Douluo: The famous scene of punching the card leads the sect to roll up

Bibixi felt the familiar atmosphere in the Wuhun Temple, and finally couldn't bear the temptation, ran out of the flower pot, and went straight to Yu Qingqian's room.

Its scope of action this time is in the Wuhun Temple, so it shouldn't be considered running around, and the pretty sister shouldn't blame it.

But after all, it is a grass, how can its mind and action ability catch up with human beings.

Bibidong stood quietly at the door of Yu Qingqian's room, feeling Bibixi's approaching breath, her expression was a little hard to describe.

Bibixi groped along the corner, walked through the extremely tall and wide corridor in its eyes, just after coming out of the corner, she saw her beautiful sister staring at her with a half-smile.

When Bibixi's leaves shook, she wanted to turn around and run back.

Bibi Dong saw the wretchedly moving Bibixi at a glance, and took a few steps to her side. "What? Bibixi met the soul power she likes again?"

She picked up Bibixi, ignored its struggle, and took it directly to her office.

Throwing Bibixi on the ground, she came to the sofa and sat down.

Bibi Dong leaned on the sofa, put her right hand on her eyes, looked a little tired, and closed her eyes in silence.

Yu Qingqian slept so comfortably that when she woke up, the sun was already high.

She got up habitually to go to the bathroom, and was surprised to find that she was in a strange place.

The decoration of the room is low-key and luxurious, the carvings and paintings are exquisite, and the overall layout is also very comfortable.

It doesn't look like the layout and style of a hotel, but rather like a guest room in a low-key rich man's home.

Rich Ben Hao Bibi Dong: Yes, I am a rich man

Yu Qingqian was about to go out to check the situation. After all, due to the effect of alcohol, her memory was still limited to drinking with Sister Bai Ning.

I washed my face in the bathroom, combed my hair casually, and walked towards the door.

dong dong dong-

Before I got there, I heard a knock on the door, followed by a male voice: "Hello, are you there?"

The voice probably sounds like a middle-aged man, and it is still unknown what he is looking for with Yu Qingqian.

Feeling vaguely that the place she was in now should not be simple, she responded, "I'm here, what's the matter?"

"That's right, His Majesty the Pope said that if you wake up, he will take you to the octagonal pavilion in the back garden for dinner, and His Majesty the Pope will be waiting for you there."

It turns out that this is the Wuhun Temple.

Yu Qingqian suddenly realized, and also recalled that the person she saw before falling asleep yesterday should be Bibi Dong.

"Okay, I'll be out right now."

She walked over and opened the door, nodded to the person in front of her, and followed him out.

Along the way, that person didn't speak, and didn't inquire about anything that shouldn't be inquired, and dutifully took Yu Qingqian to the back garden.

"It's here, I won't be able to go there next, the guests can just go along this road."

The man pointed to the white domed pavilion not far ahead, then bent slightly and left.

Yu Qingqian stepped onto the regular path paved with white cobblestones, with some flowers blooming on both sides, and occasionally a few butterflies flying and playing.

Before he got there, Yu Qingqian saw the back of Bibi Dong sitting there.

The white rattan chair was carrying Yu Qingqian on its back. The back of the chair was a curved shape of several woven strands, with a large gap, and Bibi Dong's slender and elegant figure could be seen through it.

She was dragging the teacup with one hand and pinching the lid with the other, she raised her head slightly and took a sip of tea.

The silent movements seemed unreal in a dream.

Yu Qingqian was a little hesitant, it was beyond her expectation to have a face-to-face conversation with Bibidong so soon.

Even though Qingluan had reminded her, she still felt a little unbelievable.

Putting down the teacup, Bibi Dong turned her head as if feeling something, and looked at Yu Qingqian who was standing still.

Bibi Dong frowned slightly, a smile curled up on her lips, and said softly, "Miss Yu? Why don't you come over?"

Yu Qingqian was taken aback by this sudden address, moved her feet awkwardly, and sat down opposite Bibi Dong.

The rattan chair feels a little cold to the touch, but it is also very ergonomically designed, making it very comfortable to sit on.

"Your Majesty the Pope."

Yu Qingqian hesitated for a moment, and said.

Bibi Dong nodded slightly, and began to scrutinize Yu Qingqian carefully.

In the previous games, she had been paying attention to Yu Qingqian's actions.Whether it is the control of the soul power or the mobility of the limbs, they are all retractable.

This is the most basic thing to be a good soul master.

Of course, none of this is surprising.

Except for the fourth soul ring of ten thousand years, Yu Qingqian gave her the feeling that she had many martial souls, but if she observed carefully, she only had one martial soul.

This successfully aroused her curiosity.

The most important point is that as a young genius, Yu Qingqian's future is limitless. If she can't use it, it will become a threat in the future.

"Miss Yu's performance in this competition is quite wonderful, she is really young and promising."

Yu Qingqian is not used to this kind of conversation in the official dialect.

"Don't dare to do it, don't dare to do it, His Majesty the Pope doesn't have to praise me as a junior." When Yu Qingqian said this, she felt a little uncomfortable, feeling very strange.

Bibi Dong pushed a piece of refreshment on the table in front of Yu Qingqian, "Try it, I specially asked a food department soul master to make it."

Looking at the small and delicate cake in front of her, Yu Qingqian's stomach growled.

Very timely.

When the words that were originally intended to be rejected came to his lips, he turned his head and changed his attention, and said with some embarrassment: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

She dug a large piece with a metal fork from an empty plate and put it in her mouth contentedly.

Strawberry!

Yu Qingqian has lived for so long, she would feel tired of eating sweets when she was young, but the older she is, the more she accepts sweets.

And this is a cake made by a food-type soul master. One bite not only has the fragrance of cream and cake, but also the soul power that seems to wash the brain in an instant.

"what?"

Yu Qingqian was surprised to find that this small cake could actually increase the soul power.

Yu Qingqian couldn't help but ate one after another, and carefully looked at Bibi Dong several times, seeing that she didn't respond, she gradually became reassuring and bold.

After eating the cake in a few mouthfuls, Yu Qingqian licked her lips, and then put her eyes on the fruit on the table.

Although it was just an apple, it looked extraordinarily delicate and charming, as if it was trying to seduce Yu Qingqian to let her eat it.

Yu Qingqian swallowed, and with Bibi Dong's gesture, picked up the apple on the plate and ate it.

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There was a big gap in the complete apple, and the core could be seen directly, which also showed how big Yu Qingqian's bite was.

Yu Qingqian was enjoying the feeding from the Pope, while Yu Huaijin and Liu Zhiqian had already arrived outside the Hall of Spirits.