Qian Daoliu Nearly Got So Mad He Passed Out Again-You Got Killed by a Potted Plant?

The dull thuds Pope Palace continued from late at night until sunrise.

She didn't stop until the first ray of dawn pierced the window and fell on Bibi Dong's face.

Yu Xiaogang's situation was so dire that it required censorship before his films could be shown.

His limbs were twisted at an eerie angle, his chest barely rose and fell, and he was about to meet his maker.

Bibi Dong was panting heavily, her chest heaving. A night of physical labor had left her forehead covered in fine beads of sweat.

But her stunningly beautiful face still held an unyielding, icy killing intent.

She looked down at the Pope Scepter in her hand.

The Six-Winged Angel statue at the top of the scepter has three wings broken off.

The straight staff had been smashed into an almost 90-degree "L" shape by her, with some unknown red and white objects hanging on it.

Just as she was pondering whether she should change locations or find a more suitable weapon to continue...

The first rays of morning light made her pause.

Is it dawn?

The string of "anger" in Bibi Dong's mind snapped on the spot.

Instead, another steel bar called "Dry Rice" was instantly tightened!

It's the second day!

Time to eat again!

Thinking of this, she didn't bother to change out of the blood-stained and dust-covered clothes she was wearing.

He even tore a hole in his Pope Robe due to his own excessive movement, and turned to rush out of the hall!

As she passed the guard at the gate, she tossed out a sentence without turning her head.

"Keep an eye on that good-for-nothing inside, don't let him die!"

Before she could finish speaking, she had already transformed into a purple shadow and vanished from the sight of the bewildered guards...

However, just as she was about to step onto those familiar steps, a strong arm blocked her way.

Bibi Dong paused, her amethyst-like eyes slowly lifting as her icy gaze fell upon the owner of her arm.

Qian Daoliu.

He stood there ramrod straight, expressionless, like an unshakeable mountain.

His dignified face, though not angry, showed no trace of yesterday's embarrassment or sorrow, as if his argument with Qian Renxue and his conflict with Bibi Dong had never happened.

He's just a security guard now.

"Your His Holiness the Pope"

Qian Daoliu's voice was calm and composed, devoid of any personal emotion.

"You're too early; the shop hasn't opened yet."

Bibi Dong's pupils contracted slightly.

Then, her gaze passed through the huge glass door and looked into the store.

At that familiar dining table, Lin Feng was leaning back in his chair, looking languid.

Hu Liena and the Zhu Family sisters, who were sitting next to him, were smiling and serving him food. The four of them sat together, enjoying a warm and ordinary breakfast.

They were chatting and laughing with their seniors while eating breakfast.

Bibi Dong's expression dimmed in an instant.

An indescribable sense of bitterness and loss gradually welled up in my heart.

She then remembered with perfect clarity.

My monthly "three meals a day" subscription privilege has been cancelled.

I am no longer the only VIP who can enjoy the delicacies of my predecessors anytime, anywhere.

She pursed her dry lips, feeling as if a wad of cotton was stuck in her throat.

"I'll wait."

After saying that, she silently stepped aside, like a pitiful person who had been kicked out of her home and could only look longingly at the warm lights inside.

Seeing this, Qian Daoliu simply nodded and said nothing more, preparing to turn his gaze back to what lay ahead.

As a security guard, all he needed to do was follow the rules set by his seniors.

As for the grudges between Bibi Dong and the Qian Family, they are not important here.

But just as he turned his head, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of an object in Bibi Dong's hand.

The Qian Daoliu's face instantly crumbled.

His pupils suddenly contracted, and his breath caught in his throat for a moment.

He trembled as he extended his finger, pointing it into Bibi Dong's hand.

The voice carried an extreme sense of horror and disbelief that even he himself was unaware of.

"This... this could be...?"

Bibi Dong was completely immersed in the immense sense of loss from being excluded and did not notice Qian Daoliu's unusual behavior at all.

