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

Chapter 112 The crown covers the capital, and the people are alone and haggard

The bright moonlight shines into the empty and quiet hall through the stained glass windows, casting half-dark scattered shadows on the ground. In front of the statue of a seraph bowing its head in prayer, a figure is standing there quietly. Standing with her hands behind her back, because it was late at night and she was not wearing a crown robe, only a cloud-like plain white dress wrapped around her body, rolling in the wind passing through the hall, her beautiful and dignified face seemed to be shining brightly in the moonlight. Then shine.

"Your Majesty the Pope." Ghost took a step forward, unable to hide his worry, and asked in a low voice, "Do you need me to deal with 'Dragon'?"

"What to do? How to deal with it?" Bibi Dong asked blankly, with a cold voice, "You can't even kill her by activating the martial soul fusion skill, so what can you do to her by yourself?"

"The Wuhun avatar consumes a lot of her, and it is impossible for her to activate it a second time in a short period of time." Ghost said, "Even if it is used forcefully, her body will suffer irreversible trauma, and it won't last long. It just needs to be delayed until she can't hold on anymore. Without the spirit avatar, she is no match for me and Yueguan."

During the interception in the canyon, he saw Sang Xia as "the valuable property of the Wuhun Palace", but when she revealed her purpose in the final, she had become Bibi Dong's enemy in his eyes, and he needed to fight at all costs. Clean up, even if the price is his life.

"Do you think Qian Daoliu will sit back and ignore this? He is obviously going to place a bet on her." Bibidong rubbed her swollen temple, "Qian Daoliu is not Tang Hao's kind of empty and brute force My warrior, the 'Emperor' just won the championship in the soul master elite competition, and was assassinated when she turned around. The first person in the world to suspect is me. Do you think he will make a big fuss about this matter, when the time comes... "

She paused, took a deep breath to suppress the urge to gag when she said the name: "Maybe his death will be revealed by him, the power of public opinion is much greater than you can imagine, I managed to find out If you want to seize your current position, you must not make wedding dresses for the Qian family."

"But Qian Daoliu has been hiding from the world for a long time..."

"An old lion is still a lion after all, if you relax your vigilance, you might be bitten off by him." Bibi Dong waved her hand to stop the ghost who wanted to persuade again, "Go down, don't mention this matter again in the future Just keep an eye on her whereabouts."

"……Yes."

The ghost withdrew from the council hall, and Bibi Dong was the only one left in the huge sanctuary, which seemed even more desolate. She turned around slowly, walked to the seat and sat down, and took out a thick and old book from the soul guide. notes.

The cover of the notebook is worn by the years, and the seal engraved on it has been blurred, but Bibi Dong can still restore its original appearance with the help of memory. The points left on the polar coordinates are connected to form a closed polyline, which is shaped like a blooming rose.

Therefore, she called this weather map the "Wind Rose Map" and engraved it on her private seal. In the past, when the monsoon came every year, she would record the direction, frequency and speed of the monsoon at her desk, and draw it into The drawings were then distributed to flower growers so that they could master the growth cycle of roses, explain to them the details of planting, and even demonstrate in the field.

In the past, she couldn't understand what she did, and asked her with an almost unbelievable attitude why she did this for these humble people, in order to win people's hearts, with their superficial cognition, your existence alone is enough to make you laugh. They looked up, not to mention that in the Douluo Continent where soul power is respected, they are the least worthy of being wooed.

At that time, she was sitting across from her, holding a white porcelain teacup with white porcelain fingers, and was brewing a new cup of tea for her. The rosebuds were floating in the cup, and the floating heat blurred her eyebrows and eyes. After a long time, She sighed softly, and stated softly but firmly: "Bibi Dong, people are people, and people can't use any standard to measure their value."

She was always like this, since the two of them were the candidate saintesses of the Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong hated her unrealistic naivety.

Human beings have to rely on value to classify things into three, six, and nine grades. If she has no value, she will not be selected by Chihiro Ji, and can only spend her life like other girls in the village, or be sold as playthings or slaves , just like if she had no value, Chihiro Ji would not condone her wild and childish fantasies, give her so much warmth and tolerance, and let her say those crazy things, which is obviously a vested interest of this rule Those who think that they are spotless flowers blooming above the mud, always trying to subvert it, this kind of practice is really hypocritical and ridiculous.

Facts proved that she was right, she finally paid the price for her innocence, and died alone in the dark underground, even if the civilians proclaimed her name with love and gratitude, they couldn't even get rid of their own suffering , how could it be possible to save her?
But even if she was betrayed by her teacher, lover, and best friend, her eyes never had any haze of pain and hatred. They were as clear as before, like a mirror, reflecting her darkness, meanness, and unbearableness.

With such an expression, she, who became the final victor, still couldn't help but hate her, but apart from that, she often felt a little empty and lonely in her heart uncontrollably.

Perhaps this is because she knows that there will be no one like her in this world, no one who has suffered all the most horrific tortures imaginable, but has no complaints, no laments, and no regrets. accusing person.

She just moved her lips like pale petals that had been blown down by the wind and crushed into dust and mud, and irretrievably lost their vitality and color, and said to her, remember to stay sad, Bibi Dong.

To listen to the suffering and lamentation of all living beings, don't be alienated by power into monsters beyond recognition, don't be blinded by hatred, don't let your blood go cold completely.

"If I do what you say, I should end up the same as you now." She moved the corner of her lips and showed a sarcastic smile, "You can't even protect your own daughter, do you still want to save me?"

"Liu Xi."

No one answered her, and no one would answer her, only the pages of the notebook were rattled by the wind, and the political structure, economic policy, cultural and educational propaganda... the notes that were soaked with her painstaking efforts lay in front of her. Flipping through the pages one by one, it has been blurred by the long time, just like her face, making her unable to recall her previous appearance.

But anyway, they are all worthless things.

The moonlight shone brightly on Bibi Dong's thin shoulders after losing the embellishment of the Pope's royal attire. She sat alone for a long time, remembering what she said before, "The crown is full of flowers, but the man is alone and haggard." The verses come.

But so what, even if she is alone, she is already above tens of thousands of people, she doesn't need anything, as long as she has power, that's enough.

She closed the notes in front of her, and continued to review the affairs she had put aside before.

This year's Wuhun awakening work is about to start, and all the major Wuhun branches have submitted applications for secondment of soul masters; this quarter's tax situation has also been summarized; tomorrow I will meet with several elders of the sect, and she will deal with it in an orderly manner These government affairs left annotations and signatures on official documents, with sharp handwriting, and each stroke penetrated the back of the paper. Even she herself could no longer find the smoothness and elegance of girlhood from the twists and connections of those strokes.

　In fact, in my eyes, the most miserable character in this article is Mommy. It is always better to have expectations than to be completely shattered, and at least Sangsang can fight (smoke) better than Mommy.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)