Half an hour later~

A young and tall figure walked into the worship hall, it was Meng De who had finished bathing, compared to the appearance of the dusty man when he had just returned from the Cangmang Mountains, he had washed away the turbid dust and showed the changes over the years.

Although he is only twelve years old now, the soul master's physical development is earlier than that of ordinary people, and every time he absorbs and fuses the soul ring, he will bring different degrees of growth to the body according to the martial soul.

The neat black ear-length broken hair, the slightly immature delicate and handsome facial features, a pair of evil and sultry eyes reveal the enchantment of the soul, the turquoise pupils flickering with a murderous aura that is difficult to hide, sharp and cold, red lips and white teeth, skin deception frost and snow, faintly visible different colors circulating in the flesh and blood, a black power suit, and a palm-sized white jade wine gourd pinned to the waist.

A beautiful boy.

"Old man, I'm here."

Meng De swaggered into the worship hall, Qiandaoliu heard his voice, turned his head and looked at him helplessly, this child is good, but the fear of the angel god is not pure enough, but he is the future protector of the angel god.

Qiandaoliu glared at him angrily, warning him not to shout in the worship hall, disturbing the quiet, but it was difficult to hide his love for Meng De.

"Stinky boy, let's talk about it, what's the matter."

There was no need for Meng De to speak, Qiandaoliu had already seen from between his eyebrows that something was wrong with him.

Seeing that his old man could see at a glance that he was in trouble, Meng De didn't bother much, first bowed down to the angel statue to show respect, and then asked Qiandaoliu.

"Old man, in a few days I want to leave Wuhun City and go for a walk on the mainland."

Hearing this, Qiandaoliu was not surprised, and he did not hesitate to expect it, and nodded in agreement.

"Yes, bring your Uncle Qingluan with you."

"No, this time I'm going to travel to the mainland alone, and I'm not going to take anyone with me."

Meng De shook his head and refused, he had to do a lot of things when he went out this time, he had to do a lot of things, and he would have to take Qingluan Douluo to tie his hands and feet, and he couldn't let go.

The angel worship is thoughtful, without Qingluan, but it is not very safe, after all, it is better to arrange someone to follow him secretly than in Wuhun City on the mainland, as long as he does not let him know.

"When are you going to leave?"

"The day after tomorrow, I'll have a good rest these two days."

In the Cangmang Mountain Range, which is full of dangers and many soul beasts, Meng De didn't get a good night's sleep, so he naturally had to rest well when he came back, and then set off again.

After a moment of silence, Qiandaoliu looked in the direction of the Pope's dormitory again, and his voice was gentle, and he opened his mouth to persuade Meng De.

"Let's go and meet her before leaving, after all, she is your stepmother, she was the one who brought you back to the Martial Spirit Palace, and she raised you, after so many years, the anger should be gone."

Originally, because he was able to leave Martial Soul Cheng, the joy of going to the mainland was gone, and under these few words of persuasion, Meng De's slightly immature fair-skinned and handsome cheeks turned cold, but he didn't say anything, just nodded, indicating that he would go.

Seeing his appearance, Qiandaoliu couldn't say anything more, and watched him leave.

…………

After leaving the worship hall, Meng De walked along the familiar road in his memory, and the past kept coming to mind, but it was all yesterday, and further exploration would only make people fall silent in the past, and not look into the future.

For Bibi Dong, Meng De has never hated. There is respect, disgust, and estrangement for her, and there is also an indescribable love, all of which are mixed together, making his feelings for Bibi Dong extremely complicated, and he even doesn't know how to face her.

The footsteps stopped, Meng De calmed the extremely complex emotions in his heart, gathered his thoughts, and looked up at the open door of the Pope's bedroom.

It's been six years, and it doesn't seem like much has changed.

He hadn't been back since he moved to the shrine.

As soon as he stepped into the palace, Meng De heard a coquettish female voice with joy and coquettishness, which was numb to the bone, like a kitten scratching people's hearts.

"Teacher, I broke through to level forty-six, hehehe~"

"Well, breaking through from level forty-five to level forty-six in two months is very good, strive to reach the soul king within two years, just in time for the continent-wide elite soul master competition."

Another cold and mature female voice sounded, gentle with a hint of doting, praising her.

This made Meng De's eyes complicated, and his ears seemed to sound the praise that Bibi Dong had praised him, and he was quite apprehensive in his heart.

His hand was lightly placed on the white jade wine gourd on his waist, since he had the endless wine jug, he wanted to drink one or two sips every time he was in a complicated mood, but he couldn't finish it.

In the final analysis, what the endless wine bottle can't drink is a thousand helplessness, ten thousand sorrows!

Resisting the urge to take one or two sips, Meng De removed his palm, listened to the more and more voices inside, and slowly walked towards the palace.

"Teacher, when I cultivate to level fifty, I will definitely lead the Martial Spirit Hall to win the championship of this competition."

"And me, I will work with Nana to let the soul masters on the continent know that the Martial Spirit Hall will always be an existence that they cannot surpass!"

"Your Majesty, we will not disappoint you."

Listening to their bold words, Bibi Dong showed a look of satisfaction and relief, and was just about to open his mouth to praise them, but he heard a sound of gentle footsteps, and looked up at the outside of the hall.

"Huh? Teacher, what's wrong with you? ”

Hu Liena saw her teacher looking out of the hall, a little puzzled, followed her gaze, and turned her head with Evil Moon and Yan one after another, and her eyes converged on the immature and beautiful young man who walked into the palace.

Who is he?

In the past six years, Meng De has lived in a simple place, except for Qiandaoliu and the Six Great Offerings, even Bibi Dong has never seen him again, let alone Hu Liena and them.

I haven't seen her for six years, and the once childish child has grown into a young man as tall as her, and Bibi Dongmei's eyes show a complicated look, joy, excitement, and more longing, and greed that she has never been aware of.

Goodbye Bibi Dong, she is more mature and beautiful than six years ago, and time has not left a trace on her, but has added a touch of charm to her.

Meng De's heart was disturbed for a moment, but he returned to calm, his slightly childish handsome cheeks were as plain as water, and his soul-soothing eyes looked at Bibi Dong like a stranger, bowing his hand, and his voice was cold.

"I've seen ~ His Majesty the Pope."

Click~

A "His Majesty the Pope" shattered Bibi Dong's various illusions in the past six years, and he was directly stunned in place, looking at Meng De in disbelief.

She imagined that when she and Meng De met again, perhaps he would continue to hate herself and be unwilling to call her stepmother; Or maybe the temper is over, and she will be her obedient son again; Even she thought that Meng De was taught by Qiandaoliu to become her enemy.

But I never expected it to be so calm! So indifferent!

~

(Mengde: Endless wine jug, let me take two more sips~)