With Douluo II Qian Renxue seated on the Pope's Throne, announcing her opening remarks and arranging the finals,
Bai Mo had already carried Qian Renxue, limp as a puddle of mud, back to her room in Spirit Hall.
On the way, they happened to run into Bibi Dong, whose gaze was unfriendly, and Qian Daoliu, whose gaze was full of grievance.
"Yo! Sister Dong, Brother Liu, what's up? Xue'er's tired, so I'm taking her back to her room."
Bai Mo greeted the two of them, looking refreshed.
"What's going on with your Martial Soul?"
Bibi Dong asked, her expression complicated.
"I made it up myself. I can use whatever Martial Soul I want as my Martial Soul~"
Bai Mo said with a grin.
Qian Daoliu looked at Bai Mo and the Xiao Xue in his arms with a resentful gaze.
Not only had this guy deceived Xiao Xue, he'd also used his own Martial Soul to trick the old man into taking two beatings from Bibi Dong!
"So your real identity is from the future?"
Bibi Dong asked slowly, a hint of urgency in her eyes.
"Didn't I tell you that already?"
Bai Mo looked at Bibi Dong in confusion. By rights, once she knew Douluo II Qian Renxue's identity, she should have figured out who he was!
"When did you... Never mind. Take Xiao... her back."
Bibi Dong stopped herself.
What she really wanted to ask was whether Bai Mo could change the past.
But after spending these past few days with him, she had started to let go of that question.
The past no longer mattered. What mattered was that she could accept Bai Mo, whom she'd thought of as Xiao Xue's substitute.
So why was she still clinging to Xiao Xue?
Bibi Dong returned to her bedroom,