Douluo: Protect Our Soul Hall

Bibi Dong looked solemn, opened and closed her red lips, and spoke her first speech after being crowned Pope.

The voice is cold, melodious, noble, sacred, and solemn. It is also blessed with deep soul power and spreads far away, constantly echoing in the air.

She did not have a long speech, only a brief declaration of succession.

unimportant.

Because in the eyes of everyone.

At this time, Bibi Dong was so stunningly beautiful, noble, elegant, and indifferent. It seemed that all kinds of beautiful words could be applied to her.

Although she is no longer young, the traces of time seem to have not left on her body.

Especially the invisible nobility and sanctity exuding from her body makes people unable to help but feel the emotion of worshiping her.

As soon as Bibi Dong's speech ended.

The two elders in front of the temple were the first to kneel down on one knee, followed by the guardian knights of Wuhun Palace and all the other soul masters belonging to Wuhun Palace, all kneeling down to salute.

The next moment, the shouts of mountains and tsunamis sounded in unison.

"Long live His Majesty the Pope! Long live! Long live!"

The eyes of all the soul masters belonging to Wuhun Palace were full of fanaticism.

On the balcony, Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes were flowing. It was her first time to experience such a spectacular scene.

"This is the authority granted by the Pope."

When Bibi Dong was in a complicated mood, she could not help but feel surges of emotion and a feeling of sacredness and solemnity.

There is no other woman in this world who can do what I have done.

I must hold on tightly and control Wuhun Palace in my own hands.

When the time comes, Qianjia, Qiandaoliu...

Haha, you can never control me again.

My destiny can only be decided by myself.

With her mind spinning, Bibi Dongyu couldn't help but hold the papal scepter tighter.

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After the Pope's coronation ceremony.

Bibi Dong returned to the Pope's Palace.

Everything in the meeting hall of the Papal Palace, which covers an area of ​​thousands of square meters, seemed very empty.

On the high platform above, the original golden papal throne, which was engraved with angels in relief, has been replaced by a noble and gorgeous pale purple couch.

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

It cannot be ordinary or tacky, it must be gorgeous and noble.

Bibi Dong doesn't like gold, and things that Qian Xunji has sat on make her angry when she looks at them, and she doesn't want to touch them.

I didn't turn it into powder with a single palm of my hand, which was considered very restrained.

She ignored the objections of the Elder Hall and simply changed her.

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

Bibi Dong slumped her curvaceous body on the newly replaced soft throne, her slender jade legs were crossed and raised, one hand pressed against her smooth chin, and the other hand gently pinched the center of her eyebrows.

She closed her eyes tightly and frowned slightly, as if something was making her feel uncomfortable.

At this moment.

The more than ten-meter-high door of the meeting hall of the Papal Palace opened.

A small golden figure walked in.

The person who came was a girl about 1.5 meters tall and about nine years old.

The girl is wearing a simple and elegant one-piece princess dress made of gold silk without excessive pattern decoration.

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

Her long golden hair was spread casually behind her back and was not combed carefully.

It is none other than the young master of Wuhun Palace, Qian Renxue.

Because what he awakened was a god-level martial spirit seraphim with an innate soul power of level 20, his talent was unprecedentedly high.

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

Therefore, not many people in Wuhun Palace know about her existence.

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

Qian Renxue is well protected and rarely appears in crowded places.

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

But she could only stay in the worship hall and could not participate in the coronation ceremony.

Qian Renxue specially made a delicate rosewood jade comb, on which a pair of tiny names and portraits were carefully carved, which were those of her and her mother Bibi Dong.

Packaged in a beautiful pink and purple gift box.

She knew her mother liked purple.

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

Although her long golden hair is also beautiful.

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

Qian Renxue wanted to give this carefully crafted gift to her mother in person.

She struggled for a long time.

In the end, I made up my mind to come to congratulate my mother and give myself and my mother a chance to repair the stiff relationship between them.

Qian Renxue holds a gift box in her hand.

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

Soon, she arrived in front of the papal throne.

She stood there slim and graceful, with a pair of beautiful blue eyes as clear as gems, fixedly staring at the beautiful figure sitting on the throne, which was a combination of nobility, elegance, tranquility and sacredness.

Finally I saw my mother again.

In her impression, since she was sensible, she had only seen her mother a handful of times.

The most recent time was three years ago.

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

Qian Renxue looked at Bibi Dong's figure.

My mother is still so beautiful, no, she is even more beautiful than before.

The anxiety in Qian Renxue's heart gradually dissipated, and the joy on her face was beyond words. An indescribable affection filled her heart. Water mist appeared in her blue eyes, making her eyes wet.

She stood there blankly.

He began to imagine that after repairing the relationship with his mother, he would cuddle up in her arms and enjoy her love to the fullest.

However, 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 as cold as ice.

Her pale purple eyes looked at Qian Renxue, who was standing blankly below, and a complex look flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes.

But it was soon replaced by utter disgust.

She sensed an aura that belonged exclusively to the angelic martial spirit, which made her mood suddenly drop to freezing point, and even the surrounding air began to become much colder.

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

Her heart tightened and she was a little flustered. She pursed her lips tightly and opened them. With a hint of crying, she shouted: "Mother!"

"roll!"

Hearing those two words, Bibi Dong's emotions were completely detonated. She stood up with a smile on her face and blurted out a cold word.

"I..." Qian Renxue swayed twice when she heard this, and took half a step back. Her pretty face turned pale, and she was in disbelief for a moment.

The gift box in my hand fell to the ground without even noticing.

She hadn't done anything or said anything, yet she was treated so coldly.

"Why? Why do you do 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, she said a few cold words and turned away.

Finally, Qian Renxue couldn't hold it any longer and cried loudly. Tears flowed out of her eyes unsatisfactorily, like a river bursting its banks, which could no longer be stopped.

She ran out crying.

Keep your head down, run in one direction, no matter what, keep running.

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