit in a short period of time.

"Okay, my lord."

Meng De nodded obediently, and then watched Bibi Dong leave. He looked at the graceful and enchanting back of the Pope's adoptive mother and fell into deep thought.

With the Golden Dragon King's martial spirit + innate full soul power, his value has been demonstrated. Bibi Dong will definitely train him with all his strength, so he no longer has to worry about being abandoned.

But with Bibi Dong's temperament, if he was disobedient and disobedient to her, she would probably use other methods to control him.

At least until he matures, he still needs to be a well-behaved, sensible and good adopted son.

Meng De sighed, feeling extremely depressed. Oh, why did he end up with Bibi Dong, a crazy woman?Why is he so unlucky!

Go to sleep, I have to get up early tomorrow.

He fell on the bed and closed his eyes and fell asleep. Perhaps the Sword of Damoris hanging above his head was removed. Meng De relaxed his mind and had a good dream.

In the dream, he transformed into the Golden Dragon King, punched the ancestors and grandsons of the Tang family, stepped on Yu Xiaogang, and defeated Bibi Dong, Qian Renxue, Hu Liena, A Yin, Bo Saixi, Tang Yuehua, Liu Erlong, and Xiao Wu with a golden dragon spear. , Zhu Zhuqing, Zhu Zhuyun, Shui Binger and the others.

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The next day, the golden sunshine shone through the windows in the palace, as if the bed was covered with golden wheat ears. It was warm and soft, waking up the sleeping Mengde.

He slowly opened his eyes, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, the remnants of the dream still lingered in his mind, and his mind was still immersed in the sweet dream last night.

Meng De vaguely remembered that in his dream, in front of Tang Hao and Tang San, he stabbed A Yin and Xiao Wu with the golden dragon spear and howled with joy.

But dreams are always just dreams, and it takes a lot of effort to turn them into reality.

After a long time, Meng De came back to his senses. He got up from the bed, changed his clothes, and after washing, he went to the Pope's Palace.

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(Meng De: Look at me knocking Douluo Continent over with a golden dragon spear!)