The Returning Yue Guan

Lin Jie's feet lifted off the ground, his face instantly turned red, and then quickly turned blue again.

He struggled desperately, trying to pry Bibi Dong's fingers away with both hands, but it was like a fly shaking a tree, unable to move at all.

At this moment, Bibi Dong is exuding extremely cold murderous aura!

That murderous aura has condensed into substance, spreading around like an invisible cold wave.

Lin Jie The sweat beads on his forehead condensed into tiny ice beads the moment they came into contact with this murderous aura, and rolled to the ground with a patter.

Inside the Pope Palace, the atmosphere suddenly dropped to freezing point.

Bibi Dong's right hand gripped Lin Jie's neck like an iron pincer and lifted him up in the air.

Lin Jie's legs kicked weakly, his face turned from red to purple, and then from purple to blue, his eyes gradually rolled up, and he made a "ho ho" sound, but he couldn't say a word.

That extremely cold murderous aura spread continuously from Bibi Dong.

Divine Slaughter's Domain.

The temperature of the entire Pope Palace seems to be dropping sharply.

Bibi Dong's face was now distorted like a female Rakshasa.

Those eyes that were originally calm were now filled with crazy murderous intent and anger, staring at the subordinate who was about to suffocate to death in his hands.

How dare he?

How dare that Star Luo Empire Third Prince dare to humiliate him?!

How dare he!

Lin Jie's struggle became weaker and weaker, and the kicking of his legs became weak. His hands, which were originally trying to pry apart Bibi Dong's fingers, now hung down softly.

The shadow of death has completely enveloped him.

Just when Lin Jie's consciousness was about to fall into eternal darkness--

He used his last bit of strength to squeeze out a few broken syllables from the depths of his throat:

"His Majesty... Crown... His Majesty..."

The voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible, but it was like a thin needle piercing into the depths of Bibi Dong's wildly turbulent consciousness.

Her movements paused slightly.

Lin Jie took this opportunity to spit out the last few words with difficulty:

"Star Luo Empire's... prince... also has... people... secretly protecting... around him..."

"Subordinate... Subordinate... even if you want to... avenge Grandmaster... you can't..."

"Subordinate... just... following... the orders of...His Holiness the Pope..."

Obey.

These two words were like cold water poured on Bibi Dong's boiling anger.

She stared at the dying man in her hands, and her original order to him emerged in her mind -

Protect in secret and must not be exposed.

Do not take action unless your life is in danger.

This was her own order.

It was she who made him hide in the dark and not show up.

Lin Jie... just following her orders.

What's more, the guards sent by the Star Luo Empire to protect the prince are at least Soul Saint level.

Lin Jie, but Soul Emperor, is really beyond its capabilities.

Thinking of this, Bibi Dong's breathing gradually calmed down.

She stared at Lin Jie's already bruised and distorted face, the killing intent in her eyes slowly receding like the tide, but the cold aura still lingered around her, Jiujiu never left.

Finally, she slowly let go of her hand.

"Bang."

Lin Jie fell to the ground like a puddle of mud, panting heavily, and his chest heaved violently.

He was lying on the ground, shaking all over, but he didn't even have the strength to get up.

Bibi Dong looked at him condescendingly and said in a cold voice:

"Get up."

Lin Jie trembled all over and struggled to get up with all his strength, but his legs became weak and he fell to his knees again with a "pop".

But he didn't dare to move anymore. He could only lie down in a posture with his forehead pressed firmly to the ground and his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

Bibi Dong looked at his embarrassed look coldly and did not say it a second time.

She turned around and walked slowly back to the Pope throne above.

The throne had been smashed to pieces by her palm just now, and now only the remains were left.

Bibi Dong glanced at the pile of fragments, frowned slightly, and then waved his sleeves--

A soft Soul Power surged out, sweeping the debris aside.

She just stood where the throne originally was, looking down at Lin Jie who was kneeling on the ground below.

The hall fell into a deathly silence.

Only Lin Jie's heavy breathing and occasional unsuppressed coughs echoed in the empty hall.

A long time.

Bibi Dong finally spoke, his voice returned to its former calmness, but with a hint of coldness that was difficult to conceal:

"Keep staring at him."

Lin Jie trembled all over, pressed his forehead firmly against the ground, and responded with a trembling voice:

"I... I obey!"

Lin Jie was lying on the ground, his forehead firmly pressed against the cold floor tiles, and his whole body could not stop trembling slightly.

Although the murderous intention that nearly engulfed him had dissipated at this moment, the fear that penetrated into his bones was like a gangrene that could not be dispelled.

Although His Holiness the Pope didn't say anything, he didn't dare to move.

Don't even dare to breathe too loudly.

Above, Bibi Dong Jiujiu has no opening.

She just stood in front of the broken throne, looking down at the humble figure below.

What Lin Jie just said echoed repeatedly in my mind.

That Star Luo Empire's Third Prince humiliated Xiao Gang in front of so many people.

It was enough to refuse his request to become a disciple, but he actually dared to humiliate him in public!

He deserves to die!

Bibi Dong's fingertips tightened slightly, and a cold killing intent surged in his chest again.

But after all, she is a generation Pope, and the city is extremely deep.

The loss of control just now has exposed her too much. At this moment, she needs to calm down.

The murderous intention slowly subsided, and she began to think seriously.

Lin Jie is right.

He is just a Soul Emperor, and secretly protecting Xiao Gang is the limit.

If you want to avenge Xiao Gang, you need at least one Soul Douluo level of combat power.

Who can be sent?

Just when she lowered her eyes and thought--

Outside the palace gate, the respectful voice of the guard suddenly came:

"His Holiness the Pope, Chrysanthemum Douluo Your Majesty, please see me!"

Bibi Dong was slightly startled.

Yue Guan?

Didn't he just leave?

She raised her eyes and looked in the direction of the palace door, a trace of doubt flashing in her eyes.

Immediately, she withdrew her gaze, glanced at Lin Jie, who was still lying on the ground and shivering, and said calmly:

"Back off."

Lin Jie felt like he was being pardoned, and responded with a trembling voice:

"Subordinate... subordinate resigns!"

He struggled to get up, his legs were still weak, he staggered two steps, and almost fell down again. But he did not dare to delay at all, and stumbled out of the Pope Palace.

The moment he passed by Yue Guan, he didn't even dare to raise his head to look at Chrysanthemum Douluo. He just lowered his head and left in a hurry.

Yue Guan glanced at his embarrassed back, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, and then withdrew his gaze and walked into the Pope Palace.

--

The hall was in a mess.

The broken remains of the throne were scattered on the ground, and the cold murderous intent still lingered in the air.

Yue Guan glanced at the fragments, then looked at Bibi Dong standing above, feeling slightly awe-struck.

But he didn't show it on his face, he just bowed respectfully:

"His Holiness the Pope."

Bibi Dong looked at him and said calmly:

"Why are you back again?"