Ah Rou and Xiao Wu

"Your Eminence?"

Yue Guan and Gui Mei both looked toward their Pope, secretly breaking into a cold sweat for the Platinum Bishop kneeling below.

Bibi Dong did not speak; she scanned the great hall once more, her dark brows knitting together. She was certain she had not misheard the voice that had just echoed in her mind.

Yet, after a thorough investigation, she had discovered nothing, which struck her as incredibly bizarre.

One had to realize that she was currently a rank 97 Super Douluo; who could possibly infiltrate her mind without her noticing?

[Ding: Congratulations, you have been selected by the Chat Group. Do you agree to join?]

Just as Bibi Dong was struggling to process this—or rather, just as she was struggling to keep her composure—that voice sounded once again.

At this moment, she felt it with absolute clarity.

Without hesitation, she chose to agree.

She wanted to see exactly which audacious fool dared to toy with her, the Pope!

[Ding: Congratulations, you have successfully joined the Chat Group. Would you like to change your nickname?]

"Change nickname?"

Bibi Dong was stunned at first, finding this new term quite foreign.

But soon, an annotation regarding the term appeared in her mind, making her understand what a nickname meant.

How laughable. As the Pope of Martial Soul Hall, did she need to hide her identity?

Having grasped the meaning, Bibi Dong sneered and, without a second thought, entered her own name.

[Ding: Bibi Dong has joined the Chat Group.]

[Ding: Sea God Island High Priest has joined the Chat Group.]

[Ding: Seven Treasures Little Witch has joined the Chat Group.]

[Ding: Xue Qinghe has joined the Chat Group.]

[Ding: Hundred-Thousand-Year Rogue Rabbit has joined the Chat Group.]

[Ding: Ning Shui Fei Luan has joined the Chat Group.]

[Ding: Nine-Tailed Sky Fox has joined the Chat Group.]

[Ding: Nether Shadow has joined the Chat Group.]

[Ding: Jade Phosphorus Yan Yan has joined the Chat Group.]

[Ding: Blue Silver Empress has joined the Chat Group.]

[Ding: Ah Rou has joined the Chat Group.]

Watching the flood of notifications pouring into the group, Wu Xing's mouth, which was holding a McDonald's chicken nugget, hung open, and the nugget fell to the floor with a plop.

Not bad at all; he had only sent the invites out a moment ago, and already so many people had joined.

Of course, the beauties he had invited were not limited to these eleven; not everyone would choose to agree when faced with something strange suddenly appearing in their minds.

There were some beauties who, either worried about a trap or frightened into clicking the wrong button, had failed to enter.

[Wu Xing: Welcome, wives, to the group...]

Having typed that out subconsciously, Wu Xing suddenly realized what he had done and hurriedly retracted the message, sending a new line instead.

Good grief, he was so used to fantasizing about his 2D "waifus" while writing that he had nearly laid his true thoughts bare, almost suffering a social death on the spot.

To save himself the trouble, he had ensured the Chat Group came with built-in information annotations.

[Ding: Group Owner Wu Xing has retracted a message.]

[Wu Xing: Welcome, beauties, to the group. From now on, we are all group members; let's get along harmoniously.]

However, there were sharp-eyed people in the group who had seen the message Wu Xing retracted.

Wife?

What did that mean?

As Bibi Dong's thoughts raced, she immediately received an understanding of the word through the Chat Group's translation function.

Fury instantly surged in her heart, scaring Yue Guan and Gui Mei, who were standing to the side, into immediately shutting their mouths.

The Platinum Bishop was sweating profusely, kowtowing incessantly.

At this moment, Bibi Dong noticed the current situation and waved her hand.

"This has nothing to do with you all. Withdraw."

Hearing this, the subordinates finally let out a sigh of relief. Not daring to stay a moment longer, they hurriedly retreated.

The pressure the Pope exerted on them was simply too great.

Sea God Island, Sea God Hall.

Bo Saixi also noticed the message Wu Xing had sent.

Through the annotations provided by the Chat Group, she understood what it meant; even she, who was always dignified, composed, and calm as still water, saw a trace of change appear on her face.

Having lived for over a hundred years and presiding over Sea God Island, she had seen all manner of storms and waves, yet this was the first time she had been addressed with such a frivolous term by a stranger.

