Boom—
Looking at the cold smile full of anger on Bibi Dong's stunning face, Dai Yao's heart went off with a boom, as if a shell had exploded inside him. His mind froze solid.
A few beads of cold sweat seeped out on his forehead. He tried to struggle one last time and forced a smile. "Your Holiness, what are you talking about? What God Envoy?"
"Do I need to spell it out? From the first day you, Dai Yao, left, I could no longer enter the Rakshasa God Trial. Until you came back today, that connection to the trial world returned."
"Tell me, if that God Envoy wasn't you, then who was it?"
Bibi Dong withdrew her jade foot and slowly crouched down. As she spoke, she drew closer and closer to Dai Yao. The anger on her breathtaking face grew heavier and heavier, her full chest rising and falling nonstop. Clearly, she was far from mildly angry.
Back in Zombie World, she had trusted that fabricated God Envoy so much that she had even spoken aloud secrets buried in her heart for many years. Yet that God Envoy had actually been Dai Yao in disguise!
How absurd! She was the majestic pope, yet she had been played by some little brat!
If Dai Yao was the God Envoy, then what exactly was the first Rakshasa God Trial? If it was really as Dai Yao had said, where had the extra prisms from the first trial gone? Had Dai Yao pocketed them for himself? Bibi Dong's gorgeous face was close enough to touch, the warm breath she exhaled brushing over his face. It was such an ambiguous scene, but Dai Yao felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave and could only swallow hard.
He had thought