What the hell?
Food money?
Monthly subscription?!
When these two phrases were put together and spat out calmly from His Holiness the Pope's mouth, the subordinate Soul Douluo, who was kneeling on one knee, was completely stunned.
His brain seemed to have been hit head-on by a Soul Skill with the title Douluo. It went blank and buzzed for an instant.
Did he hear something wrong?
That's Vault No. 7!
It is Spirit Hall who is the head of the huge wealth that has been accumulated for nearly ten thousand years!
Now, Your Majesty actually wants to take all this wealth, which is enough to overturn the structure of the continent, to... eat?
What the hell is it a monthly subscription?!
What kind of meal is this that is worthy of such a price?
A trace of absurd thought caused the heart of this loyal elder to stop, and he almost subconsciously wanted to speak out to dissuade him.
However, it was at this moment that he was stunned.
Bibi Dong's double clear eyes suddenly cast a cold gaze.
"Do I need to repeat what I said a second time?"
Although there is no longer the violence and madness of the past, there is an unquestionable and pure majesty.
Boom!
Soul Douluo Elder trembled as if struck by lightning, and all his doubts and absurdities were instantly crushed by the bone-chilling chill.
He lowered his head suddenly, his voice trembling violently with fear.
"I obey my orders!"
Before he finished speaking, he rolled and disappeared into the hall, as if a god was chasing him behind him.
A night of silence.
It's still dark, Suotuo City.
In an inconspicuous hotel room, Zhu Zhuqing slowly opened his eyes.
In those cold cat eyes, there was a faint moonlight flowing at this moment, and the whole person's temperament became more ethereal and holy.
After a night of breathing, the medicinal power of the immortal product "Moon Soul Flowing Light Epiphyllum" has been completely integrated with her Soul Power.
She didn't get up.
Just sitting quietly, my perception was like mercury pouring down the ground, penetrating the two walls beside me silently.
In the room on the left, there was a greedy breath that was suppressed to the extreme but still as hot as fire.
It's Tang San.
In the room on the right, there is a Evil Fire full of jealousy, tyranny and possessiveness.
It's Dai Mubai.
Sure enough, everything was as she expected.
Shrek Academy, after all, is just a vulgar and barbaric grassroots team.
In a place where teachers would blatantly attack students because of disagreements over words, how could they let him go so easily?
Especially the man named Tang San.
She was now extremely convinced that the look the other party gave her earlier was not about inquiry and curiosity at all.
It was a kind of greed like a hungry wolf eyeing blood.
An unabashed coveting of her Immortal Herb!
He really knows the true value of Immortal Herb.
At this moment, the two irrepressible hot breaths coming from the partition wall were the final confirmation of all her suspicions.
If it were yesterday, she might still feel a little scared.
But now, there is only a cold calm in Zhu Zhuqing's heart.
Just then.
The exquisite Maple Leaf Badge on her chest quietly bloomed with a warm red light.
The light flowed in front of her, and silently opened an oval light door leading to the Divine Realm.
Zhu Zhuqing stood up and dusted off the non-existent dust on the black and red uniform on his body.
She ignored the two restless breaths next door, but with a smile like a pilgrim, she stepped into the light door without hesitation.
The room fell into silence.
And next door.
Tang San and Dai Mubai, who had been holding their breath and concentrating, pushing their perception to the extreme, suddenly opened their eyes almost at the same time!
Gone!
Zhu Zhuqing's breath is not moving or going away!
Instead, it disappeared out of thin air, completely, and from their perception!
The two appeared in front of the door of Zhu Zhuqing's room almost at the same time and kicked open the wooden door.
But where is the shadow of Zhu Zhuqing in it?
"Damn it!"
Dai Mubai punched the wall with a loud, dull sound, his eyes filled with rage and unwillingness for the prey to escape.
Tang San's face was as gloomy as a layer of frost.
His plan, his Immortal Herb, flew right under his nose in a way that he couldn't understand at all.
The moment when Zhu Zhuqing's figure stepped out of the warm light door and returned to the Maple Dye Pavilion.
Almost in no particular order, two circles of ripples appeared in the space beside her, and the figures of Hu Liena and Zhu Zhuyun also emerged.
Overnight, the temperaments of the three women have undergone earth-shaking changes.
Between Hu Liena's every frown and smile, that charming and natural charm has been restrained to the extreme, as if it is innate, it is no longer Soul Skill, but an instinct.
Zhu Zhuyun's eyes, always burning with ambition, are all sharp at this moment, and his whole person is like a peerless magic weapon gathered in a sheath, becoming more and more unfathomable.
It seems that they have completely transformed the god-given immortality into their own heritage.
The three people's eyes met, and there seemed to be invisible lightning flashing in the air.
However, before they could say anything, a suppressed quarrel came faintly from outside the door.
That voice contained a terrifying pressure that would make an ordinary Soul Master burst into tears.
The three women looked at each other, tacitly moved to the door, and quietly pushed the heavy wooden door open to create a gap only for peeking.
The next second.
Three heads, from top to bottom, were neatly stacked behind the door.
Three eyes, with the same curiosity and shock, secretly looked at the world outside the door.
Just one glance, but their moods have already changed. At this moment, the muscles at the corners of their mouths are twitching uncontrollably.
The scene outside the door is absurd.
Spirit Hall Elder Council, headed by Pope Bibi Dong, stood quietly in front of the hotel like pilgrims.
However, the sight of the three women involuntarily passed over the majestic figures of Pope and the elders.
Their pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a needle tip in the next second!
What is that?
That's not a "mountain" at all!
It is a mountain of wealth that is made up of countless rare treasures, and its light is enough to burn your eyes!
Gold Soul Coin In this situation, it has even become the most inconspicuous paving stone!
Those rare ores that usually only appear in legends and are enough to drive master craftsmen crazy are now like worthless rubble, being piled together haphazardly.
The gems the size of a baby's fist even distort the surrounding light!
"Gudong."
Hu Liena's throat rolled with difficulty.
As Pope's direct disciple, Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall, she recognized the origins of several of the items at a glance.
That's Vault No. 7!
It is the most core and largest strategic reserve Spirit Hall has accumulated for nearly ten thousand years!
It is the absolute lifeblood that is enough to support Spirit Hall in launching a war sweeping the entire continent!
But now, it has been completely evacuated.
Like garbage, piled outside the Maple Dye Pavilion's door.
And opposite them.
Spirit Hall Grand Elder, that living legend, Qian Daoliu, is staring at Bibi Dong with eyes that look like a madman.
The three worshipers Azure Luan, Guang Ling, and Jiang Mo who were present yesterday were pulling him desperately, with panic and pleading written on their faces.
"Grand Elder! Calm down! Calm down!"
"This is Maple Dye Pavilion! Don't be disrespectful to your seniors!"
Qian Daoliu didn't seem to hear it. He was so angry that he was shaking all over. The terrifying aura belonging to level ninety-nine Peerless Douluo actually escaped uncontrollably.
He pointed at Bibi Dong, and his voice was no longer a scolding, but a cry before the collapse of faith.
"Bibi Dong! Are you crazy?!"
"You emptied Seventh Treasury! That is the cornerstone of the Spirit Hall's ten thousand-year inheritance! It is the foundation of God of Angels's glory!"
"Now, you actually want to use it... to exchange for a few meals?!"