I am in Douluo, and the female pope uses me as her first love substitute.

"Boom, boom."

Late at night, Wang Zhao returned to the house and just knocked on the door twice, and the door opened by itself.

Why is it called "self-propelled"?

Just because there is no one behind the door.

"?"

Wang Zhao's eyes widened slightly, and suddenly he turned slightly behind him and saw a ghost...

cough.

It turned out to be Sister Die standing quietly with a faint look in her eyes, like a resentful woman who had been waiting for her husband at home for a long time but never saw him return.

"Why did you come back so late?"

Her voice was as cold and plain as ever, but at this moment it was like a blast of freezing ice that was about to freeze Wang Zhao.

Wang Zhao felt this strange atmosphere, and he didn't know if it was his imagination or something else, but the feeling of déjà vu became stronger in his heart.

"Die, Sister Die, you haven't slept yet..."

He then yawned and said sleepily, intending to use this to fool him.

But just after he finished speaking, Wang Zhao himself was stunned.

Why is he doing this?

I didn’t do anything wrong...

strangeness.

"Come back early next time."

Die didn't ask any more questions, just said something plainly, and then walked into the house.

Wang Zhao responded with a smile and hurriedly followed her in, closing the door behind her.

In all conscience, he really didn't do much tonight.

What's there to do with these two little brats?

He was just a little kid comforting another little kid.

only……

Is that really all there is to it?

Wang Zhao inexplicably felt that his mind was a little slow today. It seemed that after the scene at the door of the library, he and a certain girl were no longer just strangers reading together.

In other words, the two of them are still just strangers on the surface.

Since we are strangers...

So it’s reasonable to hug for a while, right?

Anyway, this is how Wang Zhao comforted himself.

Entering the house, he suddenly noticed a room that had never been lit up at night, and saw a bumpy figure through the window paper.

That's Bibi Dong's room.

In the past, as a saint, Bibi Dong had her own dormitory in Wuhun Palace, so it was not suitable for her to come and live in the house. Die and Wang Zhao usually lived in the house.

But why did she come here today?

As if aware of the doubts of the boy beside him, Die opened his mouth to explain:

"Her Royal Highness is relatively free now. I don't know when she becomes the Pope in the future. At least during this period, she can easily act according to her own preferences."

"So, Sister Dong'er will stay here tonight?"

Butterfly nodded.

At this time, Bibi Dong in the room seemed to have noticed Wang Zhao's return. Without raising her head, she just called out while sorting out the documents in her hands.

"Wang Zhao, come in."

Hearing this, Wang Zhao paused, glanced at Sister Die beside him, smiled bitterly, and walked in slowly.

I'm afraid I won't be able to rest tonight.

"You should take a look at these things, and then we will discuss the deployment of Wuhun Hall's manpower and arrangements for Haotian Sect tomorrow..."

The two began to have a long conversation.

……

Early in the morning.

Wang Zhao stood on the eaves, looking at Bibi Dong's retreating figure with long eyes.

There will be another revolution...

I don’t know if all my plans will be satisfactory.

After all, I've been coveting that thing for a long time.

Wang Zhao thought to himself.

Naturally, he will not follow this time, nor does he intend to join in the fun. After all, he is just a little soul master.

More importantly, even if he follows, in what capacity should he follow?

A student of Bibi Dong?

Pupil of the future pope?

This is neither appropriate nor in line with Wang Zhao's own ethics.

Being the target of public criticism will not only bring you some glory, but will also lead to endless troubles. How can you practice with peace of mind?

In this regard, some people may choose to prefer the glory, but he will not.

For Wang Zhao, it is better to pursue "no uneasiness" than pursuing peace and happiness.

What's more, as the new pope who is about to take office, Bibi Dong should perform this infinitely beautiful scene herself...

Pope's Palace.

Bibi Dong was wearing the noble attire of a saint, standing at the head of the group, overlooking a group of powerful men, bishops, knights, and legions.

She took in a breath slowly and exhaled again, then she calmly said in a high-spirited voice:

"Compatriots of Wuhun Palace!"

"Our Pope Qianxun Ji fought for the safety of the mainland, and pursued the thief Tang Hao. He was the master of justice. He did not want to change his evil nature, but his evil behavior was so evil that it eventually led to the death of our Pope of Wuhun Palace. The Holy Power is damaged.”

"To think that Tang Hao is now hiding in the dark corners of the mainland like a lost dog or a rat crossing the street, but this is not enough to calm the resentment."

"I think he is a disciple of the Haotian Sect, and the Haotian Sect has had a lot of friction with my Wuhun Palace in recent years. In this case, we can't give up, and settle the old and new accounts together!"

At this time, Ghost Douluo, who had been silent for a long time under the table, suddenly stood up, bowed his hands towards Bibi Dong, and then echoed:

"Please give the order from the Holy Lady to send troops to Haotian to avenge us and the Pope!"

Now that Ghost Douluo has made his move, Ju Douluo will no longer be idle and will also stand up:

"Please give the order from the Holy Lady to send troops to Haotian to avenge us and the Pope!"

Seeing this situation, the bishops, knights, and legionaries below immediately knelt down on one knee and shouted in unison:

"Please give the order from the Holy Lady to send troops to Haotian to avenge us and the Pope!!!"

Bibi Dong did not speak immediately, but looked far away, as if waiting for something.

at last.

Outside the Pope's Palace, a majestic golden light pillar rose from the mountain in the distance, and two figures dressed in gold robes and silver embroidery slowly walked out from both sides of the light pillar.

Both of them have blond hair and tall figures. The one on the left has a cold gaze, like a giant beast in the abyss, devouring everything; the one on the right is shaped like a lion, with a pair of red eyes like torches, and exudes a warm aura, as if it wants to burn everything.

Worship Hall...

The second offering is Golden Crocodile Douluo!

The fourth offering, Lion Douluo!

The experienced people present immediately recognized these two figures.

In this way, it is self-evident what that golden beam of light means.

The legendary great worshiper, the invincible veteran Angel Douluo in the sky, Qian Daoliu!

What does the arrival of the Enshrinement Hall mean at this moment?

The people present couldn't help but secretly guess in their hearts, but they were guessing, but in fact, they already had the answer deep in their hearts.

This wave...

Haotianzong’s “pill”!

Qian Daoliu did not come forward directly.

The two worshippers were speechless. They just stepped on the void and silently stood on either side of Bibi Dong.

The meaning it expresses is also self-evident——

They came to support Bibi Dong and express their support on behalf of the Enshrinement Hall.

At this time, Bibi Dong finally spoke:

"Send the order, organize the army and use martial arts. If you don't break Haotian this time... I swear you won't pay back!"

"I swear I won't pay it back until I break Haotian!"

"I swear I won't pay it back until I break Haotian!"

"I swear I won't pay it back until I break Haotian!"

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