After understanding the vicious and intertwined schemes, Bibi Dong no longer intends to stay on this broken island that is full of the fishy smell of the sea.
Anyway, Nan Feng's grand plan of "Demon God Douluo" does not require her personal participation in the preliminary preparations. Her dignified Pope staying here will not only not be of much help, but will easily expose Nan Feng's identity.
What's more, Pope Palace's mountain of government affairs are still waiting for her to deal with every day.
She also needs to rush back to Spirit City as soon as possible to carefully select and prepare, to find out all the thorns in the Elder Hall who rely on their elders and betray them, as well as those who work secretly and secretly in major cities, and organize them into the next "killing with a borrowed knife" plan.
"Since you know what's going on, I'll go back first. If you need Spirit Hall's cooperation in bleeding, please contact me then."
Bibi Dong stood up and straightened his luxurious Pope robe. Six-Winged Purple Light Wings was looming behind him, ready to leave at any moment.
However, just as she was about to take off.
"Sir! Are you okay? I just saw this..."
Following a rush of footsteps, a slim figure with dazzling purple hair rushed into the hall in a hurry.
The person coming is none other than Zi Zhenzhu.
She was originally on the other side of the island, leading her men to intensively implement the military reform order just issued by Nan Feng.
But after seeing the terrifying purple-black stream of light that fell from the sky like a meteorite and crashed into the mansion, she instinctively thought that there was some powerful person coming. She immediately ran towards it without even thinking about her life.
However, when Zi Zhenzhu rushed into the hall in a hurry and saw the scene in front of him clearly.
She was confused.
There were no traces of fighting in the hall, only two figures, one large and one small.
The youngest is the six-year-old "boss" who is only thigh-high and wearing a black windbreaker.
And the big one...
Zi Zhenzhu stared blankly at the tall, beautiful adult woman standing next to the little Lolita, exuding nobility, dominance and coolness.
Isn't this stunning face and this deadly fragrance the "adult body" that the little ancestor showed in front of her that fascinated her?!
Zi Zhenzhu's brain completely shut down in an instant.
Two bosses?! One is shrunk and the other is adult? Which one is real?!
Looking at this purple-haired girl who barged in like a fool and stared straight at him, Bibi Dong's beautiful face was instantly covered with a layer of frost, and her brows were tightly locked together, and a terrifying pressure belonging to Pope was faintly exuded.
"Who is this guy?" Bibi Dong glanced at Nan Feng coldly.
Nan Feng helplessly held his forehead. This stupid girl came at the wrong time.
"Shua--"
Nan Feng didn't even bother to say anything, and waved his little hand in mid-air very casually.
An imperceptible purple-black mental wave instantly penetrated Zi Zhenzhu's eyebrows.
Zi Zhenzhu, who was in a daze a second ago, didn't even have time to hum. He rolled his eyes and fainted on the floor of the hall with a "chirp".
"Zi Zhenzhu, a little pirate."
Nan Feng clapped his little hands, turned around and explained to Bibi Dong who was full of doubts:
"Don't you still know who I am and what my virtues are? I only have three minutes of enthusiasm for doing things. You expect me to squat on this useless island every day and watch these illiterate pirates slowly build infrastructure and change military regulations? Then you might as well kill me."
Nan Feng pointed to Zi Zhenzhu who was unconscious on the ground. "I must find some subordinates for myself. Although this little girl is a bit vulgar, her talent is She is pretty good in Sea Soul Master, and her brain is pretty bright, and she can barely teach her. I plan to train her to be the manager of this Purple Pearl Island, and do the dirty work of running errands for me."
After hearing this reasonable explanation, the chill in Bibi Dong's eyes did not completely dissipate.
A woman's intuition, especially when it comes to things that belong to her, is always terrifyingly sharp.
She recalled the way the purple-haired girl looked at her when she rushed in... her eyes were full of surprise and enthusiasm, and she suddenly felt a sense of irritation in her heart for no reason.
"Is this really the only reason?"
Bibi Dong narrowed his eyes slightly, with a dangerous probing tone in his tone. "Could it be that you... have fallen in love with this little girl?"
As soon as these words came out, the air in the hall seemed to freeze instantly.
The helplessness and relief on Nan Feng's face disappeared without a trace in an instant, and were replaced by a deep irritation and a trace of anger that was difficult to conceal.
"His Holiness the Pope, can you please stop using this kind of thing to disgust me?"
Nan Feng stood up from the chair suddenly,
"You see clearly, what am I? I am a living dead! I am just a clone that lives in your soul! A ball of obsession stuffed into an energy body!"
"Even if I fall in love with someone, so what?! What can I do with this body?!"
Nan Feng grabbed his hair irritably, "Is it possible that you expect me to go back to the so-called adult man's body that you worked so hard to create for me to fall in love with her?!"
Hearing the words "the body of an adult man", Bibi Dong's heart suddenly throbbed, and a trace of regret and guilt suddenly flashed in his eyes.
She knew she had said the wrong thing, and she accurately stepped on the most painful and bloody scar in Nan Feng's heart.
She knows better than anyone how concerned and angry Nan Feng is about being a "living dead".
Over the past few years, she had painstakingly crafted a perfect, handsome adult male body for him.
Her original intention at the time was very simple: she hoped that Nan Feng could have his own look and live like a real man, instead of always being a shadow in her "Bibi Dong" face and being a fake.
However, when the male body really stood in front of Nan Feng, he showed extreme resistance and disgust.
Because when he used her appearance, he could still deceive himself and hint in his heart: he was just her Martial Soul, her shadow, and an extension of her power. This made him feel at ease.
However, once he uses the man's body that belongs exclusively to "Nan Feng", it's like someone is taking a knife to cut out his heart, reminding him of a cold reality all the time - he is already dead!
That man is just a false phantom, a shell of energy with only a superficial appearance! It rubs salt into his wounds and reminds him that everything he owns is fake!
Therefore, Nan Feng would rather run around with her face in his face every day than change back to his true self.
"I'm sorry..."
Seeing Nan Feng panting irritably like a wounded beast, Bibi Dong's eyes were slightly hot.
She took off all the coldness and majesty belonging to Pope, walked forward quickly, and under Nan Feng's stunned eyes, she hugged this little person tightly into her arms.
Her chin gently rested on Nan Feng's soft hair, her arms tightened hard, as if she wanted to rub him into her soul again, and her voice was soft:
"It's my fault. I said the wrong thing. Can you please stop being angry?"
Being hugged tightly by Bibi Dong's sudden tenderness, Nan Feng, who originally looked like a fried hedgehog, suddenly became stiff.
If he was just pretending to seek sympathy and comfort in order to gain some benefit, then he will definitely climb up the ladder unceremoniously and make all kinds of demands.
But the problem is that at that moment, he really broke his guard and became extremely resistant and irritable.
In this fragile moment of true emotional low, Bibi Dong's gentleness that removed all defenses and arrogance left Nan Feng completely at a loss.
A rare trace of panic flashed across his heterochromatic eyes, and his two small hands were hanging in the air with nowhere to rest, neither pushing her away nor hugging her.
Only the faint, reassuring fragrance of Bibi Dong is left in the air.