Bibi Dong Abandons, Snow Empress Raises to Adulthood

"Rongrong, don't believe him!"

Oscar quickly interrupted the conversation between Tang San and Ning Rongrong. If he didn't speak up, the tip of the spear might just end up pointed at his head!

"He's just saying things to deceive you in order to survive!"

Oscar's words had an effect, and Ning Rongrong hesitated for a moment.

Oscar was inwardly exasperated. This Tang San was nothing but a hypocrite!

He had completely seen through him. Brotherly love was nonexistent in this situation.

He originally thought that everyone could unite, but Tang San directly stabbed him in the back.

Oscar felt disgusted by Tang San.

Coveting his Rongrong, confessing at this time, and incidentally pushing him to his death.

What would be the result of that?

Letting Tang San live and then letting him hurt Rongrong to his heart's content?

That was impossible!

Tang San already had Xiao Wu, yet he was saying such things. It was truly disgusting!

Oscar glared, and fearing that Ning Rongrong might let something slip, he raised his voice several octaves.

"Tang San! You're a bastard!"

Tang San heard Oscar, who had always been meek and compliant around him, actually daring to curse him now.

He instantly felt unbalanced.

"Curse me? You, Oscar, dare to curse me!" Tang San immediately tried to drown out Oscar with an even louder voice.

"Why wouldn't I dare to curse you!" Oscar said fiercely. "In terms of seniority in the academy, I'm older than you!"

"Under normal circumstances, you should call me 'Senior Brother'!" Oscar straightened his back. "We came here to help your Xiao Wu!"

Oscar deliberately raised his voice when he said Xiao Wu's name, just to tell Ning Rongrong not to believe Tang San's words.

He still had Xiao Wu. Maybe after this life-or-death choice was over, he would happily run back to Xiao Wu's side. If she made an irrational decision, it was very likely that she would end up with nothing.

"What right do you have to make trouble with me here?"

Tang San was furious. He didn't want to argue with Oscar, but now that Oscar was trying to get Ning Rongrong to choose him, he couldn't tolerate it.

In peaceful times, everyone was a good brother.

But now that disaster was looming, he had to ensure his own safety first!

So, he simply said the words that would hurt Oscar the most directly to his face.

"Oscar, you don't really think you can join the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect as easily as I could, do you?"

Chapter 40: Qian Daoliu Confronts Bibi Dong! You Have Another Child!

"What do you want to say?"

Oscar knew that he was just an ordinary food-type support Spirit Master.

Even in the talent-filled Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, he wasn't particularly outstanding.

Someone like him wanting to join the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would be difficult unless the upper echelons opened the door for him.

After all, there were too many support Spirit Masters on the entire continent who wanted to join the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Oscar would have to wait in line.

So, this had always been Oscar's pain.

"What I want to say is..."

Tang San sneered, "You, a support Spirit Master like you, want to marry Ning Rongrong? Do you think the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would agree?"

Oscar's expression froze, and a hint of red appeared on his face.

This question had always been his inner demon.

Now that Tang San had said it so bluntly, he felt very uncomfortable.

Even he himself knew that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was very likely to disagree.

But Oscar had always firmly believed that as long as he kept simping for Ning Rongrong, all he needed was Ning Rongrong's agreement in the future.

After all, she was the eldest princess of the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!

Even the Sect Master wouldn't refuse Ning Rongrong's request.

Therefore, Oscar had to transform himself into the ultimate simp.

This was his only way to marry Ning Rongrong.

"You're not a good person either!"

Oscar couldn't answer that question, but he could curse Tang San in other ways.

"Don't think I don't know. What else can your trash Blue Silver Grass do besides provide a little control?"

"Even if I'm a support-type Soul Master, protecting another support like Ning Rongrong would be difficult, but you think you can do it with your trash Martial Soul, Blue Silver Grass?"

"Do you even know that the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul is a dime a dozen? Without Rongrong's affection, you would never have been able to join the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!"

Oscar couldn't take it anymore and went all out on Tang San.

