Douluo: I, start as a Celestial Dragon

At this time, Dismask had already handed the bloody thing to Lord Noting.

Seeing Lord Noting stunned, Dismask frowned and simply stuffed it into his arms.

"what!"

Lord Noting exclaimed, his hands shook subconsciously, and he dropped his flesh to the ground.

"Ok?"

Moro frowned and glanced at him dissatisfied: "What? Not willing?"

Damn it, why would this happen to me?

Lord Noting doesn't know why Moro did this, why he sent this thing to Bibi Dong... But this is the grudge between your Saint Mary Joa and Wuhun Palace, why did you drag me in? ?

If Wuhun Palace is angered by this, will Wuhun Palace turn its anger on me?

I'm just a small city lord, I can't afford it.

Lord Noting said in a trembling voice: "Sir, I'm...!"

Moro: "Back in Soto City, the Lord of Soto City was punished by me and swallowed thousands of gold soul coins... So you'd better think carefully before you speak!"

"Who was that young man just now? Is he your son?"

"If you don't want to go, you can let him go!"

Lord Noting cursed secretly in his heart, but did not dare to show any dissatisfaction on his face.

He regrets it!

If I had known this, I shouldn't have come to Notting College like that.

Well now, not only were they unable to invite these people to the city lord's mansion, but they also caused a lot of trouble.

How to do?

Lord Noting had no choice but to hold back his nausea, bent down to pick up the things, and then respectfully took the paper addressed to Bibi Dong from Moro's hand.

"Don't worry, Sir Moro. I will definitely send the things to the Noting Martial Spirit Branch Hall and hand them over to Master Matthew Nuo."

Obviously the Lord Noting didn't know that Master Matthew Nuo had been frightened to death, otherwise he wouldn't have said such a thing.

Moro nodded with satisfaction and raised his fingers towards Ah Yin.

Ah Yin reacted, stepped forward quickly, and with a wave of his hand, a box of gold soul coins was thrown in front of Lord Noting.

"My master rewarded you."

The box tilted, and the gold soul coins spilled out from the gap.

Lord Noting couldn't help but swallowed, and a light flashed in his eyes.

Notting City is located in a remote area and is not very wealthy at all. Even he, the city lord, has never seen so many gold soul coins.

Moro turned his head and looked in the direction of Yu Xiaogang.

Yu Xiaogang's hands and feet were still nailed to the waist, his head drooped, his body was covered in blood and flesh, and he had long since lost his appearance.

His chest rose and fell slightly, leaving only his last breath hanging, as if he would die at any time.

Yu Xiaogang murmured weakly: "Kill me, you devils and beasts, kill me if you dare!"

Um?Still have the energy to scold?

Moro raised his eyebrows: "Lord Noting, I have one more thing. You won't refuse, right?"

The leader of Notting City smiled and said, "Sir, please tell me!"

Moro Luo: "Send Yu Xiaogang to the Basketball Academy in Tiandou City and hand it over to the dean, Liu Erlong."

With Yu Xiaogang's current injury, unless there is a panacea or a powerful healing soul master to extend his life, he will definitely die.

What Moro wants to do is to make his death more valuable, and to help him improve his performance after death.

Lord Noting was more straightforward this time and said directly: "Don't worry, sir, we will definitely do it."

You've even offended Wuhun City, why are you still afraid of offending a basketball tyrant academy?

The Lord of Noting City had already made up his mind to rush forward and report what happened today after he left. If Wuhun Palace was angry with him in the future, Emperor Xue Ye would be able to back him up.

Although I don’t know if I can hold on, it’s better than fighting on my own.

Thinking of this, Lord Noting turned around and shouted: "Chenyu, why are you just standing there stupidly? Why don't you go call someone for help?"

Xiao Chenyu woke up with a start and ran out of the dormitory.

In just a moment, a group of knights appeared.

After seeing the bloody scene in the house, they all gasped.

However, he quickly suppressed the nausea in his heart and hurriedly picked up the dying Yu Xiaogang.

......

A few days later, Wuhun City.

In the hall of the Pope's Palace, Bibi Dong stood there with a pale face, and the scepter in her hand had fallen to the ground.

On the table in front of her was a bloody object and a note.

Although it was stained with blood, Bibi Dong still recognized Yu Xiaogang's appearance at a glance.

The atmosphere in the hall was extremely depressing.

Ni Feng Douluo stood respectfully at a distance, lowering his head and not daring to speak.

There were two people standing beside her, none other than Snake Spear Douluo and Porpoise Douluo.

The two of them were originally responsible for protecting Qian Renxue and had been in Tiandou City.

The reason why he was transferred back to Wuhun City was to deal with Moro, Dismask and others.

Snake Spear Douluo whispered: "Hey, whose skin is that? Why don't I recognize it?"

Agedis Douluo shook his head: "I don't know!"

boom!

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew in the hall.

The soul power in Bibi Dong's body suddenly exploded, and her whole body roared like crazy.

"Mo Luo, I want to kill you, kill you... Send the order, mobilize all the power of Wuhun City, I want to fight to the death with Saint Mary Joa!"

what?

Hearing this, Ni Feng Douluo was startled: "His Majesty the Pope, please think twice... With our current strength, what if we rashly start a war with them?"

Bibi Dong suddenly turned her head, her eyes were red and shouted: "Afraid of what? Even if they die, even if it costs the entire Spirit Hall, I will kill them!"

The three of them looked at each other and didn't dare to speak for a while.

In their memory, this was the first time since Bibi Dong succeeded to the throne of the Pope that they were so furious.

Whose skin is that?

What is the relationship with His Majesty the Pope?

Seeing that the three of them were silent, Bibi Dong roared: "Why are you still standing there? Didn't you hear my order?"

"Yes, His Majesty the Pope!"

"As ordered!"

As the elders of Wuhun Hall, the three of them are loyal to Bibi Dong. Although they do not agree with Bibi Dong's decision in their hearts, they will carry it out firmly.

But just when the three of them turned around and were about to leave, a figure suddenly appeared at the door of the Pope's Palace.

The sun shone in, and a long and narrow shadow spread from the man's feet. The person who came turned out to be Qiandaoliu, the great worshiper.

Qian Daoliu wore a cloak to cover his broken arm.

He stared at Bibi Dong expressionlessly, and then walked in step by step.

"Bibi Dong, I don't care who this dead person is or what his relationship is with you...but you must know one thing, the Wuhun Palace does not belong to you alone!"

Qian Daoliu said word by word: "Even if we lose the entire Wuhun Palace, we still want to go to war? If you say such irresponsible words, how can you deserve to continue to sit in the position of Pope?"

Bibi Dong clenched her teeth and her chest heaved violently.

The moment Qian Daoliu appeared, she knew that this battle could not be carried out.

Unless he is fully prepared, confident and determined to win... Sendaoliu will never agree to go to war with Saint Mary Joa.