Douluo: Protects Our Spirit Hall

Bibi Dong had a solemn expression, her red lips opened and closed, and she spoke for the first time when she was crowned Pope.

The voice is cold, sweet, noble, sacred, and solemn. It is also blessed with profound soul power, and it spreads out far away, and it constantly echoes in the air.

She has no long speeches, only a short declaration of succession.

unimportant.

Because in the eyes of the people.

At this time, Bibi Dong was so amazingly beautiful, noble, elegant, and tranquil, all kinds of beautiful words seemed to be applicable to her.

Although she is no longer young, the traces of the years do not seem to be left on her.

Especially the invisible nobility and holiness revealed by her body made people feel like they could not help but worship.

Bibi Dong's speech ended.

The two elders in front of the temple first knelt down on one knee, followed by the guardian knights of the Wuhun Temple and all the other spirit masters belonging to the Wuhun Temple, all knelt down and saluted.

The next moment, the shouts of the mountain and the tsunami sounded in unison.

"Long live the Pope! Long live! Long live!"

All the spirit masters belonging to the Spirit Hall were full of enthusiasm.

On the balcony, Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes flowed, and this was the first time she had experienced such a spectacular scene.

"This is the authority conferred by the Pope."

When Bibi Dong's mood was complicated, she couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions, giving birth to a feeling of sacred solemnity.

No other woman in this world can do this.

I must firmly grasp it and take control of the Spirit Hall in my own hands.

At that time, thousands of families, thousands of Daoliu...

Hehe, you don't want to control me anymore.

My destiny is my own.

Her mood changed, and Bibi Dongyu held the Pope's scepter in her hand, and couldn't help but tighten it.

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After the Pope's coronation ceremony.

Bibi Dong returned to the Pope's Palace.

In the discussion hall of the Pope's Palace, which covers an area of ​​more than 1,000 square meters, everything seems very empty.

On the high platform, the Pope's throne, which was full of golden ornately engraved reliefs of angels, has been replaced by an extravagant and gorgeous lavender couch.

After all, it is the throne that represents the power and status of the Pope.

It is impossible to be ordinary and cheesy, it is necessary to be gorgeous and noble.

Bibi Dong didn't like gold, and Qianxun Ji sat on something, she got angry when she saw it, and didn't want to touch it.

It's already very restrained without turning it into powder with a single palm.

She ignored the opposition of the Elder Hall and simply replaced it.

As a result, the relief throne of angels, which existed for thousands of years and has been sat on by generations of popes, was sent to the warehouse to eat ashes after Bibi Dong's hand, and was swept into the dust of history.

Bibi Dong slumped her curvaceous body and slumped on top of the newly replaced throne, with her slender legs staggered, pressing her chin with one hand and gently pinching the center of her eyebrows with the other.

She closed her eyes tightly, her eyebrows wrinkled slightly, as if something made her feel a little uncomfortable.

Right now.

The door more than ten meters high in the discussion hall of the Pope's Palace opened.

A small golden figure walked in.

The visitor was a girl about 1.5 meters tall and about 9 years old.

The girl was wearing a simple and elegant one-piece princess dress woven from gold silk without too many decorative patterns.

The golden stand collar protected her snow-white and slender neck.

A long blond hair was casually scattered behind him and was not combed carefully.

It was the young master of Spirit Hall, Qian Renxue.

Since the awakened is a god-level martial arts seraph with innate 20-level soul power, his talent is unprecedentedly high.

In order to protect her, her grandfather and father announced that she had died due to some reason and hid her in the snow.

Therefore, not many people in Wuhundian knew her existence.

Only the elders above the titled Douluo level know the inside story.

Qian Renxue was well protected and would hardly appear in crowded places.

Today is the day when her mother is crowned Pope, Qian Renxue is also very happy for her in her heart.

But she can only stay in the worship hall and cannot participate in the coronation ceremony.

Qian Renxue specially made a delicate red sandalwood jade comb with a pair of tiny names and portraits carved on it, which belonged to her and her mother Bibi Dong.

Comes in a pretty pink-purple gift box.

She knew her mother liked purple.

Moreover, Qian Renxue especially liked her mother's long smooth pink-purple hair, and she was once envious.

Although her long blond hair is also beautiful.

But she still wanted to have the same hair color as her mother.

Qian Renxue wanted to give her mother a carefully crafted gift.

She struggled for a long time.

In the end, I was determined to come to congratulate my mother, to give myself and my mother a chance to repair the rigid relationship between each other.

Qian Renxue held a gift box in her hand.

When she walked into the discussion hall of the Pope's Palace, it was easy to tell from her expression that she was a little nervous.

Soon, she came to the high platform of the Pope's throne.

She stood there slim, with a pair of azure blue eyes as clear as gems, fixedly watching the beautiful figure sitting on the throne, the Taoist collection is noble and elegant, tranquil and sacred.

I finally saw my mother again.

In her impression, she has seen her mother very few times since she was sensible.

The last time was three years ago.

It's just that the result of that meeting was not very good, she almost died, so she was a little uneasy at this time, afraid that her mother would do it again.

Qian Renxue looked at Bibi Dong's figure.

Mother is still so beautiful, no, more beautiful than before.

The anxiety in Qian Renxue's heart gradually dissipated, the joy on her face was beyond words, and an indescribable family affection filled her heart, water mist appeared in her azure blue eyes, and her eyes suddenly became wet.

She stood still.

After starting to fantasize about repairing the relationship with her mother, she snuggled into her mother's arms and enjoyed the scene of her mother's love to the fullest.

But reality hit her hard again.

A cold question came from above, pulling her back from her fantasy.

"What are you doing here?!"

Bibi Dong, who was sitting on the throne, suddenly opened her eyes, her tone was as cold as ice cubes.

Her lavender eyes looked at Qian Renxue, who was standing blankly below, and there was a flash of complexity in Bibi Dong's eyes.

But it was quickly replaced by extreme disgust.

She sensed an aura that belonged to the angelic spirit, which made her mood suddenly drop to freezing point, and even the surrounding air began to get a lot colder.

Sensing the change in the atmosphere, and listening to her mother Bibi Dong's indifferent question, Qian Renxue felt a great sense of distance.

She felt a little nervous in her heart, and was a little flustered. She pursed her lips and opened her mouth. With a hint of crying, she called out, "Mother!"

"roll!"

Hearing those two words, Bibi Dong's emotions were completely detonated, she stood up in a flash, her pretty face sullen, and a cold word blurted out.

"I..." Qian Renxue swayed twice when she heard the words, took a half step back, her pretty face turned pale, and she couldn't believe it for a while.

The gift box in his hand fell to the ground without realizing it.

She didn't do anything, she didn't say anything, and she was treated so coldly.

"Why? Why are you doing this to me?!"

Qian Renxue really couldn't understand.

"Go away! Go back to your worship hall! Don't let me see you again!"

Bibi Dong didn't answer Qian Renxue, left a few cold words and turned around.

Finally, Qian Renxue couldn't hold back any longer, and cried out loudly, tears pouring out of her eyes unsatisfactorily, like a river bursting its dyke, which could no longer be stopped.

She cried and ran out.

He lowered his head, moved in one direction, and kept running regardless.

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