Douluo's opening confession to the female pope

Liu Erlong's towering chest heaved for a while, his eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.

How indifferent to Xiaogang's safety?

This made Liu Erlong, who regarded Bibi Dong as a rival in love, very puzzled. Suddenly, he thought of the scene he had seen before, the ambiguous behavior between Lin Langtian and Bibi Dong in the teahouse.

"Could it be that these two are really in love with each other?"

I remember that at that time, I was still blocked in the corner by Lin Langtian, crying in fright... Thinking of the dark history, Liu Erlong's cheeks blushed, and he couldn't help but look at Bibi Dong.

With her back facing, Bibi Dong carefully cooked the soup.

After one night, she realized that she had a much better understanding of Yu Xiaogang's safety.

First love is missed precisely because it is incomplete, and Bibi Dongxin, as the sustenance of the soul in the dark period, will infinitely beautify this emotion, far beyond reality.

And the influence of Rakshasa's position will also cause her to fall into the quagmire.

But as she gradually got rid of the shackles of the god position, Bibi Dong's heart was also freed, and the sweet and blazing new feelings were warming her heart, especially last night...

There is a famous saying that is not rough: the road to a woman's soul is cough cough.

And Lin Langtian, in and out of it.

Coupled with the fact that the influence of the Rakshasa God's position had faded too much last night, Bibi Dong would face up to her own heart and be willing to make soup for Lin Langtian to nourish her body... She sensed that Liu Erlong was standing there dumbfounded.

"Are you still leaving? Yu Xiaogang will let you..."

Hearing his indifferent tone, Liu Erlong felt a little annoyed for no reason, and blurted out: "You don't need to let me in! On the contrary, you won't find another man, right?"

The movement in Bibi Dong's hand froze, and she turned her head slowly.

An unspeakable terrifying momentum instantly pressed on Liu Erlong's body, but Liu Erlong, the soul sage, was immediately stimulated to have a martial spirit, but he still couldn't stop shaking like chaff.

The shadow of death hung over her heart.

However, soon, the terrifying sense of oppression receded like a tide, and Bibi Dong said coldly: "Get lost."

Liu Erlong didn't dare to contradict him, he gritted his teeth, turned around and left staggeringly.

She didn't notice that Bibi Dong looked at the angry look in her eyes, "Oh, silly woman. I'm still full of anger towards you, since you found something..."

From the sentence just now, Bibi Dong discovered the metaphor of the other party.

At that moment, she really wanted to kill Liu Erlong directly.

However, at the next moment, an interesting thought emerged from the bottom of my heart: Let her experience the insults she has suffered?And that target is naturally the harmful Lin Langtian.

Thinking in her heart, Bibi Dong also prepared the meal.

However, when she sent someone to look for Lin Langtian, she received a message, "Report to His Majesty the Pope, His Highness the Holy Son is not in the room. Miss Liena informed that he has gone to another place and will not be back for half a month."

……

Notting City, Spirit Hall.

Notting City is just a small border town, and the more remote the place, the stronger the influence of the Wuhun Palace. Almost the local residents and soul masters regard the Wuhun Palace very seriously.

After all, only the Wuhun Temple can do it for rural children to awaken their Wuhun.

Generations of soul masters grew up to respect and fear the Spirit Hall.

Today, the high-level members of the Wuhun Hall, who have always been detached from things, gathered together, with big smiles on their faces. If the local soul master saw it, they would probably be shocked and speechless.

Inside the banquet hall.

The high-level people surrounded a young man respectfully.

On the periphery, a plump woman dressed in fancy dress walked slowly in front of Lin Langtian from the path that everyone gave way to, and toasted a glass of wine with a smile on her face.

"Welcome Your Highness the Son to come to our branch hall in Notting City..."

The other high-level executives looked at Si Si enviously and talked to her, but no one dared to say anything more, after all, only Si Si had a relationship with the Holy Son here.

Ma Xiunuo, a veteran of Wuhundian, drank his own drink, and smiled at the young man beside him:

"Yuntao, I have warned you long ago that Sisi is not suitable for you. That girl has too much heart, how can you restrain her? Listen to my advice and stop pestering her."

"She, she just admires the demeanor of His Highness the Holy Son..." Su Yuntao made excuses for Sisi with a wry smile.

Matthew Nuo snorted, but didn't insist.

At this time, Lin Langtian, who had a full stomach, said in a deep voice: "Investigate the information of a few people for me, arrange a room for me, and give me a few soul masters. I have something to do."

"Obey!" The hall master happily replied.

……

At the same time, in the office building of the Junior Soul Master Academy in Notting City, the dean was smiling and said to a middle-aged man: "Master, you have really taught a good disciple!"

The good student that the dean said was none other than the genius Tang San.

At only 12 years old, he became a level 29 great soul master, not far from the soul master.

The master couldn't help showing a smile on his stiff face, accepting Tang San as his disciple was indeed his most sensible decision, and he also smiled and complimented: "The students in the academy are all outstanding..."

The dean laughed, "I'm really sorry to bother Tang San to hunt spirit rings for them."

"It should be, it should be." The master waved his hand.

After receiving some funds from the dean, the master hurried back to his dormitory. In order to perfect his theory, he raced against time and was full of energy.

"Bibi Dong, I will definitely prove myself to you!"

A look of anticipation flashed in Yu Xiaogang's eyes.

Being "abandoned" by Bibi Dong has become his lingering obsession, and he is determined to prove himself.

However, none of his theories can push himself to become stronger.

Fortunately, he found a gifted disciple who could carry out his theory.

However, in Lin Langtian's view, Yu Xiaogang's so-called theory is simply a joke. What is there to be proud of for allowing a genius to achieve what he deserves?

No, how much does Tang San's success have to do with Yu Xiaogang?

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Pushing open the door, Yu Xiaogang stepped into the dormitory, only to find that there was a strange young man in the room, and he was flipping through the book he wrote with contempt in his eyes.

As if holding something dirty.

This attitude made the master feel uncomfortable. He thought that the other party was a dude from a noble family, and frowned, "Who are you? How can you enter my room without my permission?"

Lin Langtian ignored him, flicked his wrist, and the book turned into ashes.

"It's not an exaggeration to say rubbish. It's a theory that puts the cart before the horse. It's actually a little cleverness, which is useless to the world of soul masters. Master? Yu Xiaogang? I finally saw you."

Yu Xiaogang showed an angry expression, clenched his fists tightly, but held back.

"Who the hell are you..."

"It's boring, let's go straight to the point?"

With a flash of his figure, Lin Langtian appeared directly in front of Yu Xiaogang, and touched his forehead with his fingers shrouded in blue light.