Douluo: My Wuhun is actually myself

Chapter 111 Chapter 111: Pope Bibi Dong

Boiling water, plucking the hair, and opening the belly.

Song Wuque's movements were done in one go, like a master who had been killing chickens in a slaughterhouse for ten years.

So, when the black-clothed Bishop Lux of Wuhun Palace arrived with Bibi Dong, Song Wuque was in the process of disemboweling the fat chicken.

Several pairs of eyes faced each other, all in a daze.

The woman has a beautiful face, wearing a nine-curved pink gemstone crown, burgundy-purple slightly curly long hair, an almost perfect oval face, exquisite and glamorous, meticulously crafted, seems to be the most perfect work of art, and a pair of peach blossom eyes , majestic with a hint of charm, her eyes are rose red, revealing a hint of evil, her jade nose is delicate and straight, and her pink lips are round and attractive, making people want to kiss her.

A tight-fitting and luxurious pink dress with gold patterns wrapped her plump and proud body. Her skin was white and delicate, like suet white jade. The buttocks are round and perfect, without a trace of flaws.

Pink tight-fitting leather pants wrapped around long legs with golden proportions. They were straight, slender, and extremely tall. Her feet were wearing exquisite and luxurious high heels, standing there proudly.

Looking at this incredibly beautiful woman, Song Wuque knew that it was Bibi Dong.

In this world, there is only one woman with this kind of temperament and the courage to dress like this, and that is the current Pope's Crown Prince, a powerful Titled Douluo, Bibi Dong.

really.

Black Bishop Lux bowed to her and said, "His Majesty the Pope, this is Song Wuque."

Finally found it.

Song Wuque frowned slightly and thought to himself.

He had thought that Bibi Dong would come, but he didn't expect that it would be at this time.

At this time, he was killing a chicken, with his arms rolled up and his sleeves rolled up. Both palms were stained with oil and chicken blood, and even had a slight fishy smell.

"This woman takes really good care of herself. She doesn't look like she is in her early 50s at all." Looking at Bibi Dong, Song Wuque commented in his mind.

Bibi Dong looked at Song Wuque's scrutinizing gaze and felt a little unhappy, but not disgusted.

Because she didn't see any dirty taste in Song Wuque's eyes, but only appreciation and confusion.

After the black-clothed Bishop Lux introduced Song Wuque, he said to Song Wuque: "Song Wuque, this is the current His Majesty the Pope of Wuhun Palace. Why don't you come forward to see him quickly?"

Bibi Dong looked at him with interest, wanting to see his reaction.

Zhu Zhuqing, who had just returned with a bucket of water, saw Bibi Dong and Lux ​​with some confusion, nervousness, and hostility in his eyes.

At home, when did two guests come who didn’t look like guests?

Song Wuque reluctantly put down the chicken, rinsed his hands with water, stood up and said, "I have seen His Majesty the Pope. I am killing the chicken at the moment and cannot receive you two. Why don't you two go inside and wait for a while?" Come as soon as I finish the chicken?"

"How dare you ask His Majesty the Pope to wait for you." Lux shouted.

"What else? Do you want to kill me?" Seeing his aggressive tone, Song Wuque raised his eyebrows, feeling very unhappy.

"You..." Before he could continue his attack, Bibi Dong waved her hand to signal him to shut up, and then said in a nice and clear voice: "Okay, then we'll wait for you."

After saying that, he shook his fat butt and walked into the house.

The black-clothed Lord Pope City followed her in fear, not looking away.

"Don't disturb my grandpa." Song Wuque shouted into the room, then took the water brought by Zhu Zhuqing and said to Zhu Zhuqing: "Zhuqing, go and pour them a cup of tea. Use the cheapest tea." That tea will do.”

Song Wuque's voice was very low, but Bibi Dong's hearing was so sharp that she naturally heard Song Wuque's words and her eyelids couldn't help but twitch.

Good you brat.

"Yeah, okay." Zhu Zhuqing responded, walked into the house, and indeed made tea for them, and he indeed used the cheapest tea.

So much so that Bibi Dong and the black bishop didn't even take a sip.

A few minutes later, Song Wuque washed his hands and came to the living room.

He looked at the tea that he hadn't drank a sip, sat down on a chair next to Bibi Dong, and said with a smile: "Are you two dissatisfied with this tea? Why didn't you drink a sip?"

"Hmph, why would His Majesty the Pope drink such low-quality tea like yours?" Lux said.

"I think it's okay." Song Wuque poured himself a glass and took a sip.

"..."

"Well, it really doesn't taste very good. I'll buy an expensive cake for grandpa next time."

Speechless X2

Bibi Dong said: "You young man is quite interesting."

Song Wuque didn't talk to her and said directly: "Is His Majesty the Pope coming to win over me? Or is there something else important?"

Bibi Dong was stunned for a moment, then continued: "You are quite straightforward. I heard that you are claiming to be the descendant of Poseidon Island outside. Is this true?"

Song Wucai nodded and admitted openly: "Yes."

There is nothing to hide.

A cold light flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes, and she said with a sharp gaze: "Then do you know that our Spirit Hall and Poseidon Island have enmity? Aren't you afraid of death?"

She was trying to apply pressure.

How could Song Wuque be afraid of him? He said calmly: "There is a grudge? Oh, yes, that's right, there seems to be a little entanglement, but if I remember correctly, it was your Spirit Hall who tried to incorporate our Poseidon Island, but to no avail. It should not be blamed. Is it you?"

"What do you mean by talking so loudly now? To scare me?"

Black Bishop Lux couldn't stand it any longer and stood up angrily: "You are so bold that you dare to be rude to the Pope. How many heads do you have?"

"Shut up, or I'll ask you to go outside now." Song Wuque looked at him with an evil look in his eyes.

"Ouch, I have such a bad temper..."

"Shut up!" The air around him became cold, but this time it was not Song Wuque who said it, this time it was Bibi Dong.

Her eyes were fierce.

Lux's body trembled and he fell back into his chair, not daring to make any more noise.

Bibi Dong looked at Song Wuque, and a smile suddenly appeared on her cold face, becoming gentle.

With a flick of her finger, an invisible wall of energy was formed, covering Song Wuque and herself.

She said: "Others may believe your lies, but I, Bibi Dongzhan, don't believe it. I know that you are not from Poseidon Island at all, and you have a big secret."

She finally added: "Don't worry, I blocked the sound. Only the two of us know the conversation now, and no one else can hear it."

Song Wuque looked at her and secretly thought that she could actually have such magical powers. He was silent for two seconds and said, "Oh? Do you believe it or not? Does it matter? What exactly do you want to say?"

Bibi Dong said: "You said you are from Poseidon Island, you just want to fabricate an imaginary backer to increase your reputation. But I can give you a real backer now, join my Spirit Hall, and I will let you rule the world. .”

Without waiting for Song Wuque to speak, she continued: "I have investigated your details in detail. You were raised by old Jason without a father or mother since you were a child. You failed to awaken your martial soul. You did not leave until you were 16 years old. Passing this village. But during this time, you seem to have changed. You have become sharper and more domineering. You also have good combat power and show your proud appearance. If I am not wrong, you should have received some kind of inheritance. .”

"But this kind of inheritance definitely does not come from Poseidon Island, nor can it come from any sect. You are conducting an assessment for a certain god, right?"

Listening to her words, Song Wuque's heart was slightly shaken.

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