Douluo: Peerless Tang Sect, Angel and Rakshasa Return

Chapter 230—Pope Gown vs. Low-x Evening Gown

"Dress up and show up~Dress up and show up~"

Qian Lingjun muttered while rummaging through his best clothes in his closet.

But it's a pity that her clothes are either unwearable or not luxurious enough.

After a while, there were piles of clothes as big as small hills lying on her bed.

Not finding any suitable clothes, Qian Lingjun sat down on the bed and lay on his back, lying in pieces.

"Well, these clothes don't seem to fit! Why don't you just wear them casually?"

Thinking about this, Qian Lingjun took out the most oppressive set of attire from ten thousand years ago from the storage soul guide - the Pope's attire of Wuhun Palace.

Speaking of which, this outfit seemed to have been specially made for her by Qian Renxue, and it cost a lot of money!

After locking the door and putting on a dress that could still be said to be luxurious and novel even after thousands of years, Qian Lingjun looked at herself in the mirror in trance.

Wearing a luxurious black robe with gold patterns, and the nine-curved purple gold crown she held in her hand.

This set of gold-patterned dress is specially woven from the silk of the Misty Demon Spider in the Misty Forest.

The dazzling dress is shining with precious lights, and there are more than a hundred red, blue and gold gemstones on it.

Qian Lingyun tentatively put on the purple gold crown held in her arms, which made her look even more radiant.

Her fair skin, dark red eyes, and almost perfect appearance, coupled with the looming black airflow on her body, made her look so unique.

Especially the invisible evil charm and madness exuding from his body, it is even more unbearable to feel awed.

"It looks pretty good, but this scepter is too annoying to hold, so I'd better not hold it!"

With a long sigh, Qian Lingjun took back the matching scepter. After simply tidying up the room, she straightened her expression, strode out of the room, and followed the address on the back of the invitation. In front of the four enshrined gates.

After a brief glance, Qian Lingjun discovered that... Si Chongfeng's residence was a small, lonely castle.

Hundreds of meters around are empty, and it seems that even the cruel evil spirit master seems to avoid this aunt like the plague.

Qian Lingjun had no idea about such a strange situation. She was silent for a while and found Zhang Peng who was wiping the newly purchased soul tool.

Seeing the red invitation card in Qian Lingjun's hand, Zhang Peng seemed to be facing a formidable enemy. He hurriedly put down the soul guide in his hand, hurried forward, and asked in surprise, "That woman... sent you an invitation card?"

"Ah! Is this what you're talking about?" Qian Lingjun raised the invitation in his hand and handed it over, puzzled: "This Fourth Enshrinement...do you have any questions?"

"She!"

Speaking of this, Zhang Peng's expression seemed a little complicated. He organized his words with difficulty and said:

"She is good at everything, but she is too good at 'being a person'!"

"Being a good person is also a shortcoming? It doesn't make sense!" Qian Lingjun looked at Zhang Peng suspiciously and asked, "Mr. Zhang, tell me honestly, what kind of person is she?"

"It's useless to say more, I can only say that although I haven't had any contact with her for many years, but...if she persuades you to eat, you still...cough cough, pay attention!"

With that said, Zhang Peng slipped away, leaving Qian Lingjun standing there in confusion, at a loss.

After estimating the time in the dark underground palace, it was almost time for dinner. In desperation, Qian Lingyun had no choice but to return to this lonely small castle again.

Boom boom boom!
Three dull noises cut through the silence like ripples caused by a falling stone in a pond.

"She must be a saint!"

An ethereal and lonely female voice came from the empty castle!

"The door is open, please come in!"

"it is good……"

Qian Lingjun, who came to the door for the first time, was obviously a little restrained. She put her hand on the doorknob and shook it lightly, and pushed open the closed door a little cautiously!
Not surprisingly, Si Zongfeng's residence was the same as the rooms of most evil soul masters. It was pitch black and there was no habit of lighting a lamp at all.

"If you feel dark, there is a switch for the soul guide light on the left hand side of the door."

The ethereal female voice came again, very caringly pointing out a bright way for Qian Lingjun who was groping forward in the dark.

He is indeed a good person. How did such a considerate person come to be a worshiper in the Holy Spirit Church?

Thinking about it, Qian Lingyun felt a little regretful.

With a snap, the light cord at the door was pulled open, and the brilliant white soul guide light instantly illuminated the entire foyer as bright as day.

Under the illumination of the soul guide light, Qian Lingjun looked at the various furniture in the room and was stunned for a moment.

A hat rack made of diamond mammoth skulls inlaid with diamonds, a whole stripped dragon skin carpet, and a black-style shoe cabinet made of a whole demon-eyed tree.

All of these things told Qian Lingjun that the four priests' aesthetics were very close to their own.

After picking up the row of handles carved from secret magic soul bones on the shoe cabinet and admiring them for a while, the voices of the four worshipers came again: "If you like the saint, just play with them! They are just small things anyway. It’s just something.”

"!"

Qian Lingyun just woke up like a dream, coughed a few times in embarrassment, and hurriedly walked deeper into the house.

"Saint, the restaurant is on the second floor!"

As soon as she reached the stairs, the voices of the four worshippers came suddenly, as if Qian Lingjun knew everything from the moment she walked in.

Stepping on the steps polished by the bones of unknown creatures and walking up to the second floor, the first thing you see is a black iron door that is concealed.

From the other end of the crack in the door, there were many people's chaotic breathing.

Could it be that she invited many people, not just me?Wouldn't it be inappropriate for me to go in now?

Qian Lingjun thought this, but the strong sense of curiosity deep in her heart still drove her to push open the ajar black door.

Different from the restrained style of the foyer, the design of the four-shrine restaurant is in the style of a medieval royal palace with a Gothic style.

Behind the black door is an even more empty room. The four offerings seem to have opened up the partitions between the three floors into one, making this private dining room look very empty.

And this door is just in the middle of the second floor.

The only way to reach the ground level is a staircase without handrails that spirals downwards to the restaurant on the lower level.

Looking down from the stairs, whether it is the deliberately closed gold embroidered curtains or the semi-circular arc-shaped high-back chairs next to the dining table, they all have a uniform dark black background.

There were eight chairs around the long table, three on the left and one on the front, and one on the front. Except for the chair facing the door, it was empty, and the other chairs were covered with a thick layer of black cloth.

The only thing that is different from the surrounding dark-colored facilities is the red-haired woman lying in the middle of the white tablecloth.

Her long bloody red hair was scattered on the white tablecloth, and fell vertically along the edge of the table, as if blood was flowing down the table along her body.

Noticing Qian Lingjun's surprised gaze, the woman lying flat on the dining table didn't care. She just turned her head slightly and pursed her lips at Qian Lingjun with a smile.

"The saint's clothes are really nice. If I remember correctly, this should be a special costume from Douluo Continent thousands of years ago. Only people with extremely high status can wear it!"

(End of this chapter)