Chapter 138 Bibi Dong regretted it, regretted not locking Jiang Nian up...
Qian Renxue blushed slightly, not daring to look into Jiang Nian's eyes again.
She had clearly said her leg was injured.
But when he pulled it open, it was even whiter and smoother than after a bath.
Their eyes met, and she now wished she could leave this place.
"Cough cough... I said... I said it doesn't hurt anymore, do you believe me?"
The little golden retriever pursed his lips, lowering his head like a child who had done something wrong, waiting for the teacher's punishment.
"I don't believe you."
Jiang Nian continued to play with... oh no, to examine.
He checked every part thoroughly, trying to leave no stone unturned!
A few minutes later.
Qian Renxue kicked him in the face, got up in shame and anger, put on her shoes, and increased her movement speed by two hundred percent.
Hmm, isn't this much stronger than a soul skill?
Jiang Nian followed behind, a smile on his lips as he watched the sulking little golden retriever.
A few wisps of white steam rose from his head, his hair standing on end, looking like a new hairstyle.
She stopped, and he stopped too.
She left, and he left too.
Just like that, she couldn't hold back any longer.
"Putting the facts aside, I just wanted to... just wanted to be lazy, and you actually spanked me!"
"Won't you bully me badly later?"
"Hmph!"
Jiang Nian looked at the little golden retriever with her hands on her hips, his smile widening.
He poked her cheek, making it puff up even more.
The more he poked, the more excited he became.
Finally, his finger was bitten, and his brow furrowed slightly.
Wait, why is she sticking out her little tongue?
Is she trying to tickle him to death?
"Let go."
"Hmph!"
Qian Renxue hesitated for a moment, seeing Jiang Nian's serious expression, she opened her little mouth and let him leave.
"Okay, I apologize, okay?"
"I'll treat you to dinner later."
He rubbed her head, the little golden retriever scoffed, turned around, and leaned against his elbow.
"I'll let you off this time for the sake of the food."
"Okay, I'll treat you, you pay."
"Alright, but I'm going to eat my fill! I'll eat you out of house and home, you bad guy."
"Mmm."
The little golden retriever didn't seem to realize the seriousness of the situation. After rubbing against him, her anger subsided considerably, and she even became more dependent on him afterward.
She didn't know why, but she always felt that Jiang Nian was bad, yet she was becoming more and more dependent on him.
What a cunning man!
The two figures slowly disappeared.
Not long after, a strong and burly man in black looked at the traces of the fight on the ground, and his heart couldn't help but ripple.
"Two Soul Emperors, they actually killed Zhao Wuji so easily?"
"Well, this guy had a grudge against me too, so he's dead..."
"However... I, Titan, must avenge my son and grandson!"
A deep resentment appeared in the man's eyes as he looked at Jiang Nian and Qian Renxue, who had been gone for some time. His body remained hidden in the darkness, waiting for an opportunity to strike.
Unbeknownst to him, four Title Douluos had already noticed him, but none of them made a move.
"Do you think His Highness the Holy Son can defeat Titan? That old man's strength is astonishing; even a weaker Title Douluo might not be able to defeat him," Yue Guan said calmly, flicking his finger.
"If the two of them team up, they should be able to escape... but if they try to defeat him head-on, it will be very difficult," Gui Mei shook his head, feeling he had overestimated Jiang Nian's strength.
Against a Soul Master like Titan, who was considered very strong even among Soul Douluos, there was basically no chance of victory.
Unless, of course, he possessed some power that he didn't know about.
"Let them practice; if they really can't beat him, then we'll step in."
"Okay."
The Spirit Hall.
Despite the sweltering summer heat, the entire Papal Palace felt unusually cold and oppressive.
The elders knew that the Pope before them was in a bad mood, and it had been going on for quite some time, "Leave," Bibi Dong waved her hand, her eyes weary.
Everyone quickly left, unwilling to linger in such a stifling atmosphere, fearing they might offend His Holiness the Pope.
Soon, only one woman remained standing in the entire hall.
She had fiery red curly hair, a slender and well-proportioned figure, and her chest rose and fell slightly.
Her fair face was without a single wrinkle; one would mistake her for someone in their early twenties.
"Ling Yuan, do you think I've been a terrible teacher?" Bibi Dong looked at the ceiling, somewhat bewildered.
She didn't know how many months Jiang Nian had been gone, only that 2163 hours had passed since she last saw her little disciple.
The longing in her heart had long since transformed from a stream into a boundless ocean.
Looking at her fingers, she unconsciously began to move them.
"Um... Your Majesty, I've seen all the hard work you've put into training him. The Holy Son is just traveling; he's not not coming back, is he?"
"Perhaps he's already preparing to return to the Spirit Hall."
Ling Yuan Douluo said calmly, glancing at the absent-minded Pope, muttering to herself. He's just a disciple; why is she missing him so much every day?
Losing her appetite and sleep... you'd think they were lovers... even mothers don't miss their sons this much!
"What if he really... really isn't coming back?"
Ling Yuan Douluo: "..."
Bibi Dong ignored the woman below the stage, simply gazing at the ceiling, her mind flashing back to her and Jiang Nian's moments together.
People say that only unhappy people frequently reminisce about the past.
When sleeping, she always thinks of things she regrets, then endlessly replays them, even fantasizing about how she could have changed the bad ending...
Bibi Dong regretted it.
She regretted not locking him in the secret chamber directly, not completely taking action.
She had only tasted it; there were still many steps to unlock.
And her little apprentice had been gone for 2163 hours.
How could she accept this?!
"Why aren't you saying anything?" Bibi Dong frowned slightly, looking at her with some displeasure.
"I..."
Ye Lingyuan felt wronged; she really didn't know what to say.
After a long pause, she finally spoke.
"How about... I go outside and look for the Holy Son for His Holiness the Pope? So he can return sooner?"
Bibi Dong pondered for a moment, then sighed softly, "Never mind, let that kid play by himself."
With that, she got up and left the Papal Palace.
Her back looked very weary.
Soon, Bibi Dong returned to her courtyard.
Entering the second bedroom, she gazed at the staircase leading directly to the basement, her eyes dark.
"Little Nian, grow up quickly..."
"This is the place your teacher has left for you; I hope you can accept it happily."
"But it's okay if you're not happy..."
The woman lowered her head and touched her lower abdomen, suddenly recalling some memories.
Slowly, her pretty face flushed, her legs went weak, and she unconsciously walked downstairs.
In the dimly lit room, she lay on the bed, imagining the future she once dreamed of.
Her delicate hand searched for something beside her, finally grasping it.
"It should... be like this..."
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