When Douluo's stars shine

"The Hall of Worship? What's wrong?"

The man stretched his head to look at the letter and gently hugged the woman.The woman held the letter back so that he could see it more clearly.

"Although I, as the pope, can usually make decisions on all matters of the Wuhun Palace with just one word, but when it comes time to make big moves, the Consecration Palace still needs the consent."

The man said: "Isn't it the big priest who has the final say in the enshrinement hall?"

"The old man is old, and he doesn't care much now. He only thinks about his angel god all day long. In a few years, it will be that girl's turn to have the final say in the enshrinement hall."

"That girl? What that girl?"

"You do not know?"

The woman's body stiffened: "Oh, I really didn't tell you...that girl...is my daughter."

"A daughter is a daughter, what do you mean?" The man paused slightly, "It's Qian Xunji..."

"Yes, that bastard forced me to give birth."

The woman's hands were unconsciously placed on her belly.Although the Title Douluo's body will not leave ugly stretch marks, nor will her figure be out of shape due to childbirth, it cannot help her heal the scars in her heart.

The two of them didn't know what to say for a while, and the atmosphere fell into an awkward silence.

Finally, the man spoke first: "I have to meet him after all."

The woman sneered: "I don't want to give birth to her, and she doesn't want to be given birth to by me. Neither of us can like the other. It's better not to meet each other."

"Xiaodong, this is not your fault...I, the one who takes over, don't care anymore, why don't you just take it easy?"

The man touched his gray hair, as if he were touching a piece of green grassland.He wasn't entirely free from grudges about this.But some problems cannot be avoided after all, and he can only sacrifice some to be the peacemaker.

"Little Gang..."

The woman wanted to speak but stopped.The man's statement made her a little narrow-minded.She hugged each other with her backhand, and the bitter heartbeats echoed each other. Both of them felt so helpless because of the tragedy in the past.

"Forget it, let's meet up when we meet." Bibi Dong said, "She is now pretending to be the prince in Tiandou Imperial City. Her life is much more carefree than mine. She even wrote hypocritically to ask if she should go back."

The master said: "Then let her come back. But there is no rush. We can wait until the Soul Master Competition is over."

"Okay, I'll just answer her like this."

Bibi Dong took out a pen and paper from the table, and said while talking: "When she comes back, Wuhun Palace will probably have more saint sons. I don't know where she got her luck. She can pick up a Wuhun Palace while walking on the road. Someone whose soul resonates.”

"Holy Son? Who?"

"Who else could it be? Isn't it that Wang Xing? You should know him."

"Wang Xing?"

The master was stunned, and the corner of his mouth moved slightly: "This is really... there are no places in life where we don't meet."

Although it was unexpected, the master still breathed a sigh of relief after hearing that Wang Xing and Wuhundian were in the same group.It's rare to find people who can understand your own research. It would be a pity if you were forced to become your enemy in a war.

The master looked out the window, and the clouds in the sky were pointing in the direction of Tiandou Imperial City: "Are you Prince Xue Qinghe and Wang Xing of Tiandou? Such a large empire has been turned into this by such an inconsistent plan, what can I say... …That’s ridiculous.”

"That girl asked for it herself, I didn't force her to do it."

Bibi Dong simply finished writing the reply, opened her mouth to blow on the wet ink marks, and then put the paper aside casually: "Okay, don't talk about this anymore, it will make us all unhappy."

She stretched out her fingers and poked two dimples on the master's face. Then she moved her fingers up and forced the corners of the master's mouth into a smile.She looked at the master's helpless expression and couldn't help laughing.The gloomy atmosphere just now was like an episode.

With a sly smile, Bibi Dong stroked the corners of the master's mouth and jaw with her fingertips, and then slowly slid down the corners to the neck and collarbone.Due to the difference in physical fitness between the two parties, the master only felt that there were ten sharp knives wandering around the vital points of his neck. Under the beautiful purple-red nail polish, it seemed that what was hidden was not the small and cute tender fingertips, but the cold ones. Sharp dagger.

If Bibi Dong were willing, I'm afraid the master's arteries would be cut off in an instant.But her strength was just right, not even scratching the oily skin, but it still made the master feel a slight pain, and cold sweat broke out unconsciously.Wherever the fingertip wandered, it left a crooked, extremely fine light red scratch.With a smile, Bibi Dong first drew a circle and then a heart.

Under Bibi Dong's deliberate display of momentum, Grandmaster felt that he was facing some kind of savage beast and that his life was in danger at any time.But he knew very well in his heart that there was no way Bibi Dong could really hurt him.In this contradictory feeling between life and death, the master was so stimulated that his whole body became numb and weak, and he couldn't help but swallow his saliva.As for the unhappiness just now, it has long been forgotten.

Seeing this, Bibi Dong knew that the heat was coming, and smiled: "Let the past unhappiness go away... Let's do something happy now?"

The master blinked: "Do you think I have room to refuse?"

"Well, you can try to resist."

Resist?Resist a hammer!That day, Liu Erlong, a soul saint, was able to overwhelm the master without any ability to fight back, let alone now that he has become a titled Douluo?The master chose to lie down obediently. Since he couldn't stop it, he still chose to enjoy it.

Bibi Dong pressed forward unceremoniously, with a dangerous purple light flashing in her eyes: "Well, speaking of it... Qian Xunji seemed to have been in this room back then, and he pressed me down like this... It was really a good reincarnation... "

Isn't this reincarnation a little too strange?The master sighed.Recently, his health has been getting worse day by day. Fortunately, Wuhundian took enough supplements and soaked wolfberry in a thermos cup, which forcibly improved his physical fitness.Otherwise, I'm afraid he would have been bedridden like Emperor Xue Ye.

Of course, Emperor Xueye did not confuse the harem or anything, he was simply poisoned.This poison was developed by colleagues from Tianji Palace in their spare time. It has very low toxicity and very slow onset of action. However, the advantage is that several raw materials themselves are non-toxic and even beneficial. They can only take effect when they are made into food and eaten at the same time. Therefore Extremely hidden.And once it takes effect, nothing can save you.

In the past few years, Emperor Xueye had been living with this kind of poison. Coupled with his own low soul power, he finally couldn't support it anymore.Up to now, even many government affairs have been handed over to the prince.

For people outside the palace, His Majesty Xue Ye's condition is a mystery, and there is no way to know whether his health is deteriorating.And for those who are in the know, it is easy to think that His Majesty Xue Ye is simply old.So no one suspected poisoning or usurping the throne.

But...there are always exceptions to everything.