She glanced down at the "weapon" in her hand, which she had been using as a baseball bat to hurl all night.

Oh, the Pope Scepter.

I was playing so smoothly last night that I forgot to put it back.

Distracted, she simply shoved the deformed scepter into Qian Daoliu's hand.

"The scepter passed down through generations of your Angel Clan."

She offered a casual explanation.

Just then.

"Ding-a-ling~"

The heavy glass door of the Maple Dye Pavilion slid open automatically to both sides.

Inside the shop, Lin Feng and his companions had already finished their breakfast.

The aroma wafting from the crack in the door brought a glimmer of light to Bibi Dong's pale face.

She practically couldn't wait to get into the restaurant.

Outside the door.

Only Qian Daoliu remained, standing there in a daze, clutching the heavy scepter.

His body was trembling uncontrollably.

He slowly lowered his head, his gaze falling on the scepter in his hand.

The exquisite carvings and gems on the staff were chipped and broken.

It was even stained with some dried, dark red, unidentified dirt.

Qian Daoliu trembled as he tried to straighten the Six-Winged Angel statue atop the scepter, a symbol of the supreme glory of the Angel Clan.

However, his fingers had only just touched it.

"Crack--!"

A sound so crisp it was heartbreaking.

The Six-Winged Angel statue, which should have been immortal, was cleanly broken in two from the middle.

The upper half, with three broken wings attached, slid off the top of the staff and fell to the ground with a dull clang.

Qian Daoliu: "..."

The whole world seemed to turn black and white at that moment.

He looked down at the half-shaved Angel Statue on the ground.

He then looked at the twisted and deformed remains of the scepter in his hand.

Finally, he slowly raised his head, his gaze piercing through the glass door and landing on Bibi Dong's back as she found a seat and waited expectantly to order.

An uncontrollable surge of blood energy rushed straight to the top of his head!

He felt a sudden darkness engulf him, and almost fainted on the spot.

Qian Daoliu quickly pinched his philtrum tightly, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled, desperately trying to calm himself down.

To avoid becoming the first level 99 Peerless Douluo in the history of the Douluo Continent to die of anger.

Don't get angry!

This is the entrance to the shop of a senior colleague!

We can't cause trouble for our seniors!

But just as he was about to do his third set of deep breaths...

Suddenly, more than a dozen shrill whistles cut through the sky!

More than a dozen figures, like meteorites, descended from the sky, carrying endless panic and anxiety!

Leading the group were none other than Golden Crocodile Douluo and Ghost Douluo!

"Boom--!!!"

More than a dozen people crashed heavily onto the open ground in front of the Maple Dye Pavilion, the terrifying impact raising clouds of dust.

Qian Daoliu, who hadn't caught his breath, was choked by the sudden cloud of dust and began coughing violently.

"Cough cough cough... cough!"

Qian Daoliu's face instantly turned a deep purplish-red, and he was about to reprimand him almost instinctively.

Who is this blind fool who dares to make such a fuss in front of the senior's shop!

However, when he saw who it was, all his anger turned into astonishment.

In Ghost Douluo's arms was a person whose breath was so weak that they were almost fading away.

Chrysanthemum Douluo, Yue Guan!

Qian Daoliu instantly realized the seriousness of the situation.

"Senior!"

"Please! Save Yue Guan!"

Before Qian Daoliu could ask any questions, the Gui Mei carrying Chrysanthemum Douluo staggered out of the dust.

He rushed into the store, and the moment he saw Lin Feng, his legs went weak, and he knelt heavily in front of Lin Feng with a "thud"!

His handsome face was streaked with tears and filled with despair.

Tears fell in a steady stream, pattering onto the clean floor.

"Senior... I beg you..."

Lin Feng was taken aback by this sudden turn of events, and the teacup he had just picked up froze in mid-air.

He was completely dazed.

No...

No way?

A dozen or so titled Douluo, such an incredible combination, they could form a group and go dig up a potted plant.

As a result... one was folded in?

You guys... got defeated by a potted plant?!