Douluo: Senior Sister is too popular, what should I do?

Chapter 110 Rebuilding the Tribunal

Consecration hall, council hall.

The daylight is filtered through the stained-glass windows and is as light as a hazy mist, and the floating dust is flying in the light mist. This magnificent hall should only be qualified to enter this magnificent hall, with fingers crossed and heads bowed. The position at the end of the long table under the seraphim statue was reserved for the great priest Qian Daoliu, but at this moment, Sang Xia took it uprightly. She bit her pen, and in front of her was a mountain of files and files. Some were turned upside down, and some hadn't had time to break the seals that were sealed outside.

She has been here for a whole day, and she has been looking at these voluminous documents during this time. Her eyes and mind have been filled with a lot of words and numbers, flying around like countless small flying insects. Go, make her dizzy for a while.

She sighed, closed the previous financial statements in front of her with a "snap", and made a summary statement on the development of Wuhundian in recent years: "You have been completely emptied."

Lost the decision-making power and only the suffrage is left, and the finances are completely dependent on the appropriation of the Pope's Hall. Even the Wuhundian Academy, which is the training base for reserve talents, has become a hardcore Pope. All that was left was a good name and an empty air, probably as long as these old guys were all dead, they would be dismissed by Bibi Dong impatiently.

Her distaste for the Temple of Consecration can be seen from the dwindling appropriations for it. This has nothing to do with the grievances between her and the Angel Family, but because no one else can sleep on the side of the couch, and all rulers cannot tolerate the money in their hands Power is divided.

"I owe it to her. Since she wants it, then take it." Qian Daoliu who was sitting on the side said lightly, poured her a cup of black tea, put the bone china cup decorated with golden rose flower and vine pattern push her.

The black tea was mixed with rosebuds and dried fruit, which was the sweet taste she liked, but she still felt that it was not enough, so she threw two sugar cubes into the teacup and stirred the tea soup with a teaspoon.

"Don't whitewash 'Because of old age and frailty, I lost in the power struggle and was squeezed out so that I can only ignore the world and practice in seclusion' so nicely," she puffed up her cheeks, "I did not hesitate to backstab my mother back then Power is firmly in your hands, don't you think it's ridiculous to say such things now?"

The shriveled flower buds and dried fruit sucked the hot water, filled up again, and were stirred up by the teaspoon. The tea soup was bright red, and the dead plant organs were floating in it. She thought of the broken corpses in the pool of blood, Suddenly lost interest in this cup of mellow black tea.

She leaned back against the back of the seat. The chairs in the council hall were all adult-sized. When she sat on her toes, she couldn't even reach the ground. The delicate little face carved out of the word "Yuxue is cute" is full of indifference and disdain: "You don't even have to look at Bibi Dong's face when eating?"

Qian Daoliu coughed lightly: "The land of Jiangmo and Qianjun is not bad, and there is nothing wrong with being self-sufficient."

It's a pity, Sangxia thought why Bibidong killed that scum back then, and should have saved his life to let him see with his own eyes how everything he owned was encroached upon, and after he had fully tasted that scum, This kind of name and surname erased, merits wiped out, all efforts in vain, before being locked up in the underground where no one cares about it, how can he die so cheaply before watching the cheater enjoy the world's admiration and praise.

"Then I think your family is really sorry for my mother and me. Do you have to pay me the position of pope?" She asked coldly, "But you don't have anything now, so why don't you want to beat her up and force her?" Is she abdicating?"

"If you want," Qian Daoliu didn't have any emotional fluctuations because of her sharp and harsh words, and his tone was still gentle and calm, "I can make you a saint."

His promise is undoubtedly much more important than Xie Yue's words, but Sang Xia sneered, his smile was full of sarcasm: "It's really touching, should I say, thank you, Grandpa?"

"Sangsang, calm down." Seeing the faintly turbulent and flickering golden light under her white eyepatch, Qian Daoliu's calm expression finally added a crack, and he stretched out his gentle and peaceful soul power to wrap her trying calm her down.

He frowned slightly: "Bibi Dong is already the one with the most concentrated power among the previous Popes of the Spirit Hall. Even if you have the support of the White Tower and the Cangyin Knights, it is not so easy to win that position."

"She's still the Pope with the highest approval rating, right?" Sangxia covered her aching left eye, the golden light still surged between her fingers, and she could feel the dense nerves and blood vessels in the eyeball wriggling like worms As if to extend into her brain and stir her thoughts and emotions, she took a deep breath, trying to retract those tentacles that were about to move, "Compared to personality charm, I am afraid that the means to eliminate dissidents is more important. Assassination, Bribery and framing are all things she is used to. If the soul masters know that the Holy Pope in their hearts has done so many shady tricks in order to stabilize his position, they will be very disillusioned. Wuhun It is clearly written in the scriptures preached by the temple that no evil should be done, and all good should be practiced."

She raised her head again, said blankly and word by word: "I want to rebuild the Tribunal."

Qian Daoliu's hands trembled slightly, and for a moment he couldn't tell who the person sitting there was. The faces and voices of the two people overlapped, making him seem to be caught in the gap between dream and reality, with a Momentary trance.

——"You asked me why I insisted on setting up a trial court before, and now my answer is that I hope to use law instead of violence and privileges to maintain order in this city and even this continent, so that all crimes can be liquidated, All wicked people will be punished."

——"Deacons, elders, cardinals, etc. After the people who guard her are judged and liquidated one by one, her rule will collapse without wood."

"Sangsang, you are still too young." Qian Daoliu sighed, frowning to show his disapproval to the fullest, "You still don't know what the court of justice means—"

"It means the subversion and rewriting of the rules of the world." Sangxia said softly, "The world is bustling with people, all of whom are interested in the exchange of interests. Countless people squeeze their heads to squeeze the single-plank bridge of the soul master, in order to surpass the world. , Killing like a dog. She actually wanted to use the law to deprive them of their 'freedom' to kill and give, so she died."

Qian Daoliu didn't deny it, his voice was low and hoarse: "Now is not a good time to rebuild the Tribunal. If you insist on doing this, then wait for your sister for a while, at most ten years, and this old world you hate will be destroyed. Turn it upside down, and then there will be no resistance to whatever you want to do."

"I don't have a sister, my only relative is my mother, but she is dead." The frozen ice has been spreading from her eyes to her face, "She proved to me that it is useless to compromise and wait, only to give up Fantasy, only struggle."

Her index finger and middle finger are close together, and together with her thumb, they form a short gun. They touch Qian Daoliu's eyebrows, and then her neck and heart move over every vital point of his body. This movement is like A naughty child, but the coldness and murderous intent in her eyes are real: "And after witnessing the heavy price she paid for her mistakes, I will not repeat the same mistakes."

she said coldly.

"I won't trust you again."

(End of this chapter)