In Douluo, I became General Thunderbolt

On the bed, Mo Xiaojiu wiped Bibi Dong's slightly wet long hair.

Fresh rose petals were scattered all over the room, which was the same cart that Lin Chen sent at night.

These petals were sent after Lin Chen carefully selected them. The petals are full and the colors are brighter.

Decorated with these rose petals, the atmosphere of the room is stronger than ever.

"Xiaojiu, what exactly do you think of Lin Chen?"

Stopping what he was doing, Mo Xiaojiu put the towel into the space ring, then took out the hair care potion and dropped it into the palm of his hand. After rubbing his hands together, he applied it evenly on Bibi Dong's hair.

"Are you still thinking about this?"

"Not at all!"

Bibi Dong was relieved after hearing Mo Xiaojiu's explanation. As the Holy Maiden of Wuhun Palace, if she didn't even have this kind of grace, how could she become the first female pope in the future.

In the past six years, Mo Xiaojiu and Bibi Dong had been in contact through letters. In the letters, the two talked a lot about everything from changes in martial arts to future goals.

Mo Xiaojiu wanted to become the Thunderbolt General of Douluo Continent, and Bibi Dong also had his own goal under Mo Xiaojiu's influence.

That is to take over the position of teacher Qian Xunji, become the first female pope in the history of Wuhun Palace, and then lead Wuhun Palace to a higher peak.

"Didn't you say in your letter that you wanted to form your own team?" Bibi Dong said calmly: "I think Lin Chen is not bad both in terms of talent and person."

"He regards you as my sister, why do you still speak for him..."

Bibi Dong glanced back at Mo Xiaojiu coldly.

"Isn't that your fault?"

Mo Xiaojiu's chin fell on Bibi Dongxiang's shoulder, and his head shook from side to side.

"Blame me, blame me, blame me."

"Dong'er, my good Dong'er, please forgive me~"

There was a strong pleading in her voice, and it was hard for Bibi Dong not to forgive her.

Bibi Dong had never seen anyone as shameless as Mo Xiaojiu. It was obvious that she was the one who started everything, yet she was the most innocent one.

The key is that she acts coquettishly first and it hits your mark, so you just fall for it. There is nothing you can do to her except admit defeat.

It happens every time, and I’ll do it again next time.

Bibi Dong could only sigh in her heart, because if she said anything, Mo Xiaojiu would distort the facts and confuse right and wrong, and she would be the one who lost in the end.

"If you do this again next time, don't blame me for being rude to you."

"Be careful I let the spider suck you dry."

Bibi Dong's threats were of no use to Mo Xiaojiu.

"Hehe~"

"The training of a soul master is inherently hard. If you don't do this, wouldn't life be no fun at all?"

"Are you still practicing hard?"

Bibi Dong rolled her eyes.

"When these words come out of your mouth, do you believe it?"

"So I'm telling you."

Bibi Dong was so shocked by Mo Xiaojiu's words.In order to keep up with Mo Xiaojiu, she did not dare to stop for six years for fear of being thrown away by Mo Xiaojiu too much.

Seeing that Bibi Dong was about to have an attack, Mo Xiaojiu slid directly along Bibi Dong's shoulders into her arms, rested his head on her thigh, and said with an aggrieved look: "In order to prevent you from being too stressed, I do this every day But I worked hard to come up with new tricks to tease you."

"How can you blame me..."

Mo Xiaojiu clenched his hands into fists, like a kitten begging to be stroked in its owner's arms.

The crazy exploration on the edge of danger was really figured out by Mo Xiaojiu.

Bibi Dong was frustrated by Mo Xiaojiu. Although she felt very unhappy, she couldn't find any reason to lecture Mo Xiaojiu.

"That's really hard work for you!"

"It's not hard, this is what I should do."

When it comes to thick skin, Mo Xiaojiu is the true successor to Mo Wengui, but for a little girl like Bibi Dong who has never experienced anything in the world, that is not something that can be manipulated casually.

"That's right, Dong'er."

Mo Xiaojiu stood up, and a duck sat opposite Bibi Dong.

"Have you seen any relevant records about Lin Chen's martial spirit?"

"I knew you would ask that."

Bibi Dong held her hands in her arms and looked at Mo Xiaojiu calmly. She did not rush to explain, but asked: "What did you talk about while I was sleeping?"

Bibi Dong emphasized the words "while I'm sleeping" very hard. It was obvious that she wanted to check the chat history.

Mo Xiaojiu recounted the entire chat with Lin Chen. Bibi Dong listened quietly and nodded from time to time.

After sorting out the contents in his mind, Bibi Dong said: "I have told you to rely on living creatures and dead souls to practice. It seems that Lin Chen is really defenseless against you."

Recalling the contents of the ancient books, Bibi Dong said: "Lin Chen's martial spirit is called Bianhuahua, and it is a kind of martial spirit that only exists in legends."

Martial spirits that only exist in legends...

As we all know, most legends are based on true stories.

"That means that on Douluo Continent, someone has awakened this kind of martial spirit?"

Bibi Donggai nodded softly and said: "However, there is very little information about the Wuhun of Bibihua. Most of them are conjectures about flowers like Bibihua."

"It is said that those who go to the kingdom of death walk on these beautiful flowers to the hell of the underworld."

"But what exactly the Netherworld Prison is like is not mentioned in ancient books, and I haven't found any relevant information about it."

"If Lin Chen uses his martial soul to form a bridge to help the undead souls leave this world and increase his soul power, it means that this rumor is true."

After pondering for a while, Bibi Dong said: "There is another hell story about the Bibi Flower. Do you want to listen to it?"

Since Bibi Dong took the initiative to bring it up, it meant that she thought this story could be some clues to understanding Lin Chen. Mo Xiaojiu nodded.

"Once upon a time, a very ugly ghost fell in love with a beautiful girl. But just because he was ugly, the girl didn't love him. Out of love, he had to imprison the girl."

"Later, a samurai came, he rescued the girl and fell in love with her. At the same time, the samurai killed the ghost with his sword. The ghost's blood splashed in the grass, and a red and black flower grew there beautifully from then on. When it blooms, the name of this flower is called the other side flower."

"Since then, the Flower of the Other Shore has bloomed in a place in hell called the [River of Forgetfulness], where the dead forget their love in this life and turn around to be reincarnated in the next life..."

"love..."

When she said these two words, Bibi Dong paused and glanced at Mo Xiaojiu. Mo Xiaojiu was listening to Bibi Dong's story attentively, so he didn't notice her gaze at all.

"The same is probably true for love. Just because we love each other differently, we have to sacrifice a lot and forget a lot. Therefore, the flower of the other side has become the messenger of love from the darkness, because it has witnessed a black death."

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