A Strange Bibi Dong

The Pope's Palace was somewhat deserted at this moment.

Chrysanthemum Ghost had long since left.

Wearing her coronation robe, Bibi Dong casually tidied up the messy desk.

She was just about to get off work and leave...

Just then, Ling Yuan Douluo burst in.

"Hm?"

Bibi Dong saw her friend and subordinate, whom she had not seen for over two months.

Her eyes flickered slightly.

That stinky boy has finally returned?

Though somewhat surprised, Bibi Dong's mood suddenly improved considerably, a faint curve forming on her red lips.

"Ling Yuan~"

"This subordinate greets Your Majesty the Pope."

Ling Yuan Douluo stood beneath the dais, slightly bending at the waist in salute.

"Mhm, dispense with the formalities."

Bibi Dong raised her hand slightly, then sat her peach buttocks back down after having just risen.

She looked curiously at Ling Yuan Douluo and asked, "Is something the matter?"

"?!"

Ling Yuan Douluo was stunned, surprised by Bibi Dong's calmness.

"Your Majesty, the Saint has returned."

"Mhm, I knew that the moment I saw you."

Bibi Dong nodded calmly.

Her voice and that cold, aloof face gradually softened.

She had never worried about Ye Tian's safety.

With Ye Tian and Ling Yuan Douluo working together, only Titled Douluo above level 95 could pose a threat to them. No one else was worth fearing.

In the vast Soul Master World, even powerful Titled Douluo above level 95 would not be Ye Tian's match.

Why should she worry?

Bibi Dong's slender hand gripped her knee.

Thinking of Ye Tian, she wanted to leave the Pope's Palace sooner and return to Wisteria Residence, to see the person she longed for day and night, pull that rich pill fragrance into her embrace, and swallow it into her belly...

"Gulp~"

Just imagining it made Bibi Dong's mouth water.