On the other side, at Shrek Academy.

After Ning Rongrong finished reading the retracted message, she was slightly stunned.

But for someone with the personality of a Little Witch, she didn't take it too much to heart; she was more curious about how such a strange thing had suddenly appeared in her mind.

However, before she could even ask, someone else had already spoken up first.

[Hundred-Thousand-Year Rogue Rabbit: What is this place? Why is there such an image in my mind, and what was that message you just sent, Group Owner?]

[Ning Shui Fei Luan: It seems to be 'wife'...]

[Nine-Tailed Sky Fox: Wife? What does that mean? Bastard, how dare you be so frivolous with us!]

[Jade Phosphorus Yan Yan: Wu Xing, is it? Don't let me find out where you are, or I'll make you taste my wrath!]

Seeing that his message had been exposed, Wu Xing hurriedly replied, trying to salvage the lofty image befitting a Group Owner.

[Wu Xing: That's not the case, you all misread it.]

[Blue Silver Empress: Screenshot.JPG.]

[Wu Xing: What the f—...]

Seeing Ah Yin's screenshot, Wu Xing let out a curse; did you have to adapt so quickly, even learning how to take screenshots?

If he didn't know better, he would have thought she was some transmigrator's own mother; otherwise, why would she know so much?

Just then, seeing the others step back, Bibi Dong looked at the Chat Group again.

[Bibi Dong: Little brat, is this thing in my mind your doing? You had better give this Pope an explanation!]

[Seven Treasures Little Witch: ??? Bibi Dong, you are the Pope of Martial Soul Hall?]

[Jade Phosphorus Yan Yan: Is this for real? Bibi Dong, you are the Pope?]

[Bibi Dong: Absolutely. Who are you people? Hiding your heads and showing your tails, and what does this have to do with that little brat?]

[Xue Qinghe: What does it have to do with you whether we are hiding or not?]

[Ah Rou: Exactly, Bibi Dong, you devil!]

[Hundred-Thousand-Year Rogue Rabbit: Eh, why does your nickname look different from ours? Why is it gray?]

Looking at Xue Qinghe's reply, Bibi Dong was nearly choked by her own breath, suffering a metaphorical heart attack on the spot.

Others might not know Xue Qinghe's true identity, but she knew perfectly well that it was her own daughter, Qian Renxue, in disguise.

Now that she was being openly defied by her daughter in the group, how could she, as a mother, not be half-dead with anger?

Moreover, she was completely helpless; after all, only the two of them knew how terrible their mother-daughter relationship truly was.

Besides, she couldn't expose the other party's identity, nor could she engage too much, lest she arouse the suspicions of the other members.

The long-term plans of Martial Soul Hall could not be ruined by a fit of pique.

Forced, she prepared to shift her anger toward Ah Rou, but just as she was about to speak, she saw the Hundred-Thousand-Year Rogue Rabbit's words and finally noticed the other party's gray name.

[Ah Rou: Perhaps it is because I am already a... dead person.]

[Nine-Tailed Sky Fox: What!]

[Ning Shui Fei Luan: What!]

[Nether Shadow: Do you mean that this Chat Group can even pull in the dead?]

Once Ah Rou's words were out, the group members were instantly shocked; what kind of existence was this Chat Group? It could actually pull in the dead!

Even Bibi Dong, who had been suppressing her rage, felt most of her anger dissipate upon seeing this sentence.

Even Bo Saixi, knowledgeable and experienced as she was, could not help but show a look of being moved on her calm face upon hearing what Ah Rou said.

[Hundred-Thousand-Year Rogue Rabbit: Ah, sorry, sorry, I didn't know your situation.]

Seeing the other party say she was already dead, Xiao Wu hurriedly apologized.

Although she didn't know why the thing in her mind could invite even the deceased, the dead were to be respected, and nothing was more worthy of sympathy than that.

Furthermore, it made her think of her own mother; hadn't she also been gone for many years?

[Ah Rou: It's alright, child. One who doesn't know is not at fault.]

[Hundred-Thousand-Year Rogue Rabbit: Mm-hmm, you are such a kind sister.]

At the same time, watching the conversation between the mother and daughter, Ah Rou and Xiao Wu, Wu Xing sprayed out all the iced cola he had just swallowed...