At this moment, Tang San has returned to City of Slaughter.
I was still frightened, but luckily I ran fast.
The moment Spirit Hall landed on the island, Tang San knew that Sea God Island was going to die.
He escaped by boat in the other direction.
Tang San is going to seize the time to carry out Asura God Trial. That Gu Qingshan is already invincible in the world. No one can defeat him unless he becomes a god.
On the other side, Bibi Dong and others return to the Spirit Hall.
It once again shocked the entire continent, and all forces trembled.
Especially the two empires, I am afraid that Spirit Hall will come over one day.
Envoys were sent one after another to establish relations with the Spirit Hall and test whether Spirit Hall had any further plans in the near future.
At the same time, the two empires had frequent contacts, put aside their hostility, and had great intentions of forming an alliance.
Pope Palace's door was closed tightly, and a dim light shone through the crack in the door.
Ning Rongrong stood in front of the door, holding a food box in his arms, with the heat of the food still on the lid.
The steward asked her to urge the Pope to have dinner, saying that the food was hot and hot, and had been hot three times.
His Holiness the Pope has a lot to do every day, so he must be working overtime again.
She knocked on the door, but there was no answer.
Knocked on the door again, but still no response.
Could it be that His Holiness the Pope was too absorbed in listening?
Ning Rongrong hesitated for a moment, then turned around and walked around to the back door of the Pope Palace.
She is the Pope's maid and often goes in and out of the Pope Palace to serve the Pope.
The back door was unlocked and opened as soon as I pushed it.
The corridor was very quiet, and her footsteps echoed in the empty passage.
She walked past several pillars, turned a corner, and the light in front of her gradually brightened.
Light leaked from a direction not far ahead, casting a warm yellow light on the ground through the half-open doors and stained glass windows.
The lights are still on in the Pope Palace's meeting hall.
Ning Rongrong breathed a sigh of relief, walked out from the corner, and was about to walk towards the door of the meeting hall, when her steps suddenly stopped.
Bibi Dong is sitting on the papal throne, wearing a purple-gold papal dress. The skirt is spread on the seat, glowing with tiny pieces of light under the light.
The Nine-Curved Purple Gold Crown on her head was worn upright, and the hundreds of red, blue, and gold gemstones inlaid on it reflected tiny rays of light when she turned her head.
Her skin was almost transparent and her facial features were exquisite, as if they had been carved stroke by stroke by a top sculptor.
He holds a pen in his hand and seems to be working.
The invisible noble temperament exuding from his body made Ning Rongrong feel a little ashamed of himself.
Just when she wanted to go over and ask Bibi Dong if she wanted to have a meal.
I saw that Bibi Dong's expression was a little strange, and he seemed to be in some pain.
The sleeves of the papal attire were scattered and the collar on the chest was slightly wrinkled.
The arms were unnaturally stiff, and the posture holding the pen showed a deliberate straightness.
Are you reviewing files?
What kind of files require such effort?
Regardless, he gritted his teeth, Ning Rongrong walked over, raised his head and looked at the desk.
"His Holiness the Pope, would you like to use..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw Ning Rongrong stunned on the spot.
With his eyes wide open, he stared straight at the papal throne with a look of disbelief.
There is another person on the second half of the papal throne.
It's Holy Son Gu Qingshan.
Ning Rongrong's footsteps stopped, and his whole figure seemed to have pressed the pause button.
She stood in front of the desk, looking at the figure sitting behind the papal throne, and her mind went blank at that moment.
He actually sat on the same chair as Pope Bibi Dong.
Seeing Ning Rongrong barging in, Gu Qingshan was a little weird, but he didn't panic, instead he was very calm.
Bibi Dong, on the other hand, panicked when he saw someone entering, but was held down by Gu Qingshan and could not break free.
I can only pretend to be calm, stand upright and sit upright.
He also pretended to hold a pen and started writing on paper.
"I still have some things to deal with, so I'll save dinner for now and go down."
She didn't raise her head when she spoke, her eyes still fell on the book in front of her, and the pen tip moved on the paper, as if she was really working.
Ning Rongrong's lips moved. She lowered her head and stared at the cracks in the bricks on the floor. Her body was a little stiff.
"Yes, His Holiness the Pope."
He pushed open the back door, walked into the corridor, leaned against the wall, and let out a long breath.
Looking at the ground illuminated by lights at the end of the corridor, the pictures in my mind are still swirling.
She took a deep breath and walked towards the kitchen.
Ning Rongrong walked while recalling the scene she just saw in her mind.
Bibi Dong's expression, Bibi Dong's breath, the folds on Bibi Dong's neckline, and the traces of the skirt corners being pulled up.
There was a faint pink color on his face, his breath was unsteady, and there were faint beads of sweat on his forehead.
She even saw something like tears remaining at the corner of Bibi Dong's mouth, as if he had just cried bitterly.
There is also the appearance of Gu Qingshan sitting on the back of the throne. His hands cannot be seen, and he seems to have put them down.
There are various signs that... these two people are definitely doing something else!
Silence returned to the palace, so quiet that one could hear the subtle crackling sound of the candle wicks burning on the table.
After Ning Rongrong left, Bibi Dong also breathed a sigh of relief, and his stiff body finally softened.
My forehead and the palm of my hand holding the pen were covered in sweat.
She turned her head and looked sideways at the young man behind her. With a mixture of shame and helplessness, she pinched him hard.
"Stinky Qingshan, it's all your fault. You didn't stop even though you heard footsteps."
There was still a hint of softness in his tone that had not completely dissipated, as if he was complaining or acting coquettishly.
Gu Qingshan was sitting on the backrest of the throne, his posture still relaxed, like a man who had just finished a labor that did not require his effort.
"What are you afraid of? A little maid can report on her Pope."
"Teacher, don't you think this is more interesting?"
"Besides, didn't you hold back just now? The disciple felt it and was shaking a bit exaggeratedly."
Bibi Dong's eyes widened slightly, and the redness that had just faded came back to her cheeks.
She rolled her eyes at him, but did not get up. She looked at the open file on the desk again, tapped the pen tip on the paper, and then lifted it up.
"Work first."
Gu Qingshan swallowed Blue Silver Leaf.
"Disciple, obey."
There are so many files that have not been approved yet, so we must speed up the process.
The pen tip made a crunching sound when it landed on the paper, which was particularly harsh in the quiet hall.
Gu Qingshan assisted Bibi Dong in his work. Although he was a little tired, he was full of energy.
After all, this is Pope Palace, the papal throne. Not everyone has this opportunity.
After a long time, the rice in the food box was already cold, and neither of them thought of eating.
Bibi Dong was full, and Gu Qingshan also replenished a lot of energy and water through Blue Silver Leaf.