Douluo: Being spoiled by Big Brother Tang San

Chapter 387 See the Pope

Dugu Bo disappeared into the carriage halfway, obviously going back to Tang Sect.

Such an important matter should not be leaked out.

What's more, the title Douluo's speed is very fast, and Dugu Bo first discovered the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Eye.

By the way, let him go back to the Shrek Academy.

Now that Thunder Douluo and Sword Douluo are here, there is no one in the Blue Lightning Overlord Dragon Sect.

With only one Bone Douluo around, Tang Jiulu was a little worried.

Just having this opportunity, Dugu Bo was also very interested in this cultivation pill, and he didn't feel that running errands was a shameful thing at all.

On the contrary, Dai Mubai and the others looked at Tang Jiulu with a trace of strangeness in their eyes.

Unknowingly, Jiu Lu was able to command Title Douluo.

Looking at the Sovereign and Title Douluo sitting around, she and Tang San were treated as equals.

Although they were not a few levels behind Tang Jiulu and Tang San in terms of spirit power, it felt like Tang San was one step behind Tang Jiulu in such matters.

But after such an encounter, everyone has also raised their vigilance towards Wuhundian.

When they arrived at Wuhun City, they had to put up all their energy.

This time, we must win the finals.

At this time, the master in civilian clothes had already entered Wuhun City.

At his age, with soul power only in the [-]s, he naturally wouldn't attract the attention of others.

The master didn't stop for a moment, and walked towards the Pope's Palace.

"stop!"

Two Templar Knights in silver armor raised their spears and stood in front of Grandmaster.

Beside them, a hundred knights instantly raised their swords.

"This is the forbidden area of ​​Wuhun City, if you take a step closer, you will be killed."

The huge soul power and momentum were instantly suppressed.

There is a square in front of the Wuhun Hall, and many people will pass by. When they saw this scene, they stopped involuntarily.

"Another person who doesn't know what to do."

"Even if you worship His Majesty the Pope, you can't just step forward and want to go in!"

"Aren't there few people like this? Didn't they execute one a few days ago? It is said that they are talking about His Holiness the Pope every night..."

Those people all had mocking expressions on their faces, wanting to see this person being driven away by the knights.

The master's expression was still the same as usual, and he raised his hand indifferently.

In his hand, he held a token of the Spirit Hall.

The leader of a palace guard suddenly froze. Although he had never seen this person before, it was definitely not a simple person who could come with the token of the Wuhun Temple.

He immediately stepped forward and looked at the token carefully.

When he saw the six patterns on the token, he couldn't help but shudder, and with a "plop", he immediately knelt down on one knee.

"See elder!"

The two knights who stopped the master immediately retracted their spears, and together with a hundred other knights, they knelt down neatly on one knee.

"See elder!"

When the idlers around saw this scene, their eyeballs almost fell out in surprise.

"He, who is he?"

"Can you make the Knights of the Temple kneel down? My God!"

The master ignored the surprise of those people, and just said lightly, "Take me to see the Pope."

Half an hour later, in the deliberation hall of the Pope's Palace, the master sat quietly on a chair, sipping high-quality fragrant tea while waiting.

He was the only one in the huge conference hall at this moment.

But he still waited quietly without arrogance or impetuosity.

The three-meter-high arch slowly opened, and a soft female voice sounded outside the door.

"You are waiting outside, without my order, no one can come in to disturb you."

"Yes!"

The master slowly raised his head and looked towards the gate.

A woman walked in from outside.

With a slender figure, he was wearing a luxurious black robe with gold trim, and a nine-curved purple gold crown on his head.

Fair skin coupled with a nearly perfect face, as well as the invisible elegance exuded from the body, made people hold their breath.

In her hand, a silver-white scepter inlaid with countless precious stones was tapped on the ground, as if it was tapped in a person's heart.

The door closed slowly behind her, and she just looked at the master like this, with complicated expressions in her eyes.

The master put down the teacup in his hand, and moved his eyes to her.

The eyes of the two met, but there was no spark in the collision.

A faint breath permeated the air, and there was only a trace of memory in the master's eyes, and more of a sense of loss.

The woman sighed slightly, "You are here."

The voice was very soft, like a spring breeze warming the entire hall.

The master closed his eyes slightly, stood up, opened his mouth with difficulty, and asked, "Yes, I'm here, you... are you okay?"

The woman restrained the complexity in her eyes, and showed an indifferent smile, "There is nothing wrong with being above ten thousand people."

"As the ruler of the Spirit Hall, even the emperors of the two great empires have to give me three points of courtesy. Do you think there is anything wrong with me?"

The master sighed, what can he say, it's not that he never came to look for her back then, it's just that with his strength, he couldn't see her at all.

"Bibi Dong, I know, the pain in your heart..."

"Heh, Bibi Dong? If you didn't call it out, I would have forgotten this name."

She sighed and looked at the ceiling, she was gentle one second, and extravagant the next second, "Now, please call me Pope, or, call me, Your Majesty."

"I am no longer the Bibi Dong I was back then."

The master's pupils narrowed slightly, and the pain disappeared in a flash. He clenched his hands into fists, put them on his chest, and saluted slightly, "Yes, Your Majesty the Pope."

Bibi Dong walked towards her seat, and when she turned her back to the master, the indifference in her eyes disappeared, and then she had a trace of unbearable and complicated expressions.

But she suppressed the emotions in her heart, and when she turned around, she had recovered her previous indifference.

"You came to me, what's the matter?"

Her voice was calm, "It seems like we haven't seen each other for 20 years."

The master took a deep breath, calmed down for a while, and then said loudly, "Your Majesty the Pope, I have something to ask for this visit."

"Oh?" Bibi Dong looked at the master with a little surprise, "You will beg me? This doesn't seem to be your style, it seems that time can indeed change a person."

She closed her eyes slightly, and said lightly, "Tell me, what's the matter?"

The master squeezed his fists, "I want you to let my disciples go. They are the demonstrators of all my theories. I have no children in my life, and they are like my children."

"If you hadn't come back back then, maybe our children would have grown up like this..."

The master closed his eyes in pain, how uncomfortable he was when he knew the truth.

He should have desperately wanted to see her.

However, if you miss it, you miss it.

Now for Tang San and Tang Jiulu, he would not hesitate to play the family card or make him kneel down.

Bibi Dong's pupils shrank slightly, and the hand on the handle of the chair suddenly tightened.

(End of this chapter)