After comforting Qian Renxue, Bibi Dong personally sent her outside the door and handed her over to Elder Gu Zhijiu, who had been responsible for transportation and security.
Then, she turned around and said angrily to Hu Liena who was sitting there blankly,
"You should also step back."
"As ordered..."
Hu Liena picked up the book and left the meeting room that made her feel suffocated.
After running all the way to the small courtyard where the children adopted by Wuhun Palace lived, Hu Liena threw the book on the ground, squatted on the spot and burst into tears.
Why……
Why is this happening?
She obviously heard that the Pope was ready to accept her as his disciple and adopted daughter, but why...
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On the other side, Bibi Dong, who was sitting alone in the meeting hall, raised her hand and slowly stroked the "Ten Core Competencies of Martial Arts" that had been re-copied in hardcover.
She opened the book and slowly read the preface on the first page.
[The truth is always in the hands of a few people.
And until they are proven, I am willing to endure the world's criticism and doubt.
It is my only regret in my life that I have not been able to publish to the world the top ten core competitiveness of martial arts that I have studied all my life.
——Yu Xiaogang]
When she first saw this preface full of helplessness and frustration, Bibi Dong remembered what she was thinking about?
It's guilt and apology.
She thought at that time that the only thing she could do was to defy all opinions and keep this research in Wuhun Palace, so that one day in the future she could clear his name.
"..."
Why would she have such a ridiculous idea?
With such doubts, Bibi Dong continued to read.
【Table of contents】
[The top ten core competitiveness of martial arts, the first one is that the innate soul power is directly proportional to the intensity of the martial soul]
[Top Ten Core Competencies of Martial Spirits, Article 2: There are no useless Martial Spirits in the world, only spirit masters who don’t practice hard]
"..."
The first two alone are already in conflict with each other.
Since the first article gives strength value to martial souls, there must be differences between strong and weak, geniuses and losers.
How should a martial soul who is born with no soul power work hard to cultivate in order to become a 'good' soul master?
If there are only soul masters who don't work hard in cultivation, then what does he mean by a middle-aged soul who is still a great soul master...?
Taking credit for other people's research as your own.
He flaunts a depressed character, but he never thinks of finding the reason within himself.
He is not good at words, but why does he frequently meet himself, who is a saint?
I used to think it was all a matter of fate, but looking back now, it's just full of loopholes.
There was also something she had heard a few years ago. She wanted to marry her cousin and ran away immediately after knowing the truth...
"Hehehe..."
Bibi Dong slammed the book shut, held her forehead and laughed.
She smiled more and more freely and unscrupulously, and at the same time tears slowly fell from her eyes.
"It's really...like a joke."
Her life, her so-called feelings and sincerity, her waiting, her silence, her patience...
She is Bibi Dong, the second twin martial soul in the Douluo Continent, the first peerless powerhouse to raise her twin martial soul to the peak Douluo realm, and the youngest first female pope in the history of the Wuhun Palace.
When did she become so ridiculous?
With each question, the sound like a broken mirror became more and more deafening.
There was a sudden loud bang, and violent fluctuations that even caused Bibi Dong's seven orifices to bleed were dispersed from the inside of her body.
Although she was seriously injured, Bibi Dong felt an unprecedented sense of freedom at this moment.
At the moment when her majestic mental strength made her feel in a trance,
Bibi Dong recalled the difficult time when she was an orphan,
She recalled the days before she joined the Wuhun Temple, when she had not enough to eat but insisted on eavesdropping and practicing outside the walls of the bookshop in the next village.
She recalled the day when she defied all opinions to become the undoubted choice for sainthood, and also recalled the day when she got her revenge and ascended to the papal palace filled with hatred.
She even recalled waiting day after day in order to obtain the most perfect soul ring, and it was not until a year later that she finally found the right opportunity to capture the 100,000-year-old Death Spider Emperor in one fell swoop...
"Yes, this is you, Bibi Dong."
She coughed up the blood stuck in her throat and said to herself in a hoarse voice.
In order to achieve your goal, you must do whatever it takes and do your best. In order to prove yourself and to get everything you once looked up to, you must keep pace with them, even the gods who are above you.
Bibi Dong took a slow, deep breath. The trauma she suffered earlier was slowly recovering under the influence of her soul ring.
"It seems that I can no longer ignore this fate."
Her complicated feelings for Qian Renxue are inseparable from Qian Xunji's evil deeds, but even more so from the evil thoughts released to her by the Rakshasa God all the time.
But grief, evil thoughts, and death, when did these things that were supposed to be the means of soul power start to crawl over her head unscrupulously and control her thoughts and her life?
The thing that exists in her body should not seek rebellion in the first place. She is the master of this power, even if it is a god.
From now on, she will use her own eyes to examine her relationship with her daughter Qian Renxue, and use her own heart to feel the emotions she wants to build with Qian Renxue.
Rather than being controlled like a puppet by the evil god, or being bewitched by the unknown existence that she suddenly broke free from just now.
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On the other side, Qian Renxue was brought back to the worship hall by Gu Zhi in a daze.
Her rare dull look instantly attracted Qian Daoliu's attention and concern.
"Xiaoxue...you, what's going on? Are you sad?"
Qian Daoliu hurriedly squatted next to Qian Renxue, hugged her as if she had lost her soul, patted her back gently, and asked with concern.
"..."
"But the Pope bullied you? Did she threaten you? Or hit you? Did she really attack you?!!!"
Qian Daoliu's increasingly anxious tone called Qian Renxue out of her daze.
Seeing Qian Daoliu suddenly looking furious, she quickly explained,
"That's not the case, Grandpa."
"What happened? But can you tell grandpa?"
"sure."
Qian Renxue nodded obediently, but when she thought about what she was going to say next, she was still a little shy.
"It's... it's the Pope... it's my mother... she suddenly called me Xiaoxue."
boom--
A pillar in the worship hall suddenly collapsed, and Golden Crocodile Douluo, who had been hidden behind the pillar, slowly appeared in the smoke and dust with a shocked look.
"Did...really?"
Looking at Qian Daoliu who showed a dumbfounded expression in front of her, and then at Golden Crocodile Douluo who was behind the pillar without Cang Shu, Qian Renxue felt her cheeks suddenly heat up and her heart became extremely panicked. This made Qian Renxue He couldn't help but say angrily,
"Grandpa, why are you all like this!!"
