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

The next day.

Outside Lanba Academy, in a restaurant box.

The Seven Shirek Monsters sat together.

Looking at the waiters who kept serving dishes, Xiao Huohuo asked Tang San with interest:

"Xiaosan, why are you so generous today and suddenly want to invite us out for a meal?"

In response to this, Tang San responded with a smile on his face for a while, and then explained after a while:

"It's like this, isn't the Soul Master Competition about to begin? I'm inviting everyone out for a big meal today. I hope everyone can work harder in the competition and try to get a good ranking."

"Oh……"

The other six monsters have no doubt that he is there.

A group of people gradually started chatting, and they didn't feel anything was wrong. After a while, the topic came up again about this Soul Master Competition.

Huo Yuhao: "The championship prize of this Soul Master Competition is a soul bone. Three thousand-year soul bones and one hundred thousand-year soul bone. I really don't know what Wuhun Palace wants to do with such a big deal..."

Xiao Huohuo: "Hey, I want a hundred thousand year soul bone too. It's a pity that there are a few powerful teams from the Wuhun Palace and the Dragon King Palace blocking the way. I'm afraid the soul bones will not be available to us."

"..."

Listening to the somewhat pessimistic remarks of his teammates, Tang San's eyes flashed and he didn't interrupt.

Not long after, the dishes were served and the seven monsters started to move.

Xiao Wu suddenly noticed a plate of scrambled eggs with onions on the dining table, and said to Tang San with a dissatisfied expression:

"Third brother, don't you know that I hate onions the most? When you serve such a dish, I lose my appetite."

"what……"

Hearing this, Tang San slapped his head, as if he had just come to his senses, and then said to Xiao Wu with an apologetic face: "I'm sorry, Xiao Wu. I accidentally ordered... Well, this is a plate of fried onions. We brothers will eat the eggs, but you can’t waste food after all.”

Xiao Wu curled her lips and said nothing more.

Then, the Seven Shirek Monsters picked up vegetables and ate. The six boys except Xiao Wu didn't have any taboos about fried eggs with onions, so they would occasionally put one in their mouths.

Tang San naturally took it, but he just held the scrambled onions and eggs in his mouth and secretly spit them out, but in fact he didn't eat a single bite.

Afterwards, he looked at the five boys sitting around the dining table with a faint look in his eyes, thinking:

Xiao Ao, Fatty and Mubai...don't blame me, I don't want to do this either. If you want to blame, just blame the Spirit Hall, which has a way to kill people.

Everything was forced by Wuhun Palace!

That's right, the dish of scrambled eggs with onions was specially ordered by Tang San. Tang San secretly added medicine to this dish, which was a powder ground from blood ginseng.

Because the blood ginseng is thousands of years old and has strong medicinal power, in the following days, the strength of the five Shilek monsters, except for him and Xiao Wu, will undoubtedly increase rapidly. At the same time, their potential will decrease rapidly, and their physical development will mature rapidly. Even gradually getting older...

Fortunately, soul masters benefit from the nourishment of soul power and their bodies develop quickly. Tang San estimated that the appearance of Xiao Huohuo and others would not show too much aging for at least a year and a half. As for maturity? This is not a strange thing in the soul master world. At most, they suspect that they have not taken good care of themselves.

Thinking about it, Tang San's mind moved slightly, and he gradually thought of the more distant future.

He remembered that after the Soul Master Competition, there seemed to be a five-year agreement between the Seven Devils, right?

Will he go to the appointment or participate in the agreement then? The relationship between the current Seven Leck Monsters is definitely not as good as that of the original members of his previous life. Five years later, Huo Yuhao and the other five people had probably digested most of the blood ginseng medicine, and they were showing obvious signs of aging.

Oh, let’s talk about it again…

As for Tang San's original plan for his team after ascending to the God Realm?

The world has become such a hell, why should we talk about whether we have a team or not? It’s not certain whether he can become a god as peacefully as he did in his previous life!

Therefore, Tang San didn't feel much regret when he sacrificed Dai Mubai and the others in order to win the Soul Master Competition championship, just a little regretful.

Let's talk about the team. Anyway, if he can achieve the dual gods of Poseidon and Shura God in the future like in his previous life, he doesn't have to worry about not having a divine messenger under his command. The only difference is that he doesn't have a confidant who can give him more trust.

……

Wuhun City.

Wang Zhao and Bibi Dong entered the Pope's Palace one after another, dismissed the waiters and closed the door.

The Pope's Palace was quiet for a while, and the atmosphere gradually became weird for some reason.

Bibi Dong turned her back to Wang Zhao, and her beautiful figure suddenly revealed a hint of loneliness. She turned back and smiled softly, saying with a somewhat complicated mood:

"Congratulations. I didn't expect that a little guy whom Die picked up at random has now become a strong man comparable to the gods."

Wang Zhao was slightly startled, then comforted her and said:

"Sister Dong'er, the suppression of the God Realm has disappeared. You are only one step away from level 100."

"Ah."

Bibi Dong nodded slightly.

The scene suddenly fell into silence again.

After a while, Wang Zhao couldn't help but ask:

"Sister Dong'er, do you have anything to say?"

Bibi Dong looked at him faintly.

"Ang, I'm going to go into seclusion."

"Oh."

"But before retreating..."

"Ok?"

"I have a knot in my heart. If I can't resolve it, I feel like I won't be able to cross that hurdle."

"What knot? Sister Dong'er, I will try my best to help you resolve it."

"Really……"

A faint fragrance came over.

Wang Zhao looked at Bibi Dong who suddenly approached, as if he thought of something, his eyes were dull and at a loss for a moment.

"Sister Dong'er, you..."

"Ugh."

The beautiful woman sighed softly, her thoughts flooding.

"Wang Zhao, how many years have we known each other?"

"Uh...15, 15 years."

"In the blink of an eye, you are 21 years old. But I am already old."

I was not born before you were born, but you are already old after you were born...

Wang Zhao heard what Bibi Dong was saying at this moment, and felt the passionate emotions between them that could no longer be suppressed. He secretly clenched his fists, then unclenched them, and decided to take the initiative.

"What is old? As long as we all become gods, no matter our age or identity... everything will become a cloud! Isn't it?!"

He said with some excitement.

Bibi Dong looked at him deeply and suddenly felt her waist being hugged. Instead of resisting, she took a step forward and pressed against his body.

Her head rested gently on his broad chest, she lowered her head and whispered in a low voice:

"I never thought that one day I would fall in love with this little guy like you."

After saying this, the ring-shaped storage soul guide that Wang Zhao had given her earlier on Bibi Dongyu's hand flashed with light, and a red and white magical flower flew out. The flowers are in full bloom, delicate and breathtakingly beautiful. There was a touch of blood on the flower, and no crows could be seen under the flower. It exuded a soft halo and fell on the faces of the beautiful couple...