Bibi Dong's lilac eyes stared at the young man beside Qiandaoliu, no matter how she looked at it, she felt that there was a bit of similarity between her eyebrows and Qiandaoliu.

What kind of virtue is Qianhiro's disease, after all, the saying that there must be a son must have a father is not just talking, but Bibi Dong really didn't expect that Qiandaoliu was still so amorous at a great age.

Bibi Dong sat elegantly on the papal chair, his eyes were sly, and he looked meaningfully between Qiandaoliu and Qianmudong.

The young man was attracted by those lilac eyes, looked up, but happened to see the cunning at the corner of Bibi Dong's mouth, he didn't know what Bibi Dong was thinking in his heart, but she always had an ominous premonition, he felt that his mother was going to do something again.

After Leng Kite Douluo finished explaining to Qiandaoliu, her steps involuntarily took a few steps back, trying to stay away as much as possible, she had an intuition that something big was going to happen. Don't be invisible at the moment, let alone when, so it is necessary to reduce your presence.

Bibi Dong saw that Qiandaoliu wanted to speak and explain something, but Bibi Dong elegantly stroked the hair under the purple and gold crown of Jiuqu, and still felt yin and yang, "The glory of the angel clan, the faith of the angel clan, and the face of the angel clan have all been lost by you, and I don't know if she will regret having descendants like you after you see the angel god in the future, it is simply a loss of the face of the ancestors." ”

Bibi Dong's ridicule was like a nail piercing Qiandaoliu's heart, and the painful Qiandaoliu's face twitched, which hurt more than a slap.

She sat upright in the papal chair and vividly showed what is justified and unforgiving.

Wuhun Palace, as long as Qiandaoliu is not happy, she will be happy than Bibi Dong.

Qiandaoliu was scolded and had nothing to say, and wanted to refute, but he didn't know where to refute it, Bibi Dong's broken mouth, he Qiandaoliu felt that it was poisonous. Expose his sore spots and sprinkle salt.

Chihiro's actions to Bibi Dong did indeed cast a halo of shame on the angel clan, but it was all forced by Bibi Dong, a crazy woman. With outsiders present at the moment, it is naturally not the time to discuss that matter.

Bibi Dong didn't want to force Qiandaoliu too hard, after all, she killed Qianhiro, and Qiandaoliu was clear. He just didn't have time to stop it.

Qiandaoliu finally breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time, he raised his head arrogantly, looked at Bibi Dong's eyes, and said calmly, "The old man is not here to quarrel with you today, the old man is here to discuss things with you!" ”

The young man beside him was relieved, after all, she was really afraid that her own mother and grandfather would fight, and who should she help, this is a difficult question.

"Oh,~~ I'm not here to quarrel with this seat.,This seat thought you wanted to come to demolish the Pope's Palace.,I used to shout and kill this seat.,Now in a blink of an eye, your attitude has completely changed.,People who don't know the truth still think I'm bullying you." Bibi Dong is a mockery of unforgiving yin and yang,

The young man beside Qiandaoliu put his white little palm in Qiandaoliu's big hand, squeezed it slightly, and signaled her grandfather not to get excited, don't get angry, don't move the real thing.

Qiandaoliu held his breath in his chest, he thought about it, it is estimated that he had not seen the days before coming to the Pope's Palace today, and it was not suitable to go out, he was a little angry, but he felt the tension of the small hand in his big hand, and instantly sobered up a little, he gritted his teeth and looked at the woman wearing a light purple gilt dress on the pope's chair, and took a deep breath, "Bibi Dong, our grievances will be put aside for the time being, and the old man is really here to find you today." ”

After Qiandaoliu finished speaking, Bibi Dong, who was sitting in the pope's chair, leaned his elbows on the armrest, yawned lazily, raised his eyes and looked back and forth between Qiandaoliu and the young man, as if he was thinking that Qiandaoliu, an old rascal, had someone inherit the lineage, and he came to inform her? Red lips whispered, "You go on,"

Qiandaoliu froze for a moment, frowned, and said, "What I want to say is about this little guy, he is also the descendant of my Seraphim clan, I just took him to the Wuhun Palace, and I plan to use the resources of the Wuhun Hall to cultivate him well," he took the young man's hand, and after he finished speaking, his eyes were full of doting when he looked at the young man.

"Seraphim? What level of innate soul power is there? Bibi Dong sat in the papal chair, his eyes swept over the young man, and he frowned slightly,

The boy and Bibi Dong looked at each other, it was the first time he looked at his mother like this, and her mother's eyes were really good-looking.

Qiandaoliu was about to help the young man answer, but the young man preemptively said, "Sister Pope, my innate soul power is level nineteen. After finishing speaking, he looked at Bibi Dong, and the killing intent in his eyes gradually dissolved, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in his heart.

"Little thing, your name is Sister Pope, interesting, really interesting." After Bibi Dong finished speaking, he glanced at Qiandaoliu with deep meaning.

"The Pope's sister was young and beautiful, and she was the sister at the time." After finishing speaking, he tilted his head, naïve and ignorant, well-behaved, and the appearance of the soul bone skill after camouflage, it was really too deceptive.

Bibi Dong looked at the young man, and saw that he didn't look like a lie, and he was inevitably a little happy in his heart, after all, women love beauty, and who doesn't want to be eighteen years old all the time. She looked at Qiandaoliu again, and saw the corners of his mouth twitch, as if he had an opinion about the boy calling her his sister.

But Qiandaoliu was unhappy, Bibi Dong felt comfortable, she looked at the young man and said, "Little thing, what's your name?" "The moment I knew that this little thing was at the nineteenth level of innate soul power, Bibi Dong was really relieved in her heart, after all, her daughter Qianrenxue was already at the level of innate soul power at level 20, and she was going to inherit the position of angel god in the future.

If any little thing said that he was also level 20 of innate soul power, then Bibi Dong would try his best to kill him, after all, he was hindering his daughter's path.

The young man said without humility or arrogance, "Sister Pope, my name is Qianmudong. After speaking, he lowered his eyebrows shyly,

Bibi Dong let out an indifferent 'oh', did not express his liking or dislike, but the young man's heart was worried. He couldn't get any idea of Bibi Dong's temper, he hadn't had much contact with his own mother since he was a child, and he was a little confused now.

"Old thing, you can, you can still find such an excellent heir at a lot of age, yes, yes, it's just amazing, your thousand families are really powerful." Bibi Dong's words are yin and yang, but it makes people feel her gnashing of teeth.

Qiandaoliu was confused, he didn't understand how he had done it before, but Bibi Dong suddenly became angry with him, "What do you mean?" His eyes darkened, he looked directly at Bibi Dong, and asked suspiciously.

(End of chapter)