The Pope Uses Alcohol to Drown His Sorrows? No, He Uses It to Act Like a Scoundrel!

Seeing the bare skewer in Ah Yin's hand.

The victorious smile on Bibi Dong's face froze inch by inch, then shattered.

The light in her eyes dimmed bit by bit, replaced by the most primal, purest rage of a woman!

"Ah—!"

A shriek that barely sounded human erupted from Bibi Dong's throat!

She lunged forward, grabbed Ah Yin by the shoulders with both hands, and shook her wildly with all her strength!

"Mine! That was mine! Mine!!"

"Spit it out right now!!"

Ah Yin was shaken so hard that the world spun around her. Her stomach churned, and the barbecue she had just eaten nearly came back the way it went down.

Her pure blue eyes were filled with innocence.

She didn't understand.

Wasn't it just a skewer of grilled meat?

Was this really necessary?

"I... I really didn't mean to..."

"If you keep shaking me... I'll... blegh..."

Seeing Bibi Dong completely lose it, Hu Liena's mouth nearly stretched to her ears.

She desperately covered her mouth with her hand to keep herself from bursting into a pig-like cackle.

Yet her watery fox eyes had already curved into two lovely crescents, and even physiological tears had been squeezed from the corners of her eyes.

Served you right for trying to use the entire Spirit Hall, the entire continent, to pressure us!

Serves you right!

Meanwhile, she picked up her beer and took a fierce gulp, her face likewise wearing a gloating expression.

Flipping the table, huh?

Throwing martial virtue out the window, huh?

The heavens' justice comes full circle—who has heaven ever spared!

Watching the scene before him, Lin Feng could only feel a headache coming on.

The lofty Pope of Spirit Hall was currently grabbing a breathtakingly beautiful woman transformed from a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast and shaking her wildly