"Gui Mei!"
Bibi Dong has regained his former coldness, and the gaffe just now seems to have never happened before.
"My subordinate is here."
A dark figure slowly emerged.
Ghost Douluo Gui Mei knelt on one knee, lowered his head, not daring to look at Bibi Dong's face.
"Fang Mo How are you doing these days?"
"Your Majesty. Mr. Fang Mo has been staying in his room to recuperate. He occasionally goes out for a walk and has not done any training."
Gui Mei's voice is low and respectful:
"His body is recovering well. According to the current speed, he will be able to resume normal cultivation in two or three days."
"Where is Qian Renxue?"
Bibi Dong's voice is still dull.
Gui Mei reported truthfully, "Ms. Qian Renxue will visit Mr. Fang Mo every day, staying for about an hour each time."
"Going every day?"
"Yes, I will go every day."
There was silence in the room for two seconds.
The silence from Pope Bibi Dong seems heavier than any thunder.
Gui Mei couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.
He didn't know why Pope suddenly asked about Qian Renxue, but his intuition told him that Pope was very dangerous at this moment.
"I know, step back..."
Bibi Dong's voice finally sounded again, still calm and without any emotion.
Gui Mei As if granted amnesty, his figure instantly blended into the shadows and disappeared in an instant.
The room became quiet again.
Bibi Dong stood in front of the desk, lowered his head, and his eyes fell on an official document on the table.
She did not read the contents of the official document.
Because the eyes are empty.
"I go there every day... I go there every day and stay there for an hour."
Bibi Dong closed his eyes.
That indescribable emotion that made her extremely uncomfortable surged up again.
This time it was more violent than before.
It was like a flood that had burst a dike, breaking through the defense line she had built with reason, and rampaging unscrupulously in her heart.
She didn't know what was wrong with her and why she had feelings for a child.
She didn't even know why she cared about the relationship between Qian Renxue and Fang Mo.
Qian Renxue is older.
Fang Mo calls Qian Renxue sister.
It is natural and normal that their relationship should be close.
Bibi Dong told himself repeatedly in his heart.
But it's no use.
Her heart was still throbbing, her breathing was still rapid, and her hands were still shaking slightly.
Bibi Dong opened his eyes suddenly, then turned around and walked towards the window again.
However, Qian Renxue and Fang Mo were no longer around outside, only a few young disciples were doing morning exercises.
Bibi Dong Looking at the empty training ground, she was silent for a long time, and then she turned back to her desk.
She tried to pick up the official document and read it, but she couldn't read a single word.
Let go.
Pick it up.
Put it down again.
Pick it up again.
These two simple actions were repeated several times by Bibi Dong.
Finally, she pushed all the official documents to the ground, letting the paper cover the entire ground.
She lay on the table and covered her face with her hands. The slightly red tips of her ears were exposed in the gap between her fingers.
Three days have passed.
It's not long, it's not long, it's not short, it's short.
But for Bibi Dong, these three days have passed longer than three years.
Her mental state had deteriorated visibly, and the bags under her eyes also appeared faintly blue-black.
Looks paler than usual.
The curvature of the corners of his mouth was colder and harder than usual.
When the maids served her, they didn't even dare to take a breath.
(How about this style of painting?)
Even two Titled Douluo, Gui Mei and Yue Guan, reported to Bibi Dong.
They would deliberately lower their voices for fear of offending this Pope who was in a very poor mental state.
Yue Guan once asked Gui Mei in private, "What's going on with His Holiness the Pope these days?"
Gui Mei shook his head and just said, "If you don't know, don't ask."
Yue Guan wisely stopped asking questions.
He just prayed silently in his heart, hoping that His Holiness the Pope could return to normal as soon as possible.
Otherwise, given the state of Pope these days, everyone at the Spirit Hall will suffer.
The night of the third day.
The moonlight is like ink.
In the bedroom of the Pope Palace.
Bibi Dong is still sitting at the desk, with the official documents accumulated in the past three days in front of him.
She stared at the yearly documents on the table, but her eyes were completely unfocused.
Her mind is far away.
In the room of Fang Mo.
On Fang Mo's face.
In Fang Mo's pair of black and pure eyes, with the trust of a child.
Bibi Dong put down the pen in his hand.
She slowly leaned back on the chair, raised her head, and stared at the ceiling quietly.
There is nothing on the ceiling.
She just watched quietly.
Say nothing.
She is tired.
It's not that you're physically tired.
It's because I'm tired.
For the past three days, she has been fighting with herself.
I have been struggling with that inexplicable and uncontrollable emotion.
I've been trying to convince myself...
That's not a heart-pounding feeling.
That's just the care that a master has for his disciples, and that's just the care that an elder has for a younger generation.
"Enough... really enough..."
Bibi Dong slowly closed his eyes and his voice was so low that it was almost inaudible.
She really didn't want to lie to herself anymore.
She knew what that feeling was, but she just didn't want to admit it.
Once she admits it, it means...
She is the successor of Bibi Dong, Pope, Rakshasa God of the Spirit Hall.
A woman who had been hurt by Qian Xunji, a woman who had lived for more than forty years and had given birth to a daughter, actually fell in love with her disciple.
It's really ridiculous!
It's really ridiculous!
A bitter curve appeared at the corner of her mouth, just as she was immersed in self-mockery.
In Bibi Dong's mind, a voice suddenly sounded.
That voice was ancient, sacred and deep, carrying a mystery that did not belong to this world.
"Rakshasa Nine Trials...
Second Trial... turn on..."
Bibi Dong opened his eyes suddenly.
Bibi Dong's pupils shrank violently, and his body suddenly sat upright as if it had been electrocuted.
Rakshasa God Trial.
Rakshasa God Trial, who had been silent for a long time, finally responded.
Since she killed Qian Xunji, Rakshasa First Trial has been completed.
But the content of Second Trial has always been blank.
According to the information left by Rakshasa God, it will only be activated after her cultivation reaches level 99.
But now...Rakshasa God Trial Second Trial has actually been turned on in advance.
Bibi Dong's heartbeat suddenly accelerated.
A kind of ecstasy that had been suppressed for a long time suddenly spread from the bottom of my heart.
Rakshasa God Trial is activated in advance, which means she can gain more powerful power.
Bibi Dong took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.
She slowly closed her eyes and focused all her attention on the information that was slowly unfolding.
The content of Rakshasa God Trial Second Trial is emerging bit by bit.
Bibi Dong almost held his breath and read the text above carefully.
Then...
Her expression changed instantly.
From expectation, to doubt.
From doubt to shock.
From shock, to resistance.
In the end, it turned from resistance to an extremely complex, indescribable... absurdity.
Because the content of Second Trial is:
Open your heart and accept someone of the opposite sex from your heart.