Bibi Dong: I can't hold back anymore! I'll beat him first!

Bibi Dong is holding a grudge against herself!

She was blaming herself for not coming to see her all these years!

She was using this cold and indifferent way to express her inner grievances and resentment!

Women are all like that, saying one thing and meaning another.

Thinking of this, Yu Xiaogang was not angry at all; instead, he felt a surge of pride, thinking, "I still understand her best."

The pain on his face intensified, his acting skills were on par with those of a movie star.

"Dong'er, I know you're still blaming me."

"But do you know that every single day of these years, I haven't stopped thinking about you!"

He opened his arms as if to embrace the entire hall, and his voice became impassioned.

"The reason I haven't come to see you all these years is because I'm too ashamed to face you! I'm stuck at level 29, I'm just a piece of trash!"

"I don't want you to see me like this! I'm afraid you'll be disappointed!"

After saying that, he turned around abruptly and stared intently at Bibi Dong on the throne with what he thought were eyes full of deep affection.

But now, you've given me hope!

"Dong'er! I know that Maple Dye Pavilion was prepared for me by you! I know everything!"

"Stop being temperamental with me, okay? I really... really need this opportunity!"

His words were sincere and heartfelt, deeply moving.

If it were the love-struck Bibi Dong from twenty years ago, she probably would have already run down the steps crying and buried her face in his arms.

However.

Bibi Dong, seated on the throne, simply stared at him with an expression that suggested he was an idiot.

This guy...

Is he mentally ill?

How blind I was to even think of eloping with someone like that?

The thought flashed through Bibi Dong's mind, causing her to feel a physical discomfort in her stomach.

It even made her feel that her intelligence had been insulted across twenty years.

Before Bibi Dong could say anything, Yu Xiaogang, standing below the main hall, was already immersed in his own script and began the next part of his performance.

Complain!

He wanted to use the grievances he suffered today to make that woman feel guilty, and to make her understand what a "painful" price he had paid to come see her!

"Dong'er, you have no idea how much I've suffered today just to see you as soon as possible."

Yu Xiaogang's tone was full of grievance. "I just entered Spirit City and just wanted to ask someone for directions, to politely inquire about the location of the Maple Dye Pavilion."

"But who knew that those blind patrol soldiers would start punching and kicking me without saying a word!"

Upon hearing this...

On the throne, a barely perceptible hint of surprise flashed in Bibi Dong's beautiful, amethyst-like eyes.

Is this even possible?

We'll have to check which squad it was later. Well done.

Not only will he be promoted one rank, but his bonus this month will also be doubled!

Seeing that Bibi-Dong's expression seemed to have changed Sisi, Yu Xiaogang was instantly greatly encouraged!

He thought she was feeling sorry for him!

He became increasingly excited, but also increasingly aggrieved, and continued to embellish his story.

"That's not all!"

"When I finally found Maple Dye Pavilion, the Title Douluo guarding the gate was even more unreasonable!"

"I didn't do anything, I just gave my name!"

"He went crazy, grabbed me, and slapped me dozens of times! My face is still burning!"

Yu Xiaogang turned his face to the side, showing Bibi Dong his cheek, which had been repeatedly slapped by Qian Daoliu and still retained a trace of unnatural redness and swelling even after healing.

Bibi Dong's gaze fell on his repulsive face.

The image of the disheveled "security guard" at the entrance of the Maple Dye Pavilion instantly flashed into my mind.

That titled Douluo... must be that old geezer Qian Daoliu.

Well done!

This is the first time in my life that I've actually found that old geezer Qian Daoliu somewhat pleasing to the eye.

But was it only a few dozen slaps?

That's a bit too little.

Yu Xiaogang naturally couldn't understand the true meaning behind Bibi Dong's eyes.

In his mind, which is as convoluted as a black hole, Bibi Dong's "moved" appearance was undoubtedly an expression of heartache and anger!

Yu Xiaogang's pitiful vanity was satisfied like never before.

He felt that the time was almost right.

It's time to state our final and most fundamental demands.

He gritted his teeth, his face filled with hatred for the "murderer".

"The most hateful one is that brat in the Maple Dye Pavilion!"

"He dares to disrespect me because he has you backing him up, he..."

However.

This time, before Yu Xiaogang could finish his angry accusation...

A purple afterimage flashed past from the high Pope throne without warning!

Yu Xiaogang didn't even see what happened.

He only felt a blur before his eyes.

The next second.

That Six-Winged Angel Scepter, symbolizing the pinnacle of power on the continent and exquisitely magnificent.

Bibi Dong swung him around like a baseball bat, and he landed squarely on his stomach!

Bang--!!!

A dull, teeth-grinding bang suddenly exploded in the hall!

Yu Xiaogang's eyes bulged out, and his body flew backward through the air like a swatted bug.

It crashed heavily into the heavy doors of the Pope Palace dozens of meters away, making a loud noise before sliding to the ground, its knees buckling, and it knelt down.

"Vomit--"

Yu Xiaogang's stomach was already empty, and this simple yet powerful blow caused him to vomit up even the bile from the previous night, splashing it onto the spotless floor in front of him.

He clutched his stomach tightly with both hands, his face contorted with pain, a mixture of absurdity and bewilderment on his face.

He shakily raised his head and looked at the exquisitely beautiful face that was so close yet as cold as ice.

"Dong... Dong'er... why..."

Bang!!

His bewildered question was once again forced back down by another, even heavier thud.

This time, the top of the scepter, inlaid with a huge gem, smashed solidly into his mouth.

Several teeth, mixed with blood and foam, splattered out.

What followed turned into muffled sobs.

Yu Xiaogang was completely dumbfounded.

My mind went completely blank.

However, this was just the beginning.

Bibi Dong seemed to have completely gone mad.

In her beautiful, amethyst-like eyes burned a kind of almost manic flame that Yu Xiaogang had never seen before.

She gripped the heavy Pope Scepter tightly with both hands and, as if venting her anger, pounded it on Yu Xiaogang's body again and again!

"Crack!" -- That was the sound of his kneecap shattering!

"Bang!" -- That was the sound of his arm being smashed off while he was trying to block!

The crisp sound of bones shattering was so jarring in the hall.

Accompanying the sound of bones cracking was Bibi Dong's suppressed roar, filled with boundless rage!

"You dare call him a greenhorn?!"

"Yu! Xiao! Gang!"

You deserve to die!

From Yu Xiaogang's incoherent accusations, how could Bibi Dong not realize who this "young punk" he was referring to really was?!

Who else could it be but Lin Feng!

When she heard this good-for-nothing dare to use such filthy words to describe her beloved.

What a load of bullshit!

Why torture him slowly, undermining his dignity?

All reason, all plans, were thrown to the winds in that instant!

Screw boiling the frog in lukewarm water!

To hell with killing someone and destroying their spirit!

I can't hold back any longer!

Let's beat this damn bastard up first, vent our anger!