Douluo's Opening Confession to the Female Pope

Being stared at by that fiery gaze, Bibi Dong also felt a little overwhelmed.

At the same time, there is a little pride in my heart.

It is said that the holy son of the Wuhun Temple does not touch his body, no matter how beautiful a beauty is in front of him, he will not change his face when meeting him.

But seeing her now, doesn't he look intoxicated?

Lin Langtian withdrew his gaze, coughed lightly to cover up his embarrassment, and said with a smile, "I've chosen an interesting market. By the way, it's inconvenient to be away, so I'll call you Donger."

"Hmm... what?" Bibi Dong looked at him in surprise.

But Lin Langtian didn't give her a chance to refuse, he skillfully picked up the catkin and walked towards the destination street.

Bibi Dong bit her lip, thought for a while and didn't say anything more.

Walk along Lin Langtian's lead.

At the same time, he put a light veil on his face, otherwise, if outsiders saw the Pope and the Holy Son shopping together like a couple, the whole continent would probably be boiling.

The two walked through the streets.

Pedestrian women on the road looked at Lin Langtian frequently, turning their heads very high. This feeling of being watched made Bibi Dong feel a little guilty. Finally, he gritted his teeth and took out another veil.

Lin Langtian also put it on and threatened him not to take it off.

In this way, many people are less watching them.

The date chosen by Lin Langtian was outside Wuhun City, a busy long street full of life.

However, there are also some small items that are circulated between countries.

As soon as he approached the street, Lin Langtian heard the loud hawking, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turned back to look at Bibi Dong, only to find that her cheeks were slightly red and she was also in a daze.

"Dong'er, we rarely see such a scene, right?"

"No... hiss."

Bibi Dong responded casually at first, then recalled the sound of Dong'er, her body froze immediately, and glared at Lin Langtian angrily, "Don't call me Dong'er again, otherwise..."

Before he finished speaking, Lin Langtian dragged him into the busy streets.

The two of them were in it, and they were not noticeable among the endless crowd, but as they moved, people nearby would suffer a force that separated them from the two.

Vegetable sellers, wine sellers, fortune-tellers... one picture after another constitutes life.

After so many years, Bibi Dong felt so much anger for the first time. When she was in the Spirit Hall, she was the Pope aloof, facing a group of soul masters who respected and feared her.

But now, it seems that he has really come to the world.

A heart that has been silent for a long time is intoxicated.

He didn't notice that the big hand that was holding her wrist had wrapped around her waist without knowing when.

"Dong'er, let's sit in that teahouse for a while."

Lin Langtian smiled gently.

In fact, he has already driven away countless greasy men who wanted to get close and tried to take advantage of Bi Dong.

Bibi Dong hummed lightly.

After entering the teahouse, she faintly realized that something was wrong. It was a small and cramped teahouse, with steaming fog, and there were couples of men and women sitting between the wooden tables and chairs.

There were even intimate acts of intimacy in the corner.

"!!!"

Feeling the warm palms on her waist again, Bibi Dong gave Lin Langtian a white look, "You really have intentions, I almost fell into your trap."

With that said, he turned around and wanted to walk out of the teahouse.

Lin Langtian secretly sighed, but he didn't expect to be seen through.

He had no choice but to shake his head and follow Bibi Dong to leave.

Suddenly, Bibi Dong froze, her eyes widened.

Among the crowd not far from the teahouse, three young people were wandering around, picking out small items from street stalls.

The girl in the middle is Hu Liena.

Beside him were Xie Yue and Yan, both geniuses of the Spirit Hall, waiting patiently.

It is very close to the entrance of the teahouse, close enough to hear their voices.

"Nana, how did you come here?"

The red-haired Yan asked impatiently.

Hu Liena was busy picking out a bunch of clay puppets on the booth, when she heard the sound, she turned her head and frowned and said, "If you don't want to stay, you can leave. I didn't intend to take you with me."

"Don't rush, don't rush." ​​Xie Yue smiled, pointed at the clay puppet and said:

"These clay puppets are objects from the Star Luo Empire. I think my sister bought them for the Holy Son. I remember that the hometown of the Holy Son seems to be in the Star Luo Empire."

Hu Liena chose a white tiger clay puppet, and nodded with a smile.

"Yes, in half a month it will be the day when Langtian comes to Wuhundian, I want to choose a gift for him. Alright, let's go now, so that someone won't be impatient here."