After a long while, Bibi Dong was the first who could no longer stand the awkward atmosphere, and she gave Ning Bei a complicated look.
"Boy, I admit defeat this time. Let me leave, and our business is wiped clean."
Ning Bei looked strangely at Bibi Dong, who was slumped on the ground.
"You two really are mother and daughter. After getting taken down, the first thing you say is exactly the same."
Ning Bei's words made Bibi Dong's expression turn extremely ugly.
"That girl even told you that?"
"Told me what? You mother and daughter both came rushing over one after another to make trouble for me. Did you really think I don't have a temper?"
He skillfully summoned Yao Yao and arranged a full set of Japanese-style binding for her.
Putting away the table, chairs, little stool, melon seeds, and drinks, Ning Bei came over to Bibi Dong, who had been wrapped up like a rice dumpling, and hooked Your Majesty the Pope's chin up with his index finger.
"I thought you wouldn't care whether Little Angel lived or died. From the look of it now, you still care about her a little. Sneaking over in the middle of the night just to take a look?"
Bibi Dong was mortified by her current state. It was as if she had returned to that night decades ago, except this place was much more open.
Your Majesty the Pope looked with a man-eating expression at Ning Bei's finger resting against her jaw.
"Boy, keep your hands to yourself, or once I recover my Soul Power, I'll make you pay."
"And how exactly do you know about me and that girl? There's no way she would have told you so much."
Seeing that she was still threatening him, Ning Bei looked