Tang San: Calling Everyone Trash, That Really Hit Home, Bro

Bibi Dong's eyes moved away from the live broadcast Light Screen and fell on Qian Daoliu.

All the usual anger was gone, leaving only a cold detachment and a hint of obvious impatience.

"Accommodating capacity?"

She repeated it softly, and the corner of her mouth curved into a slight, yet sharp arc like the tip of a knife.

"Grand Pontiff, are you teaching me how to do something?"

She leaned forward, her eyes under Pope Crown were frighteningly bright.

"Don't forget, it's me, Bibi Dong, who is sitting here now, and I am Pope of the Spirit Hall!"

"As for Pope, when will it be Worship Hall's turn to point fingers?"

"..."

Qian Daoliu didn't answer the call immediately.

He stared at the woman in front of him who was becoming more and more majestic and unfathomable, and his heart was turbulent.

In the final analysis, what happened back then was his Qian Family's fault.

Plus she is Xue'er's mother after all.

Over the years, even if some of the Pope Palace's actions crossed the line, he mostly turned a blind eye and didn't really care.

But recently he felt more and more something was wrong.

Bibi Dong's changes are too obvious.

The power she hides and those secret arrangements are like icebergs under the sea. Only a little tip is exposed, but it makes people feel chilly.

Especially now, who is this pure and frightening murderous intention directed at? Why did it appear?

"I didn't want to interfere with you."

Qian Daoliu spoke slowly, with a deep voice.

"Just a reminder, you are Pope, and every move you make affects the face and stability of the Spirit Hall. Being too murderous is not a good thing."

"Good thing?"

Bibi Dong seemed to have heard some joke and laughed softly, but there was no warmth in the laughter.

"Grand Pontiff, when you say 'good', it's too narrow. I know my own path, so you don't need to worry about it."

She leaned back on the throne, her posture looked a bit lazy, but her inviolable majesty did not diminish at all.

The murderous intention was somewhat withdrawn, but the chill in the depths of his eyes was not gone at all.

"If there's nothing else, Grand Pontiff please come back."

This eviction order was extremely straightforward.

"..."

Qian Daoliu looked at her deeply.

Those eyes that had seen too many storms seemed to want to penetrate her shell and see clearly what plot was hidden inside.

In the end, he didn't say anything more, except for one sentence. "You can take care of yourself."

The golden light flashed slightly, and the other person disappeared, as if he had never been there.

Pope Palace became quiet again, leaving only Bibi Dong.

Her fingers kept tapping on the armrest of the throne.

"Ta, ta, ta..."

The sound was particularly clear in the empty hall.

My attention turned back to the live broadcast Light Screen.

In the screen, Lin Qingmo is wearing a slightly half-smiling expression.

Opposite is Yu Xiaogang, whose face is blue and white.

The expressions of Flender and Zhao Wuji next to them are also quite exciting.

"Qian Daoliu..."

Bibi Dong chanted in a low voice, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"What a troublesome old guy, he's not strong enough. If he had absolute power, who in this Spirit Hall, in the entire continent, would dare to say no to my decision?"

Her eyes moved to the boy in Light Screen.

In the face of difficulties, he stood firm and looked calm and calm.

Bibi Dong The ice in his eyes melted a little.

"A-Qing, hurry up and become stronger. When the time comes, Spirit Hall, everything in the world will be yours!"

She said softly, her voice low enough that only she could hear it.

Shrek Academy's live broadcast hasn't stopped yet.

Yu Xiaogang was so unabashedly laughing that Ma Hongjun and Oscar couldn't get off the stage, and his face turned red.

He tried hard to hold on to his teacher's airs.

He turned to Flender and said in a firm tone, "Flender! Is this the student you brought out? He doesn't understand any rules and doesn't know how to respect his teachers and elders!"

"Uh..."

Flender twitched the corner of his mouth.

He glared at Ma Hongjun and Oscar angrily and stopped their ridicule.

But I don't know what to say, after all...Lin Qingmo is definitely not in the category of waste.

