Douluo V: Starting from Joining the Spirit Hall

When Yu Xiaogang died, the most regrettable thing was Bibi Dong.

Tears were like broken beads, falling from Bibi Dong's once firm and deep eyes. She hugged Yu Xiaogang tightly, as if she wanted to use her own body temperature to warm her cold heart. Her voice was choked, and every cry was like an accusation against fate and a reminder of the past.

"Xiaogang, why did you leave me like this?" She whispered, her fingers gently tracing his quiet face. The smile and the familiar outline have now become an eternal picture. Her heart was filled with endless pain and reluctance, as if the whole world collapsed at this moment.

The moonlight shone on the two of them, adding a bit of desolation to the sad scene. Bibi Dong's tears shone in the moonlight, and every drop seemed like her memories of the past and confusion about the future. She hugged Yu Xiaogang tightly, as if she wanted to use her own strength to keep him and change this cruel fate. But no matter how hard she tried, her chilled heart could no longer respond to her call.

Bai Chen's sudden appearance caused Bibi Dong's lost world to collapse instantly. Her eyes woke up from numbness, and the frozen sadness was replaced by shock. She looked at him, the man who ended her life with her own hands, standing in front of her alive at this moment.

"Why...are you still alive?" Her voice trembled with unspeakable shock. Her fingers dug into her wrist tightly, as if looking for a touch of reality. Baicheng's survival had a subversive impact on her worldview.

Bai Chen looked at her quietly, with a complex light shining in his deep eyes. He did not answer immediately, but took a deep breath, as if condensing some kind of strength.

Bai Chen looked at Bibi Dong like this and said, I can save Yu Xiaogang, but I just need the teacher to make a deal with me. I don't know if the teacher is willing.

Bibi Dong looked at Yu Xiaogang in his arms. He couldn't help but said to himself, you are worthy of making a deal with me.

Bai Chen said very confidently, because the teacher still has emotions and your weakness is Yu Xiaogang, so you will definitely make a deal with me.

After Bai Chen finished speaking, Bibi Dong's body trembled suddenly. She looked up at Bai Chen, her eyes that were once full of determination were now shining with a complex light. Her fingers dug into her wrist tightly, as if looking for a touch of reality.

"You...can you really save him?" Bibi Dong's voice trembled, and her eyes fell on Yu Xiaogang in her arms. The face that was once full of life was now as pale as paper. A strong hope surged in her heart, as if she saw a glimmer of light in this dark abyss.

Bai Chen nodded, his eyes intersected with Bibi Dong's, and his eyes shone with confidence.

"Can you tell me, haven't you already seen it? Since I have a way to resurrect him, I have a way to resurrect him. It just requires the teacher to pay a small price." Bai Chen's voice was low and powerful, as if there was something A mysterious force surges within it. Bibi Dong said, "What do you want?"

Bai Chen said calmly that it was okay, but first, let me return to Wuhun Palace to restore my identity as the Holy Son of Wuhun Palace, and secondly, I want you to inherit the throne of the Pope.

Angry collision and helpless compromise.

Bibi Dong's anger erupted like a volcano, and her eyes flashed with cold flames, as if they were going to burn up the white morning in front of her. She stood up suddenly, her body as straight as a pine tree, and her momentum surged like a storm. Her fingers clenched into fists, and the air seemed to vibrate with her rage.

"You traitor! I saved you, but you repaid me with kindness!" Bibi Dong's voice was cold and majestic, as if coming from the sky, making the whole space tremble. Her eyes shone with determination, as if she was fighting against fate.

Bai Chen was unmoved. He stood quietly on the spot, his deep eyes seemed to have endless abyss. He looked at Bibi Dong indifferently, with a mocking arc at the corner of his mouth.

A mysterious mark was injected into Bibi Dong's body at lightning speed, and her anger was instantly frozen, as calm as the surface of a frozen lake. Her eyes gradually turned from angry to numb, as if she had lost all her vitality, and finally looked at Bai Chen in front of her blankly.

Bai Chen stood under the moonlight, his figure looked a little lonely, but his eyes were firm and cold. He looked at Bibi Dong calmly, as if everything was under his control.

"What did you do to me?" Bibi Dong's voice was hoarse and trembling, and her eyes were full of fear and confusion. She felt as if her body was bound by an invisible force, unable to move.

In the moonlit night, Bibi Dong's figure looked increasingly lonely. In her dull eyes, the once firmness and majesty no longer existed, leaving only emptiness and confusion. When Bai Chen's words fell, it was like an invisible sword piercing her heart.

"Puppet mark?" Bibi Dong's voice was trembling, and her body seemed to be bound by an invisible force, unable to move. She felt her consciousness gradually blurring, as if she had fallen into endless darkness.

Bai Chen's figure looked taller and taller in the moonlight, his eyes were deep and cold. He slowly walked up to Bibi Dong, leaned down and looked into her eyes.

"From now on, you will be my slave." Bai Chen's voice was low and powerful, as if there was a mysterious power surging in it. His fingers lightly traced Bibi Dong's face, as if he was admiring his masterpiece.

The moonlight fell like a waterfall on Bibi Dong's pale face, reflecting the deep despair in her eyes. Bai Chen stood in front of her, like a judge, cold and ruthless. Indescribable anger and humiliation surged in Bibi Dong's heart, but she could not resist and could only let Bai Chen control her.

Baicheng smiled softly and said, I said I would listen to you. Although you killed me once, you saved him and we were even. Then Baicheng reluctantly took out a bottle of resurrection. The potion was poured directly into Yu Xiaogang.

Under the moonlight, Yu Xiaogang's figure gradually became clearer. He slowly opened his eyes, and those eyes that were once full of life were now filled with confusion and fear. He saw Bai Chen standing in front of him, still holding the medicine bottle he had just poured into his hand.

"What...what is this place?" Yu Xiaogang's voice was hoarse and trembling. His eyes swept around and finally settled on Bibi Dong. There was a hint of shock in his eyes, as if he couldn't believe his eyes.

Bibi Dong was still bound by the puppet mark at this moment, unable to move and could only look at Yu Xiaogang. An unspeakable grief and anger welled up in her heart, but she could not express it.