Douluo: New system every month, pit Tang San at the beginning

He directly told the other party his purpose in the simplest words.

Half an hour later, in the meeting hall of the Pope's Palace.

Yu Xiaogang quietly drank the fine tea and waited quietly.

He was the only one in the thousands-square-meter Nuo Da meeting hall.

Yu Xiaogang's eyes were always focused on the fragrant tea in his hand.

He never even took a second look at the magnificent things around him.

He just waited quietly.

The three-meter-high arch opened.

A soft voice sounded outside the door.

"You guys are waiting outside. No one is allowed to disturb you without my order."

"Yes."

Yu Xiaogang finally shifted his gaze away from Xiang Ming.

Looking towards the door of the meeting hall.

The door opened and a woman came in from the outside.

He was not tall, wearing an elegant black robe with gold patterns and a nine-curve purple gold crown on his head.

He holds a scepter about two meters long and inlaid with countless gems.

Fair skin and almost perfect face.

It makes her look so different.

Especially the invisible nobility and holiness that emanates from him.

It is even more difficult to help but feel the emotion of worshiping him.

Yu Xiaogang was sitting. After the woman walked into the door, she also stopped.

The two people's eyes collided in the air.

No sparks flew.

There was something more in Yu Xiaogang's indifferent gaze.

There are apologies and memories, but more of it is disappointment.

The woman's eyes suddenly showed complex changes.

She looks to be only about thirty years old.

But in fact, she is one year older than Yu Xiaogang.

He is already over fifty years old.

The scepter in his hand fell to the ground.

There was a slight ding sound.

"You're here." The soft and pleasant voice can easily make people feel like they are bathed in spring breeze.

But Yu Xiaogang's gaze became difficult because of this.

He stood up with his hands on the table in front of him, turned to the woman,

"Yes, I'm here, are you okay?"

A faint smile appeared on the woman's face.

"What's wrong with being above ten thousand people?"

"As the ruler of the Spirit Hall, even the emperors of the two empires have to show some courtesy to me when they see me."

"Do you think anything bad will happen to me?"

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

"Bibi Dong?"

"If you hadn't said it, I would have almost forgotten the name."

"Please call me Pope, or Your Majesty."

"I am no longer the silly Bibi Dong.

The woman in front of me looks gentle and beautiful.

He is the current supreme ruler of the Spirit Hall.

The goal of all soul masters’ pilgrimage—the Pope!
She is the youngest pope in the history of Wuhun Palace, taking over the position of pope before she was forty years old.

At first, many people expressed doubts.

over time.

Under her hard work, the Spirit Hall developed more rapidly and became more united.

Many people already believe that she will be the most outstanding pope in Wuhun Palace.

"Yes, His Majesty the Pope."

Yu Xiaogang's pupils shrank a little.

A trace of pain flowed out of his eyes.

He turned around and walked to where he had been sitting before.

Holding the fragrant tea in hand, the whole person seemed to be trapped in the memories of the past.

Looking at Yu Xiaogang's back, the indifference in Bibi Dong's eyes disappeared.

A hint of pity flashed across her eyes.

She raised her foot, as if she wanted to move forward, but she stopped in the end.

"Why did you come to see me?"

(End of this chapter)