Liu Erlong didn't look at the golden-robed men, either. She was looking at that bastard in white.
She had to admit, dressed up in white formalwear, he looked pretty handsome!
Compared with the sight of tentacles dancing behind him last night, the contrast was staggering.
She couldn't tell which version she liked better!
Ever since those fifteen golden-robed men had appeared, Flender's mouth hadn't closed once.
He was a Soul Saint, a powerhouse in his own right out in the world.
At that moment, he felt like a total nobody!
He'd never seen so many Titled Douluo in his life. He even wondered if there had been any point in founding Shrek.
Zhu Yunyun sat in the VIP seats with one leg crossed over the other. Her gaze swept across the fifteen Titled Douluo, paused for a moment, then shifted to Gu Qingshan.
The young man stood behind Bibi Dong in a white suit with a golden sash. He was handsome, his expression composed.
He looked so young—too young to be someone who could kill Bone Douluo, sever Sword Douluo's arm, and wipe out two single-attribute clans.
She thought of her own Zhuqing: young and beautiful, with a figure that went without saying. The women of the Zhu Family were all blessed with good looks, and Zhuqing had a lovely personality, too.
What a pity she was six or seven years younger than her sister. Under the brutal rules of competition in the Star Luo Royal Family, she would likely be doomed to a miserable fate.
If only she could... It might not be a bad way out, even if she had to be the second wife!
Bibi Dong stood before the Pope Palace, her gaze sweeping over the thousands of people in the plaza.
She looked across faces filled