"Flender, you haven't answered me yet. Why on earth does this loser Lin Qingmo stay in Shrek? You must give me an explanation today!"

Yu Xiaogang is as helpless as a naughty little daughter-in-law.

"Teacher..."

Tang San on the side clenched his fists and lowered his head.

Yu Xiaogang mocked Lin Qingmo for being useless word for word, but in fact the target that caused the most damage was his disciple Tang San.

No one knows the power of Lin Qingmo better than Tang San.

Yu Xiaogang is a piece of trash, which does not hold true for Lin Qingmo at all.

In comparison.

On the contrary, he, the genius Yu Xiaogang calls him, appears to be a clown and unworthy of his name.

Flender reached out and rubbed his temples, feeling his head hurt a little.

He glanced at Lin Qingmo, who seemed to have nothing to do with the old god,

He took another look at Yu Xiaogang, who looked terribly ugly.

I sighed in my heart.

Xiao Gang Ah, your theory is good.

But why is it that the way we view people and deal with things is still the same, without any change at all?

He cleared his throat and was about to open his mouth to smooth things over, while talking about Lin Qingmo's "glorious deeds".

Unexpectedly, Lin Qingmo moved first.

He took a step forward, and the playful smile on his face faded, but his sharp eyes still met Yu Xiaogang directly.

"You just asked me why I stay here?"

His tone was surprisingly calm.

"Just because I just came back from Star Dou Great Forest, I got the fourth Spirit Ring."

"Oh, right."

He seemed to suddenly remember.

The smile that made Yu Xiaogang particularly uncomfortable appeared on the corner of his mouth again.

"My Fourth Spirit Ring is probably around 30,000 years old. Soul Power, after absorbing Fourth Spirit Ring, it has increased by five levels."

"So now I'm Soul Ancestor from Level 45."

He tilted his head slightly, his expression serious and almost innocent.

"Is this qualified enough?"

"..."

A gust of wind happened to blow by at this time, causing the leaves to rustle.

Yu Xiaogang The color on his face suddenly disappeared.

His mouth was slightly open and his eyes were staring blankly at Lin Qingmo.

That expression was like hearing the most outrageous fairy tale in the world.

Thirty thousand years? Fourth Spirit Ring? Soul Power Jump five levels in a row? Level 45 Soul Ancestor?

Every word ran counter to the "Soul Master theory" that he had spent half his life studying and believed to be unbreakable.

Flender looked on, shaking his head in his heart.

He had long expected this to be the case.

The others crossed their arms and grinned, as if they were watching a good show.

In Chat Group, after a few seconds of silence, the message popped up again.

[Bingbing]: Oh, here we go, Lin Qingmo, this guy pretends to be quite calm on the surface, but he doesn't know how to be happy in his heart. He has so many tricks up his sleeve.

[Little Witch]: Hahaha, A-Qing is so handsome. Look at Theory Master's face, the color changes like a chameleon. No more, I have the source of happiness tonight.

[Big-Breasted Kitty]: But I feel like he still doesn't believe it.

[Heavenly Snow Woman]: That's because A-Qing hasn't released Spirit Ring yet. When the facts are before your eyes, I'm afraid that's when this person collapses. Does A-Qing want to attack his heart step by step?

[Daddy Douluo]: Tsk tsk, it's still a snow girl, you understand me~

[A Rogue Rabbit]: Humph, let him look down on others and wait for a slap in the face!

[The Pope Herself]:...

Looking at the calm face of the boy in Light Screen, and the unbelievable expression of that hypocritical Theory Master.

Bibi Dong's fingertips tapped the armrest for the last time.

Then it was completely peaceful.

[Mother Tyrannosaurus]:...

The light of the screen reflected in Liu Erlong's eyes.

Those shadows of the past, those entanglements and expectations, finally receded completely like the tide.

There is an empty space in my heart.

But it also seemed to be inexplicably more relaxed.

The last bit of turmoil in my heart has completely subsided.

There is only a faint sigh and an unprecedented sobriety