He and Tang San lived together and knew each other inside and out.

But that's exactly why their insults hit so hard.

Because they both knew where to strike.

"You never considered me a brother!" Oscar roared, finally saying what was in his heart.

These words would completely expose Tang San's hypocrisy.

Tang San's expression changed drastically.

Oscar had seen through his heart.

And he had almost no way to refute what Oscar said.

Oscar was going crazy at this point, tearing at his voice and howling at the sky, as if trying to release all the frustration in his heart.

"We came to help you save Xiao Wu, and this is how you treat me?"

"Even Dai Mubai is injured like this, and you're completely indifferent!"

Oscar's last words dragged Dai Mubai into the mess.

The severely injured Dai Mubai immediately shrank back, afraid of this life-and-death level of conflict engulfing him.

Oscar and Tang San were completely worked up, their eyes red with anger.

There was no brotherly affection left.

Dai Mubai watched, anxious.

But there was nothing he could do.

If he joined in, it would likely become a three-way choice.

And what was there to choose? Just read out Dai Mubai's ID number.

He didn't have the same deep relationship and bond with Ning Rongrong.

At this point, Xue Tianyu couldn't even hear what the two were saying as they argued more and more fiercely.

Like two fishwives quarreling in the street.

Right or wrong didn't matter, only the momentum.

Xue Tianyu coldly interrupted.

"Stop arguing! Quiet!"

Xue Tianyu's words were effective. Oscar and Tang San stopped immediately when he spoke.

After all, Xue Tianyu was the one who ultimately made the decisions now.

If they didn't listen and were killed prematurely, they wouldn't have any chance at all.

Xue Tianyu didn't look at Tang San and Oscar, who were red in the face from arguing. He turned to Ning Rongrong and raised an eyebrow. "So now, who will you choose to die?"

"Does someone have to be chosen?"

Ning Rongrong was frightened by Xue Tianyu's gaze and said with a sob, "I, I don't know..."

Although Ning Rongrong said that, she was actually a little thrilled inside.

After all, she now had a sense of great power in her hands.

This kind of power to decide who lives or dies would be intoxicating to anyone.

Especially as Ning Rongrong watched Tang San and Oscar tear each other apart for her sake, while she sat in judgment over it all.

This kind of feeling wouldn't exist under normal circumstances.

Xue Tianyu silently watched the fake-crying Ning Rongrong, a sneer in his heart. He had already seen through the excitement in Ning Rongrong's eyes.

Really give Ning Rongrong the right to choose?

Keep dreaming.

The final interpretation always rested in Xue Tianyu's own hands.

This was the beginning of the rift.

At this moment, under Xue Tianyu's pressure, Ning Rongrong looked at Oscar.

An ominous premonition immediately arose in Oscar's heart.

Was he going to be forced to wear the clown mask?

Had he given so much for Ning Rongrong, only to be treated like a clown in the end?

"Oscar, I might have to..."

Ning Rongrong said hesitantly.

But every word she spoke drained the color from Oscar's face.

Tang San was about to burst out laughing.

However, his acting was decent; only the frantic twitching of his lips betrayed his inner excitement.

Oscar panicked instantly.

He pleaded with Ning Rongrong, "Rongrong!"

"Since we met, how much have I done for you? How much have I given up…?"

"You know it in your heart."

"Rongrong, think about it, who comforts you when you're sad?"

"It's me!"

"Who's the first to help when you're in trouble?"

"Still me!"

Oscar looked at Ning Rongrong pitifully, "You wouldn't… choose me, would you?"

Spirit City, late at night.

The Spirit Hall's archives.

Bibi Dong, in a long robe, sat in a chair, her beautiful legs encased in black stockings. She stretched languidly, her mature figure on full display, radiating a unique allure that made people want to gaze upon the Pope's dignified face.

But the hint of madness in her eyes made them hesitate.

She examined the documents.

Even though the moonlight shrouded the area, it didn't hinder her investigation in the slightest.