Half an hour later, in the chamber of the Pope's Palace, the master quietly drank fine tea and waited quietly.

  In the huge conference hall of thousands of square meters, he was the only one at this time.

  The master's eyes were always focused on the tea in his hand, and he never glanced at everything around him, he just waited quietly for the person who was destined to be.

  The three-meter-high arch opened, and a soft sound sounded outside the door.

  "You are waiting outside the door, and no one is allowed to step in without my orders."

  "Yes."

  The Master finally looked away from the tea and looked in the direction of the door of the Great Hall.

  There, there is a beauty, a beauty through the ages.

  She has a well-proportioned figure, a luxurious black robe with gold patterns, dragged all the way to the ground, wears a nine-curved purple and gold crown on her head, holds a scepter about two meters long, inlaid with countless precious stones, and her snowy skin is smooth and soft, with a hint of holy light, making her look like an angel who has fallen into the world, full of supreme sacredness, which can only be viewed from a distance and cannot be blasphemed.

  The master's throat slid up and down, and the eyes that had never looked indifferent to everything showed a violent emotional change for the first time.

  Ordinary people will worship this woman, low-level soul masters will feel admiration, and soul masters with little difference in rank will be in awe.

  Only the master is different, his gaze is so complicated, there is guilt, uneasiness, fiery, remembrance, and that hidden deep love.

  Old friends who haven't seen each other for many years, looking at each other, seem to rub sparks in the air.

  The women are all made of water, and her eyes full of majesty are a little more tender, although she looks only about thirty years old, but in fact, she is a year older than the master, she is already over fifty years old, and the scepter in her hand falls to the ground with a soft clang.

  Woman: "You're here." ”

  Master: "I'm coming. ”

  Woman: "You shouldn't have come." ”

  Master: "But I'm here anyway." ”

  The woman's eyes drooped, and she stared at the familiar face not far away again, and after a long time, she said slowly: "Now twenty years have passed. ”

  Master: "Twenty years. ”

  The woman sighed softly, "It's been a long twenty years. ”

  The master was silent.

  The woman stepped forward a few steps, wanting to raise her hand to touch the familiar face in front of her as she did in the past, and her hand was halfway raised, after all, she realized that she was no longer the self she was twenty years ago, her eyes flickered, her hand stiffened in mid-air, and she never moved forward even an inch.

  "If you don't come, I'm afraid I'll never find you."

  The master looked at him with a complicated look and said, "It's likely." ”

  The woman's chest rose and fell obviously, and she was angry.

  The master sighed and said, "Bibi Dong, I know the bitterness in your heart. ”

  Woman: ""

  Can't speak

  Won't chat and shut up, okay

  Taking a deep breath, Bibi Dong's beautiful lips outlined an arc that I didn't know whether it was mockery or sneering, and said:

  "I'm miserable, I don't know how good it is now. Now I am the Pope above 10,000 people, as the ruler of the Wuhun Palace, even if even the emperors of the two empires have to bow when they see me, you still think that I am having a hard time, it's really funny"

  The master's mouth moved slightly: "Bibi Dong"

  "Don't call me Bibi Dong anymore" Bibi Dong frowned, as if he had reverted back to the majestic female pope who held the authority, and said: "You should call me the Pope, or call me a crown." ”

  Yes, the woman in front of me who looks soft and beautiful is the supreme ruler of the Martial Soul Hall today, the target of all soul masters' pilgrimage, the Pope.

  She was the youngest pope in the history of the Wuhun Temple, having taken over the position of pope before she was forty years old.

  At first, there were many people who raised doubts.

  But as time goes by, under her hard work, the Wuhun Hall has developed more rapidly and more united, and many people have believed that she will be the most outstanding generation of Pope in the Wuhun Palace.

  "His Holiness the Pope."

  The corners of the master's mouth were a little bitter, and the warmth of the two when they first met had been replaced by another relationship.

  The master silently turned back to his seat, silent as a sculpture.

  Bibi Dongmei's eyes had a trace of waves, and soon converged in the bottom of his eyes, Shi Shiran sat on his main seat, and said:

  "If you don't go to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing, what are you looking for me?"

  To be honest, Bibi Dong has a little expectation in his heart that the master will be able to say something like "I can't find you if there's nothing to do".

  Even if it's just a lie, it's enough to make Bibi Dong happy for a long time.

  It's a pity that the master's mouth disappointed her.

  "Your Majesty, I have come this time to ask for something."

  Bibi Dong couldn't hide the disappointment on his face, but he didn't expect the master to even coax her with a lie.

  She feigned surprise and sneered:

  "The master of the hall will come to beg me, this doesn't seem like your character."

  The master naturally heard the sarcasm in Bibi Dong's words, but he didn't care much, if it was about himself, he would never come to ask Bibi Dong for anything, but for his disciple Tang San, who was like father and son, he had to come.

  "Your Majesty, I want to know how you got through the Twin Souls in the first place."

  Tang San tried to become stronger to catch up with Yang Ming's footsteps during this time, and he had also thought about developing his second martial soul, but unfortunately, Haotian Sect, as a second martial soul, was more difficult to use than he imagined.

  The corners of Bibi Dong's mouth twitched, and he asked rhetorically:

  "Why should I help you?"

  In one sentence, it directly blocked all the master's next words.

  A woman's heart is sometimes very small, and when she holds a grudge against someone, she can't even tolerate a needle and thread.

  If the master is more enthusiastic and speaks better when he meets, he will not be happier than Bibi Dongyi, and he will tell him a thing or two.

  It's a pity that with the master's mouth, I don't want to rely on clever words to pick up girls in this life, and I don't know what Bibi Dong and Liu Erlong liked him at the beginning.

  Looking at the master's deflated appearance, Bibi Dong was so happy in his heart, he didn't care about selling a news, and said:

  "Yu Xiaogang, you don't have to think about running around for your disciple, just a few days ago, I had already sent someone to the Heaven Dou Empire's participating team to intercept and kill, that Yang Ming and Tang San, as well as your beloved cousin Liu Erlong, including most of your Shrek Academy, had to die."

  Bibi Dong's words were murderous, and the master's complexion changed suddenly, and the tiger's body shook again and again, and he stood up suddenly, glared at Bibi Dong angrily, and shouted angrily:

  "What do you say"

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