[Douluo] How to break the villain camp!

After experiencing several high-intensity battles, Xu Zhi's body finally sounded the alarm belatedly. She couldn't exert any strength at all, and her clever little brain also declared a strike.

Lingyuan Douluo poked Xu Zhi's little face: "Can you still leave?"

Xu Zhi burst into tears: "I'm numb."

"Hey." Lingyuan Douluo shook his head. She stretched out her hand, put her forearms around Xu Zhi's back and knees, and hugged Xu Zhi: "I will reluctantly hug you once. Huo Lingyuan, come here."

Huo Lingyuan heard the sound and flew to Lingyuan Douluo obediently. It made a clear whistle and turned into a firebird that covered the sky and the sun.

Lingyuan Douluo patted Huo Lingyuan's little head, hugged Xu Zhi and jumped on its back: "Go back to Wuhun City."

The fire kite chirped happily, flapped its wings and flew over the island in the center of the lake.

The sky on the island in the middle of the lake is clear blue, and soft and fluffy clouds float freely under the blue curtain. Huolingyuan's speed was very fast, and it touched the end of the sky in one fell swoop.

Behind the layers of clouds is the mirror of illusion.

The Mirror of Illusion is floating in mid-air, rotating at a constant speed. It is surrounded by translucent silver threads, and the silver threads extend infinitely into the distance. Xu Zhi took a closer look and found that the end of the silver thread was connected to every illusion in the sky.

"Little butterfly, close your eyes." Xu Zhi felt a warmth in front of his eyes, and his eyes were covered by Lingyuan Douluo.

Lingyuan Douluo looked intently at the Mirror of Illusion, his pupils filled with brilliant gold.

Immediately afterwards, the long wings of the fire spirit kite ignited golden flames, and it passed through the realm of illusion in a flash.

A sharp whistling sound came from Xu Zhi's ears, and she felt that the space was being continuously twisted, folded, and reorganized into new passages. Thunder rang and rain and snow fell. Xu Zhi hugged Huo Lingyuan's neck tightly, unable to hold on, and passed out again.

There was another round of spinning.

After an unknown amount of time, Xu Zhi felt a warm light shine on her body, and a familiar noise came to her ears.

"Chirp chirp -" Huo Lingyuan shouted excitedly, excited that she was home.

Xu Zhi raised his hand and pulled Lingyuan Douluo's sleeve.

Lingyuan Douluo released his hands very cooperatively: "Are you awake?"

"Yeah." Xu Zhi rubbed his eyes, still feeling a little groggy.

The fire kite flew very low, and when Xu Yi lowered his head, he saw the rows of ocher and orange houses. The Taibo River flows slowly under the covered bridge, and its small tributaries converge into small streams, flowing to the Pope's Palace deep in the smoke.

A strange feeling came over me.

Xu Zhi knew that this was due to the cowardice of being close to home.

Huolingyuan spread its wings and flew towards the most sacred hall in Wuhun City, attracting the attention of many people along the way.

They soon arrived at the door of the Papal Palace.

The Pope's Palace does not allow any soul master to fly, and even the elders of the Wuhun Palace need to strictly abide by this.

"Little Butterfly, I will send you here." Lingyuan Douluo placed Xu Zhi at the door of the Pope's Palace and slowly stretched his body: "Ha~ I have to catch up on my sleep."

Xu Zhi jumped off Huo Lingyuan's back and thanked Lingyuan Douluo: "I have troubled you these days."

"It's a small matter." Lingyuan Douluo waved his hand, saying that he didn't need to take it to heart: "I'm leaving first."

No matter how sleepy he was, he had to go back and report on his work. Senior migrant worker Lingyuan Douluo walked sleepily to the Elder's Hall, yawning a few more times along the way. Huo Lingyuan was already one step ahead of her, hiding in the sea of ​​souls and falling asleep.

Xu Zhi looked at the solemn door of the Pope's Palace and took a deep breath.

Regardless, her mission failed.

She needs to give an explanation to her teacher, the supreme Pope.

……

—Inside the Papal Palace—

Bibi Dong sat on the mithril throne and looked down at the uninvited guest in front of her.

The master is still dressed like an ascetic, wearing minimalist hemp shoes and coarse cloth clothes. He rushed all the way from Tiandou City to Wuhun City, looking even more gray.

The master looked up at the woman in front of him, with deep nostalgia in his eyes.

Bibi Dong was as beautiful as he remembered, and the years had left no trace on her body.

But his edges have long been smoothed away, and things are different.

Bibi Dong naturally recognized the person and said with a calm expression: "You are here."

The master suppressed the surging emotions in his heart and said cautiously: "Bibi Dong, are you okay?"

"There is nothing good or bad." Bibi Dong did not respond directly to the other party. She touched the scepter that symbolized the pope with her fingertips: "Speaking of which, we haven't seen each other for more than ten years. What do you want to see me for?"

