Lin Nuo and Qian Renxue watched Bibi Dong faint outright from anger. This Pope's ability to handle things was rather weak.
Chrysanthemum-Ghost Douluo appeared in an instant and carried away the Pope he served.
"Was her ability to handle things a little too weak?"
Qian Renxue watched Chrysanthemum-Ghost Douluo carry Bibi Dong away. There was no sympathy in her eyes, only disbelief. She had passed out from such a minor provocation.
"Otherwise, why would she be the Rakshasa God's inheritor?" Lin Nuo withdrew his gaze. He did not wish to linger over that woman; it was meaningless. "Let's go, A-Xue."
"Mm." Qian Renxue withdrew her gaze as well. This birth mother had long been a dead person in her heart.
She herself was also someone who should never have existed in Bibi Dong's eyes, so she might as well carry ruthlessness and resolve through to the end!
In the end, they had only one path to choose: a fight to the death.
Entering the Worship Hall, Lin Nuo went as usual to the Angel God statue and began calling this Angel God as though making a phone call, utterly lacking the piety a believer like Qian Daoliu or Qian Renxue should have had.
A few seconds later, the Angel God's Divine Sense connected with Lin Nuo's. Her first remark was a complaint. "Brat, can't you show me a little respect?"
"Respect? I respect you plenty. It's already good enough that I didn't call you an old bastard and demand you drop some gold."
Angel God: "..."
"What, you want me to drop gold for you? I've already taken enough blame for you!"
"And I even took the blame for that Hundred-thousand Year Soul Ring not having a soul beast's soul. Isn't this god loyal enough?"
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