The lights for dinner were a little darker than usual.
Bibi Dong specially changed the lights in the side hall to warm yellow.
There are not many dishes on the table, just four dishes and one soup, and one more braised pork ribs than last time, which Gu Qingshan likes to eat.
Bibi Dong is in a good mood.
From the moment she sat down to eat, the corners of her mouth never lowered. It was genuine and unabashed joy.
She kept staring at Gu Qingshan, and the more she looked at it, the more satisfied she became.
Today, at the feet of Pope Mountain, the image of Gu Qingshan killing the two Sea God Island Sacred Pillar Douluo with one blow was still playing back and forth in her mind.
Sea God Island When the corpses of the two Titled Douluo exploded, she could see Qian Daoliu's face clearly.
That old guy was finally exhausted.
She has been waiting for this day for many years. From the day she ascended the throne of the Pope, she has been waiting for Qian Daoliu to be defeated, but he always has a detached expression.
Today I finally broke through the defense.
"Qingshan, you performed very well today. You are worthy of me Martial Soul Hall Holy Son." Bibi Dong put down the wine glass with undisguised approval in his voice.
Gu Qingshan moved Blue Silver Leaf from the left corner of his mouth to the right corner of his mouth and took a bite.
"It's all because of the teacher's teachings. Qingshan was just inspired a little by the teacher's mighty and domineering attitude."
Bibi Dong rolled his eyes at him.
"You have a sweet mouth, tell me how you want the teacher to reward you."
Gu Qingshan looked at Bibi Dong's purple eyes that glowed moistly under the candlelight, and then looked at her white thighs exposed under her short skirt.
"I'm a little tired today, would you like the teacher to give me a massage?"
Bibi Dong looked at Gu Qingshan with a smile, remembering the scene when Qingshan massaged her last time, her cheeks turned red.
"Okay."
After dinner, Bibi Dong went to take a shower.
This has always been her habit, taking a bath after dinner.
Ning Rongrong stayed in the side hall and watched tea for Gu Qingshan.
She was wearing a light blue maid uniform, a white apron tied around her waist, and her hair was tied into a ponytail.
Carrying the teapot, I walked over to Gu Qingshan and poured a cup of tea. The heat of the tea rose under the light.
She secretly glanced at Gu Qingshan. Her profile was clearly defined under the light, her brows were high, her nose was straight, and her jaw was sharp.
My heartbeat is inexplicably fast and my cheeks are a little hot.
She was also present this afternoon, standing on the steps of the Pope Palace, watching from a distance as two Titled Douluo were easily killed by him.
I have to say that His Highness the Holy Son is indeed an amazing person, more amazing than anyone she has ever seen in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
But ever since she saw that scene that night, she knew she was out of luck.
Gu Qingshan likes the kind of Bibi Dong who is older, mature and hot.
He is not interested in a young girl like her.
Just when she was thinking wildly.
There was the sound of footsteps on the stairs.
I saw Bibi Dong wiping her wet hair with a towel while walking down the stairs.
Bibi Dong had just come out of the bath, her snow-white skin was covered with a light pink color, and her soft purple curly hair was scattered around her shoulders.
Under the large bathrobe, the graceful and hot curves are looming, and the whole body exudes a mature laziness and style.
This wonderful picture of Pheobe coming out of the water made Gu Qingshan dumbfounded and he quickly swallowed the leaves in his mouth.
Ning Rongrong was also surprised. She had never seen Bibi Dong like this.
In the Pope Palace, Bibi Dong always has a cold and majestic appearance, which makes people dare not look directly.
But now she was standing on the stairs, her bathrobe was loose, her hair was wet, and her skin was red. She looked like a different person, like the lady next door.
Her eyes moved from Bibi Dong's face to her chest, waist, and legs.
I couldn't help but compare myself secretly in my mind, I was so far behind.
Bibi Dong walked down the stairs, walked to the sofa, and took a look at Ning Rongrong.
"Ning Rongrong, you go down first."
Ning Rongrong lowered his head, folded his hands in front of him, and saluted.
"Yes, His Holiness the Pope."
There were only two people left in the living room, Gu Qingshan and Bibi Dong.
The lights were dim, the water vapor had not dispersed, and the floral fragrance of body fragrance and shower gel mixed together, creating an ambiguous atmosphere.
Bibi Dong sat down next to Gu Qingshan. The hem of the bathrobe moved up slightly with her movements, revealing more of the snow-white color.
She leaned on the back of the sofa, crossed her legs, turned her head and looked at Gu Qingshan, with two balls of fire burning in her eyes.
"Get down!"
"Ah?"
"If you don't lie down, how can you press it?"
Gu Qingshan swallowed and lay down on the sofa.
Bibi Dong stood up, walked behind him, and knelt down on the edge of the sofa.
She put her hands on his shoulders, tightened her fingers slightly, and began to slowly massage them.
Drawing circles on his shoulders with his fingers, Gu Qingshan closed his eyes comfortably.
Water vapor is still filling the air, the lights are still on overhead, and the night is getting darker.
In the morning, when Ning Rongrong was doing laundry, I saw that bathrobe.
Ning Rongrong reached out and picked it up and saw a lot of wet marks on it. When he smelled it again, it smelled like sweat.
It's just a massage, why do you sweat so much? How much exercise does it take?
Could it be...
You are too brave, that is the living room!
The morning light shines through the stained glass window at the Pope Palace, casting mottled light and shadow on the bluestone floor.
Pope Palace There are more than a dozen elders sitting in the meeting hall.
They sat on both sides of the long conference table, with serious expressions and sharp eyes.
There are two chairs at each end of the conference table, one is the Pope's throne, and the other is the seat of the Worship Hall Grand Elder.
Bibi Dong's long purple hair was pulled back with a silver hairpin, revealing her entire face.
His face was rosy, as if he had just woken up from a good dream, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows had an indescribable sheen, as if he had been moisturized by something.
She didn't hold the scepter in her hand, she folded her hands on the table and glanced across the faces of every elder present.
Qian Daoliu sat opposite her, with a gentle face and calm eyes.
Bibi Dong spoke first.
"Elders, we are here today to discuss the matter of Sea God Island."
She paused and glanced across Qian Daoliu's face.
"Sea God Island came to the Spirit Hall to stir up trouble for no reason, and verbally insulted Spirit Hall and Grand Elder. This is contempt for the Spirit Hall."
"I, Spirit Hall, must attack me, otherwise who will fear Spirit Hall in the future?"
Magic Bear Elder held the table with both hands, leaned forward slightly, his hair and beard were spread out, he was very angry.
"His Holiness the Pope is right! Sea God Island bullied others too much. He openly went wild under Pope Mountain, killed Hall Guard Knight, and insulted Grand Elder. If Spirit Hall does not respond, any force on the mainland can do whatever they want to Spirit City!"
Ghost Leopard Elder stood up and his voice was louder than the one just now.
"I support His Holiness the Pope's proposal! Sea God Island must pay the price! I, Spirit Hall, sacrificed many brothers on Sea God Island many years ago. This account has never been settled clearly!"