"Dong'er, don't you like it?"
Su Yu took her wrist in his grip, his fingertips meeting her soft, warm skin.
Bibi Dong lifted her eyes to his. Her reflection was clearly visible in them, warming her heart as her voice softened like water:
"I do! As long as it's you, I'll like it no matter what."
The two exchanged smiles and walked side by side toward the Hell Slaughter Arena.
Over the next few days, they carefully screened the Fallen Ones.
In the end, they selected a Soul Douluo-level Fallen One to manage the place.
This man had occupied the City of Slaughter for many years. His strength was among the best of the survivors, and although his methods were ruthless, he also knew how to weigh his options.
Bibi Dong lifted some of the restrictions on him, allowing him to use his First through Sixth Soul Skills.
Even though he could not use his Seventh or Eighth Soul Skills, everyone in the City of Slaughter was suppressed and unable to use soul skills. That alone gave him an overwhelming advantage.
"Remember your place. If you dare make even the slightest move, you'll bear the consequences."
Bibi Dong left him with that warning, and the pressure radiating from her made the Fallen One bow and submit involuntarily.
After arranging everything in the City of Slaughter, Bibi Dong and Su Yu left.
When they returned to the Pope Palace, quite a few matters had piled up over the past few days. The moment Bibi Dong sat down, she did not get up again until the window turned ink-black.
Su Yu walked in and saw that she was still buried in the documents, her brows slightly furrowed.
He lightened his steps and circled around behind the desk. While she was focused on