Douluo's Fate Modification System

Once the field of recovery of all things is opened, it is impossible for him to die before Xia Tian's soul power is exhausted.

The therapeutic effect in the field of recovery of all things is very remarkable.

Yu Xiaogang's broken spine, shattered internal organs, and collapsed abdominal cavity are all being repaired quickly.

With Xia Ling's current cultivation base, it would take no effort at all to treat Yu Xiaogang, who was not much better than ordinary people.

Yu Xiaogang, who regained a little look in his eyes, moaned and said something softly.

"Kill me if you have the ability...Bibi Dong will not allow you to do this...even if you have a very high status in the Spirit Hall..."

"boom!"

Another kick.

Now the cracked ones became floor tiles.

At the same time, there is Yu Xiaogang's sternum.

He who had just recovered a little bit immediately became a near-death state again.

The green light once again swam over his body, pulling him back from the hand of death.

Xia Ling bent down and patted his face with his hands.

He smiled and said, "Master Yu, it seems that you still haven't figured out the current situation."

Yu Xiaogang stared at the boy in front of him with wide eyes.

The smile on the corner of his mouth was like the face of a devil, full of incomparable horror, which made his hairs stand on end.

"Don't you want to see the Pope? It's okay, I'll take you there after I slap you a few more times."

The soft voice reached Yu Xiaogang's ears, like the whisper of an evil god, like the threat of Satan.

In this process of beating and fighting, Yu Xiaogang spent the most humiliating half an hour of his life so far.

His horrific cry made the old Liu who was standing guard outside feel a little horrified.

When Xia Ling's soul power was about to bottom out, he stopped beating Yu Xiaogang and healed him completely. Not to mention the wounds on his body, there was not even the slightest bruise.

Another bucket of cold water went down, Xia Ling controlled the water element to wash away all the dirt on Yu Xiaogang's body, and dried it with a flame.

He once again restored the image of the well-dressed middle-aged man.

Now if he went out and told others that Xia Ling beat him up for half an hour in the cell, no one would believe him at all.

"Don't you want to see the Pope? Go away, the prison knight at the door will take you there."

Xia Ling sat back to her original position, resting her chin, staring at Yu Xiaogang with disgust.

"Old Liu, take him to the meeting hall of the Pope's Palace."

"As ordered."

Lao Liu is very discerning.

He saw Xia Ling's eyes, but didn't identify him.

On the way, Yu Xiaogang clenched his fists tightly.

He secretly swore that he would take revenge for this in the future!

Xia Ling stood up and walked to the study of the Pope's Palace, where Bibi Dong usually works.

"You don't go to practice to prepare for the competition, what are you doing here?"

Bibi Dong didn't raise her head, she leaned over the desk and quickly reviewed the various reports presented below, the quill in her hand was flying non-stop.

"Someone wants to see you."

"Someone wants to see me? Who wants to see me, and you need to notify me personally?"

Bibi Dong put down her pen and looked at Xia Ling in front of the desk.

"One of the famous golden iron triangles in the past 20 years, Yu Xiaogang."

As soon as the words fell, Bibi Dong's aura fluctuated suddenly, and then quickly returned to its original state.

After being silent for about a minute, Bibi Dong calmly asked, "Where is he?"

"The conference hall."

Xia Ling held back Bibi Dong who got up to leave.

"Mom, don't worry, there are some things I want to talk to you about first..."

......

Half an hour later, in the ceremony hall of the Pope's Palace, Yu Xiaogang was quietly sipping the high-quality tea, completely opposite to the miserable appearance in the dungeon before.

No matter how badly his previous performance was, he still couldn't show half of it in front of Bibi Dong.

His gaze remained on the teacup in front of him all the time, pretending to be extremely calm.

The three-meter-high arch opened, and a soft sound came from outside the door.

"You are waiting outside, no one is allowed to enter without my order."

"Yes."

Yu Xiaogang finally moved his eyes away from the teacup, and looked towards the door.

Wearing a black robe inlaid with gold patterns, wearing a nine-curved purple gold crown, and holding the Pope's scepter, Bibi Dong walked towards him gracefully.

The invisible noble and sacred aura exuding from his body made Yu Xiaogang feel like wanting to worship him even more.

The eyes of the two collided.

Yu Xiaogang's eyes showed apology, memory, and loss.

Bibi Dong's gaze was downright complicated and a little unbelievable.

The Pope's scepter fell to the ground with a crisp ding.

"You came."

There was a smile on Bibi Dong's face, and her soft and pleasant voice echoed in the nearly thousand square meter conference hall.

"Yes, I'm here, are you okay?"

Yu Xiaogang stood up, with difficulty and a hint of excitement in his eyes.

"Me? Of course I'm fine."

Bibi Dong seemed to have thought of something, a knowing smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, Yu Xiaogang couldn't help feeling a little crazy watching it.

I haven't seen her for many years, but she is still so beautiful and gentle.

"Bibi Dong..."

Before Yu Xiaogang could say anything, he was interrupted by Bibi Dong, revealing the majestic aura of a superior person.

"Please call me Pope, or call me Your Majesty, I am no longer the silly and ignorant girl I used to be."

"...Yes, the Pope...your majesty."

Yu Xiaogang recalled certain memories, and a trace of pain flowed from his facial expression.

After more than 20 years, Bibi Dong is no longer the girl who was madly infatuated with him back then.

As soon as his plan was implemented, he suffered a soft nail.

"We haven't seen each other for 20 years, why do you come to see me?" Bibi Dong's tone carried an obvious sense of alienation.

Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath.

"Your Majesty the Pope, I have something to ask."

"speak."

Different from the deep affection in the original book, the current Bibi Dong just mentioned a word coldly.

"Your Majesty, I want to know how you got over the difficulty of cultivating twin martial souls without exploding and dying."

Bibi Dong's expression changed.

"You don't seem to need to know this, this is my secret, and it is also the top secret of Spirit Hall."

After Yu Xiaogang was rejected, he was not discouraged, but began to tell a story about his deep mentorship with Tang San, and he tried to play the emotional card with Bibidong openly and secretly.

Listening to Yu Xiaogang's seemingly sincere words, Bibidong remembered the bet she made with Xia Ling before she came here.

"Why should I help you? What good does it do me? You want to use the cultivation method of twin martial souls to help that evil species named Tang San fight against my martial soul hall in the future?"

"You, do you know that his name is Tang San? You also know that he is the son of Haotian Douluo?"

Yu Xiaogang was terrified in his heart, secretly thinking about the terror of the Wuhundian intelligence agency.

The matter between Tang Hao and Xia Ling was a bit embarrassing for Tang Hao himself, and he never mentioned it to Yu Xiaogang.