Bibi Dong was slightly stunned, then a smile curled up at the corner of her mouth.
Then she stretched lazily, got up, and slowly walked down the high platform to Ning Bei's side.
"Those old guys from the Hall of Elders were looking for you?"
Ning Bei raised his eyebrows slightly. It seemed this woman had been watching the movements of the Hall of Elders, otherwise she wouldn't have known he had been there.
Surely she wasn't watching him all the time, was she?
"That's right, I was asking that one about some God Test matters."
Qian Renxue was still against telling Bibi Dong about their relationship for the time being, so Ning Bei just made up an excuse to gloss it over.
"God Test?"
Bibi Dong frowned slightly, looking somewhat displeased.
"Why didn't you ask me about God Test matters? Are you looking down on me?"
Ning Bei nodded expressionlessly, and the teasing expression on Bibi Dong's face gradually crumbled. She gritted her teeth and said:
"What... do... you... mean?"
Ning Bei shrugged helplessly.
"Ask you how to be schemed against by a god? Or how to complete a God Test and not get a single penny of reward?"
Bibi Dong, who had just been all dignified and graceful, instantly lost her composure. What was wrong with this guy? How long had it been since they last met? He came right at her heart?
"Good, very good!"
Looking at Bibi Dong's gloomy face, Ning Bei realized that his words had been a bit too hurtful. He looked at her amusedly.
"Hey, Your Majesty the Pope, can't you even take a joke? I just thought we were a little estranged since we haven't seen each other in so long."
"Hmph!"
Bibi Dong snorted coldly, slowly walked to the window, looked outside, and a trace of melancholy appeared on her face.
"It's normal for you to look down on me, after all, I don't have any ability to make you think highly of me."
"..."
For a long time, Bibi Dong didn't hear Ning Bei's reply. She turned her head strangely to look at the center of the hall, but Ning Bei's figure was nowhere to be seen.
Turning her head to look, she saw that Ning Bei was already sitting on the Papal Throne, fiddling around.
"What are you doing?"
"Eh? Pope Big Sis, there's nothing special about this stool!"
Looking at Ning Bei's casual posture, Bibi Dong helplessly rubbed her forehead.
"Can you have some shame?"
Ning Bei, in a Ge You-esque pose, slightly raised his eyes.
"Don't be so stingy, I'm a guest, and this broken Papal Hall only has this one stool, where else am I supposed to sit?"
"Why don't you sit too? Here, I'll give you half!"
Having said that, Ning Bei moved his butt to the side, patted the space next to him towards Bibi Dong. He had to say, the Papal Throne was quite large, enough for two people to sit on with room to spare.
Bibi Dong was almost amused by this shameless thing. You really don't treat yourself like an outsider.
"So, what exactly did Pope Big Sis call me here for?"
Bibi Dong glared at him, expressionlessly took out an object from her Soul Tool and smashed it towards Ning Bei's handsome face.
Ning Bei caught it with one hand. It was a Soul Bone, and of high quality.
After a moment of realization, Ning Bei finally came to his senses. The other party still owes me a Soul Bone? Without the slightest bit of politeness, he put the 100,000-year Soft Bone Rabbit Soul Bone into his Soul Tool, Ning Bei revealed two rows of white teeth towards Bibi Dong.
"Thank you, Pope Big Sis, I'll treat you to dinner another day!"
"Alright, there's nothing else, you can leave!"
Bibi Dong gave the Soul Bone to Ning Bei and immediately issued an order to leave.
Ning Bei did not get up, but looked at Bibi Dong teasingly.
"An old friend comes to see you, and you don't even offer a cup of tea before chasing me away? Isn't Pope Big Sis being a bit too much?"
"Get out of here, and crawl out!"
Bibi Dong's jade finger pointed outside the hall, trembling slightly, not knowing whether it was because of excitement or anger.
Ning Bei curled his lips. If you don't want to drink, then don't. Just as he was about to get up, a charming figure slowly walked into the hall.
The woman had golden short hair, and every frown and smile showed her captivating nature.
"Teacher, there is a middle-aged man with a token outside the hall requesting an audience!"
"Hmm?"
Ning Bei smacked his lips. Did I stumble upon an old flame meeting? I'd better slip away quickly, lest I anger this woman.
"Well, Pope Big Sis, then I'll leave first, wouldn't want to disturb your date."
Hu Liena's whole body shook when she heard the voice coming from the Papal Throne, and then she looked incredulously at Ning Bei on the throne.
"You, you..."
She couldn't figure out how there could be such a bold person who dared to sit on her teacher's exclusive seat.
After "you"-ing for a long time without getting to the point, Hu Liena looked at Bibi Dong with a face full of surprise, as if asking how to dismember this person into eight pieces.
Bibi Dong glanced at Ning Bei unhappily. She always felt that the other party's words were mocking her.
She waved her hand towards her disciple.
"Nana, go bring in the person holding the token."
"But he..."
Hu Liena trembled and pointed to Ning Bei on the Papal Throne, wanting to say something but was interrupted by Bibi Dong.
"You go out first!"
"Yes, teacher."
The little fox didn't dare to say more, glared at Ning Bei as she stood up, and quickly walked out of the Papal Hall.
The fierce look in her eyes left Ning Bei baffled, and he cursed inwardly.
"Then I'll be going too!"
"No need, let's meet him together."
Ning Bei: ?????
When I type a question mark, it's not that I have a problem, but that I think you have a problem. Why would you keep me here when you're meeting your old flame?
Although he was puzzled, Ning Bei didn't refute. Since he couldn't figure it out, it wouldn't hurt to stay and watch the show.
He walked down the high platform to Bibi Dong's side, observing her expression.
After Hu Liena walked out of the Papal Hall, Bibi Dong bit her lip, her tone seemingly questioning as she said:
"What do you think he's here for?"
Looking at her tangled little expression, Ning Bei almost couldn't hold back his laughter. What else could he be here for but to ask you about the cultivation method for Twin Spirits, and then have his disciple come and kill you?
That's what he thought in his heart, but saying it directly would be too hurtful. After pretending to think for a moment, Ning Bei feigned a guess:
"Is he here to rekindle your old flame? After all, there aren't any significant obstacles between you now, are there?"
Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong clenched her fist tightly, her nails gradually digging into her palm.
During the countless nights when the Rakshasa God's power invaded her soul, she had also hoped that he would come to Spirit Hall to find her, but unfortunately, he didn't.
She had been the Pope of Spirit Hall for decades, and if he truly cared about her, why would he wait until now to come to her door?
The most likely possibility was, as Ning Bei had said before, to ask for the cultivation method for his disciple.
"Yu Xiaogang, you heartless bastard!"
Knowing that the other party was the son of her mortal enemy, he still concealed it, and by the way, wanted to obtain the cultivation method for Twin Spirits by using their past relationship.
Watching the wisps of black gas emanating from the woman's head, the already substantial resentment and hatred, Ning Bei quietly took out a Soul Cleansing Pill and directly stuffed it into Bibi Dong's jade mouth.
Bibi Dong, who had been complaining inwardly, was awakened by Ning Bei's action, and looked at him with wide, puzzled eyes.
Feeling the Pills in her mouth, her eyes gradually dimmed, and she silently swallowed the Pills into her stomach, the substantial resentment on her body gradually fading away.
"Should I leave first?"
"Hmph, there's no need. Don't you want to see if your guess from a few years ago was wrong?"
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