Inside the Papal Palace.
The outside noise was completely isolated.
Bibi Dong looked at the figure beside her, her face full of a gentle smile.
Qian Renjue won more beautifully than she had imagined.
She reached out and took Qian Renjue's arm.
"Jue, well done."
"Mom didn't know that my baby son was already so strong."
Qian Renjue gently grasped her jade hand and let her sit on the throne.
"I still have a long way to go, I haven't caught up with Mom's pace yet."
"Humph! How old are you? Thinking of surpassing Mom already?"
Bibi Dong snorted softly, glared at Qian Renjue, and patted the seat next to her.
"Come sit here."
"Yes."
Qian Renjue nodded slightly.
Sitting next to Bibi Dong, he let her jade hand pinch his cheek.
"No matter how strong I am, I am still Mom's child."
"Good that you know!"
Bibi Dong smiled slightly, staring at Qian Renjue's handsome face, her red lips parted.
She hesitated.
She leaned gently on Qian Renjue's shoulder.
Perhaps she wouldn't get any accurate information if she directly asked Qian Renjue.
Tap tap!
In the empty Papal Palace, there was a soft sound of footsteps.
Light and shadow were projected on the ground.
Chrysanthemum Douluo stood at the side door without stepping in or showing his face.
A respectful voice came.
"Your Majesty, the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School wants to see His Highness the Holy Son."
Bibi Dong raised her head, her nose lightly touching his handsome face.
Her vermilion lips parted slightly, hot air and fragrant wind wafted, and her delicate voice sounded faintly.
"Jue, it seems you have to accompany your little fiancée."
Qian Renjue felt a little itchy and tilted his head.
He ordered outside: "Elder Ju, let her wait for me in the side hall for a moment."
"Yes."
Chrysanthemum Douluo immediately responded.
The light and shadow dissipated, and the soft footsteps grew farther and farther away.
"Mom..."
Qian Renjue turned his head to look at Bibi Dong, his eyes showing a request.
"Go, that girl is quite intelligent, be considerate of her."
Bibi Dong gently instructed.
She raised her two jade hands and straightened Qian Renjue's collar.
"Yes, I will."
Qian Renjue smiled.
As long as Ning Rongrong wasn't too willful, he would of course be willing to accommodate her.
Rouge lightly touched his cheek.
Qian Renjue stood up and walked out of the Papal Palace.
Bibi Dong pursed her slightly hot lips.
Looking at Qian Renjue's back, her eyes showed reluctance, and then turned cold.
Her white and tender earlobes trembled slightly.
Confirming that Qian Renjue had left the hall.
Bibi Dong's thin lips parted slightly, vaguely carrying a bit of meanness, and said coldly:
"Ghost!"
The Sen Leng voice echoed in the Papal Palace.
Ghostly shadows permeated the hall, and Ghost Douluo stood at the foot of the steps with a solemn expression.
He bowed slightly, not daring to be presumptuous in the slightest.
He didn't know how long it had been since Her Majesty the Pope had been so gloomy and terrifying.
Ghost Douluo had some guesses in his heart.
What made his own Pope so behave was most likely someone in the square just now.
"Go! Call Ling Yuan to come see me."
Bibi Dong instructed with a cold face.
If she didn't figure it out, she wouldn't be able to sleep peacefully.
Damn bitch! Why are you still haunting me! Dare to stare at her son?
You're simply courting death!
"Yes, this subordinate will do it now."
Ghost Douluo bowed and responded, quickly turning into a ghostly shadow and leaving the Papal Palace.
Bibi Dong rubbed her eyebrows.
Qian Renjue seemed to recognize that bitch's appearance, which made her feel confused.
Bibi Dong didn't want to make things difficult for Jue.
But that bitch...
She's not worthy!
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Papal Palace side hall.
Sword Douluo had already taken off his Title Douluo's big red robe.
He also took back the big gemstone that Ning Rongrong was playing with.
He accompanied Ning Fengzhi sitting at the table drinking hot tea.
And Ning Rongrong was standing at the door, looking forward like a gazing stone.
"Rongrong, sit down and have a drink of water."
Ning Fengzhi looked at his good daughter who was frantically turning her elbows outward, his face full of depression.
This little cotton-padded jacket wouldn't send out the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, would she?
Ning Fengzhi was really a little scared.
"Rongrong isn't thirsty, I want to wait for Holy Son Gege to come and feed Rongrong to drink."
Ning Rongrong squatted down with her petite body.
Resting her chin with her hands, she looked in the direction of the main hall.
"……"
Ning Fengzhi shook his head helplessly, feeling even more uneasy in his heart.
Sword Douluo silently drank tea.
He and Old Bone had now become Rongrong Little Princess's substitutes when she was bored.
But he didn't have time to think about this now.
But asked in confusion:
"Fengzhi, is the Holy Son's martial soul really a six-winged angel?"
"Hmm?"
Ning Fengzhi was stunned, regained his senses and focused.
"What do you mean, Sword Uncle?"
Sword Douluo's expression was solemn. He slowly explained.
"The six-winged angel martial soul doesn't seem to have wind, lightning, or space attributes, does it?"
"This..."
Ning Fengzhi realized belatedly and frowned.
He had a lot of research on martial souls, and it was easy to analyze the pros and cons.
If it was said... that these were all attributes from additional soul rings.
It seemed too powerful.
If it was a soul bone.
He and Sword Douluo wouldn't fail to notice the special fluctuations of the soul bone.
Ning Fengzhi smiled helplessly and said:
"Sword Uncle, you really asked me a difficult question."
"Holy Son Gege is here!"
Before the two could communicate further, Ning Rongrong's crisp cheers came from the doorway.
The two raised their eyes to look.
Ning Rongrong's petite body quickly attacked, holding the tea that Ning Fengzhi had poured for her.
In the confused gazes of Sword Douluo and the others.
She quickly ran back to the door.
That golden figure arrived as promised.
His face wore a smile that was more sincere and approachable than Ning Fengzhi's.
"Holy Son Gege!"
Qian Renjue had just stepped into the hall.
Ning Rongrong happily held the hot tea, her face full of infatuation.
"Rongrong..."
Qian Renjue called out with a smile.
Ning Rongrong nodded happily, as if welcoming a returning husband.
She raised her head and smiled, diligently offering the hot tea.
"Holy Son Gege, drink tea quickly, Rongrong has already cooled it down."
"……"
Hearing Ning Rongrong's voice.
The tea in Ning Fengzhi's mouth became extremely bitter, and his face turned black.
What did Rongrong just say?
Let Qian Renjue feed her to drink!
But what is this now?! Backstabbing her trusting old father...!
"Haha... Thank you, Rongrong."
Qian Renjue took the tea, opened it, and took two sips.
Looking at Ning Rongrong's delicate appearance still holding her hands, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
He reached out and rubbed Ning Rongrong's hair.
"I can hold it myself."
"Yes, yes, Holy Son Gege was so majestic and amazing just now!"
"Rongrong likes it so much!"
Ning Rongrong waved her fists excitedly, holding Qian Renjue's outstretched hand with both hands.
She vowed:
"Rongrong will work hard to cultivate and help Holy Son Gege become even more powerful!"
"Yes, I believe Rongrong."
Qian Renjue couldn't help but smile.
He took her little hand and walked towards Ning Fengzhi, greeting him with a smile.
"Uncle Ning, Senior Chenxin..."
"……"
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At the same time.
Ling Yuan had rushed to the Papal Palace in a hurry.
As soon as she entered, she felt a chill, feeling suspicious and not understanding what was happening.
I wish you all a happy life!
