Douluo: I was heard by Bibi Dong

With a dilapidated scene of ruins and ruins, it is difficult to imagine that this was the once glorious and sacred Wuhun City Elder Hall.

Bibi Dong proudly looked down at the dying Qiandaoliu,

"Despair? Regret? Regret that you didn't kill me in the first place."

Qian Daoliu opened his mouth, but the blood spurted out from his throat, making it very difficult to breathe.

The youthful appearance of the old man in his thirties and forties was no longer there. His face was wrinkled under his dry white hair, and he looked at Bibi Dong with dull eyes.

How can the guardian of the heir of a god fight against a god?

His proud angel suit was powerless against Bibi Dong's Rakshasa Demon Scythe.

'Well, if the disguised soul bone in Axue's hand was there, it wouldn't have collapsed so quickly.'

Qian Daoliu had long known that such a day would come. From the moment Bibi Dong killed his son, his feud with Bibi Dong was destined to end.

I thought that before Bibi Dong took action, he would successfully sacrifice to Ashue. Unexpectedly.

'It's too late, it's too late.'

Do you regret it? To say regret it, the angel clan has been destroyed from now on. The woman in front of me will not agree to Xue'er becoming a god. Maybe Xue'er will become like herself.

He wanted to look back at Qian Renxue, but his body was completely broken.

Bibi Dong only used one blow just now. If it wasn't to protect Qian Renxue, he could at least dodge it. Maybe that blow was aimed at Qian Renxue.

well……

Qian Daoliu sighed in his heart, his blood was connected, but even his blood was filled with deep hatred.

Qian Renxue stared blankly at the scene in front of her. The sudden change caused her brain to shut down. She did not expect Bibi Dong to be so decisive and to swing the knife at her without regard for her flesh and blood.

If Qian Renxue could still think at this moment, she would definitely carve out her own flesh and blood and tell herself: Don't take any chances, that woman really hates her to the core.

My twenty years of youth were ruined, like a joke,

The scene in front of her and her grandfather's injuries made her clearly feel that she was a shame to this woman as long as she lived.

Bang!

Qian Renxue hit her knees on the ground, arrogantly burying her head deep in the stones on the ground.

"Please... let my grandpa go. I will find a place where you can't see me and kill myself. I won't dirty your eyes. I will never do it again."

It was said very easily, just like chatting.

At this moment, Qian Renxue thought of Gaunt, the man who could always play tricks on her. Ever since she met him, she had never been more angry than once in her twenty years of life. As she thought about it, she suddenly laughed.

After his death, will he miss him? Will he come to find him?

It shouldn't be possible, he loves the woman in front of him, his own mother.

"cough!!"

Qian Daoliu struggled to stand up, but he used too much force and spewed out a large mouthful of blood again, making the bones of his arms crack.

"ah!"

"Bibi Dong! Xue'er will not inherit the angel clan after I die! She will not be a threat to you, so -"

Not finished yet...

"Wake up, wake up?"

‘Sister Dong’er? Sister Dong’er?’

Gunter looked at Bibi Dong who was unconscious in meditation and sighed.

Rakshasa spiritual thoughts are indeed not that simple. Bibi Dong is now addicted to his own illusion and does not want to wake up.

If she hadn't closed her heart, Gunter's voice would have reached her consciousness.

‘Who has tampered with my heart? Why was it heard by Sister Dong’er?’

Back in time, Gaunt obtained the ninth soul skill: false and true, and true and false.

This is a terrifying force that distorts reality and makes everything go as it says.

Anything can have a mirror image, and when the mirror image ripples in the water, it will distort the thing itself.

Does the distorted appearance and the reflection elongated by the light really exist?

Gaunt opened his eyes, tested his ninth soul skill, and created an 80,000-year-old right arm soul bone: the Hand of Midas.

It can turn objects it touches into gold, and 80,000 years seems to be the limit.

Then what emerged was the exhaustion that penetrated his soul. In an instant, Gunter understood clearly.

The ninth soul skill consumes soul power, and the power to activate the ninth soul skill is above the soul. From his own lack of understanding, it is: true name.

Gunter O'Dimm created a new self. He left his beautiful memories of Bibi Dong and put them into the new self.

The newly appeared Gaunt saw another self and whispered repeatedly:

"False is also true, and truth is also false. Let's turn my ability into a real wish."

"I make a wish, let myself make a wish, and the ability of the material world will be stronger!"

"I make a wish to let myself..."

"I make a wish. I want to know why Bibi Dong can hear my heart."

"I make a wish for the future..."

"I make a wish..."

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In the end, Gunter O'Dimm, who was laughing and wishing like a flower, walked towards the confused Gunter who belonged to Bibi Dong, "Let's make a deal, if you want Bibi Dong to live. This is also a little experiment of mine,

hey-hey"

Although Gunter is afraid of being unable to see through the other party, he will not trick himself.

Gunter nodded in agreement.

Then, Gunter O'Dimm closed his eyes and entered the mirror that represented the reality of the world in his consciousness.

No one knows what Gunter O'Dimm was thinking at that moment, and even those who stayed behind don't know.

Time returned to the present, and Gunter put his hand on Bibi Dong's chest.

"The transaction was successful." Gunter said softly.

Bibi Dong opened her eyes, the pupils and whites of her eyes were already dark, and dark evil thoughts came out of her eyes and mouth. These were the simple evil thoughts in Bibi Dong's body that eliminated the Rakshasa's divine power.

Those living and dead, everyone's dirty thoughts in the past twenty years entered Gunter's mouth from Bibi Dong's mouth.

I don't know how much time passed, but Bibi Dong collapsed on the ground. Gunter opened his eyes, his pupils were dark, and his face was like a demon. There were black lines on his face, as if there were evil thoughts in his blood.

‘The transaction was successful.’ Another voice of his own seemed to come from the bottom of his heart, and the terrifying thoughts in Gunter’s consciousness receded like a tide.

"Huh~huh~, I'm scared to death. Sister Dong'er, sister Dong'er, are you okay?"

It looked like Bibi Dong simply fainted, and there was nothing that could be done for the time being.

"My eighth soul skill: Mirror Deal. My ninth soul skill: What's fake is also real, and sometimes what's real is fake. It's all gone, damn! Even devils don't trust their word!"

Gunter cursed, but still held Bibi Dong in his arms. In the Douluo world, without Tang San, the thousands of soul skills he still possessed were enough.

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A hundred years later.

"Grandpa Tang, what happened next, what happened next? What happened to the Pope's daughter?"

Soul guidance technology is prevalent, the children are all wearing neat school uniforms, and the surrounding Holy Soul Village is no longer dilapidated.

Tang San, who was over a hundred years old, stroked his white beard: "I'm afraid I have to ask the person involved. Some people said that she committed suicide as she fulfilled her promise. Others said that Bibi Dong spared her life and even took her to the gods.

boundary…"

"Grandpa Tang, let's talk about one more thing, about the mysterious Mirror Master."

Despite the children shouting, Tang San remained silent. The adults around him heard the sound and came over to check their breathing.

"Village Chief Tang has passed away."

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"Tang San, died at the age of one hundred and twenty-five. Because his wife died, he never married. He was pure and pure, and loyal. For hundreds of years, he devoted himself to the vigorous development of our Holy Soul Town. Your noble character will always live in Holy Soul.

In our hearts, I wish you rest in peace.

————Martial Soul Calendar Year 102" (To be continued)