The master gritted his teeth and forced himself to distance himself from the memories of the past.

"His Majesty the Pope." The master's voice was very difficult: "I came here this time because I really have something important to ask for. I have accepted a disciple, and he has been practicing with me for seven or eight years. Fortunately, he has With the same twin martial soul as you, I hope to train him to become a strong man. So I have a heartless request, Your Majesty, can you tell me how you overcame the difficulty of having twin martial souls? "

Looking at this proud man, Bibi Dong lost her pride and begged her in the most humble manner.

She suddenly felt a little ridiculous.

"Why should I help you?" Bibi Dong held her chin with one hand and asked with a lazy look, "Do I want you to train a strong person to fight against me?"

"No! Of course not." The master said quickly: "If you are willing to tell me how you did it in the first place, I can guarantee you that my disciple will never go against Wuhun Palace in his life."

"Yu Xiaogang." Bibi Dong had never seen such an expression on Yu Xiaogang's face. This cherished expression of pity, love, and sacrifice for everything aroused the overwhelming jealousy in her heart: "In what capacity are you talking to me now? Please call me Pope, or address me as Your Majesty."

The master suddenly froze, his eyes showing extreme disbelief and pain.

But he had to lower his head: "Yes, Your Majesty the Pope."

The jealousy grew and turned into deep hatred.

"Tang San." Bibi Dong stood up and walked slowly to the master: "Your disciple of the Haotian Sect broke through level 40 at a young age, has twin martial souls, and possesses the fourth soul ring of the ten thousand year level. , and may even possess soul bones.”

The master was silent, but his body honestly expressed his alertness and concern.

"Ha." Bibi Dong gritted her silver teeth after seeing all the other party's micro-movements: "Such a young genius, Yu Xiaogang, who is close to the Qibao Glazed Sect and the Tiandou Empire, do you think I will let him come to Wuhan alive? Soul City?"

The master's pupils shrank suddenly, and his eyes were instantly covered in blood: "Bibi Dong! What are you going to do!"

Bibi Dong looked at the lost master, and felt a twisted joy in her heart: "Don't you understand?"

"Bibi Dong!" The master suddenly made a move and pinched Bibi Dong's shoulders fiercely. He almost gritted his teeth and said: "I have no children in my life, and Tang San is like my son. If anything happens to him, I swear, I will We will definitely destroy Wuhun Palace at all costs."

Bibi Dong looked at the veined hands on her shoulders, opened her lips slightly, and softly uttered three words: "It's just you?"

The tyrannical soul power exploded with Bibi Dong as the core, shocking the master and taking a few steps back. Bibi Dong turned her back to the master and walked back to her throne: "Yu Xiaogang, you also have a day of urgency."

Listening carefully, there was a sense of loss hidden in Bibi Dong's voice that she couldn't even detect.

"You sent people to assassinate Tang San because of that incident, probably." The anger reached its peak, and the master's thoughts became particularly clear at this moment: "But when that incident happened, Tang San was just an infant. How can you bear to kill him?"

Bibi Dong sneered: "The Wuhun Palace will never easily forgive the sins Tang Hao committed. You, an outsider, have no right to comment."

The master looked at Bibi Dong, clenching his fists tightly at his sides: "How did you become like this?"

"Have I changed?" Bibi Dong became excited. Her eyes narrowed slightly, like a cold poisonous snake: "Yu Xiaogang, everyone in the world is qualified to accuse me, but you are not."

"You!" the master said angrily.

At this moment, there was a knock on the main door of the Papal Palace.

A strong blast of air hit the door, and the heavy double doors creaked and screamed.

"Didn't I say that?" Bibi Dong's angry voice sounded: "No one should disturb you without my instructions?"

The Holy Knight outside the door did not expect that the always approachable Pope would lose such a temper. He bit the bullet and replied: "His Majesty the Pope, the two elders have not completed their tasks and are waiting for your instructions."

The paladin's voice was loud, and naturally the other person present also heard the news.

The master secretly breathed a sigh of relief and felt relieved.

"In addition," the Holy Knight continued to report: "Your student Wen Xuzhi is waiting outside the hall."

"I know." Bibi Dong rubbed her brows, her expression was not very good.

Now that the matter has come to this, there is no point in sending people to kill Tang San anymore.

Bibi Dong lifted up her skirt and walked back to the Mithril throne step by step: "You go, go back and protect your precious apprentice."

She lowered her eyes and never looked at the master again: "I never want to see you again."

The master looked at her silently, then turned around and pushed open the door of the Pope's Palace.

At the moment of leaving, the master moved his lips and said softly: "Please take care of yourself."

Light and shadow separated the two people. Yu Xiaogang walked into the light, while Bibi Dong's figure was swallowed up by the darkness, sinking endlessly.

——tbc——