Chapter 398 The ghost lingers! Backstabbing father
Inside the Papal Palace.
The hustle and bustle outside is completely cut off.
Bibi Dong looked sideways at the figure next to him, with a gentle smile on his face.
Qian Ren is definitely more beautiful than she imagined.
He reached out and took Qian Renjue’s arm.
"Jue, well done."
"Mom didn't even know that my precious son is already so strong."
Qian Ren Juexu held her jade hand and asked her to sit on the throne.
"I still have a long way to go, and I haven't caught up with my mother yet."
"Hmph! How old are you? Do you want to surpass your mother?"
Bibi Dong snorted, glared at Qian Renjue, and patted the place next to her.
"Come and sit."
"Yeah."
Qian Renjue nodded slightly.
Sitting next to Bibi Dong, let her jade hands pinch her face.
"No matter how strong I am, I am still my mother's child."
“It’s good to know!”
Bibi Dong smiled lightly, staring at Qian Renjue's handsome face and red lips.
Some people hesitate to speak.
Leaning gently on Qian Renjue's shoulder.
Maybe she couldn't get any accurate information by asking Qian Renjue directly
Ta-ta!
In the empty papal hall, there were gentle footsteps.
Light and shadow cast on the ground.
Ju Douluo stood at the side door without stepping in or showing his face.
A respectful voice came.
"Your Majesty, the little princess of Qibao Glazed Sect wants to meet His Royal Highness the Holy Son."
Bibi Dong raised her head and touched her handsome face with the tip of her nose.
The red lips parted slightly, the hot and fragrant air hit her nostrils, and a delicate voice sounded faintly.
"Jue, it seems you have to accompany your little fiancée."
Qian Renjue felt a little itchy and tilted his head.
He ordered outside: "Elder Ju, let her wait for me in the side hall for a while."
"Yes."
Ju Douluo immediately responded.
The light and shadow dispersed, and the gentle footsteps became farther and farther away.
"Mom."
Qian Renjue looked back at Bibi Dong, asking for instructions.
"Go ahead, that girl is pretty smart, let me order her."
Bibi Dong warned gently.
He raised his two jade hands and straightened Qian Renjue's clothes.
"Yes, I will."
Qian Renjue smiled.
As long as Ning Rongrong was not too willful, he would certainly be willing to accommodate her.
The bright red color lightly adorns the side of the face.
Qian Renjue stood up and walked towards the outside of the Pope's Palace.
Bibi Dong pursed her slightly hot lips.
Looking at Qian Renjue's back, his eyes were filled with reluctance and then turned cold.
The white and tender earlobes tremble slightly
It was confirmed that Qian Renjue had left the palace.
Bibi Dong's thin lips parted slightly, with a hint of harshness, and she said in a cold voice:
"Ghost!"
The cold voice echoed in the Pope's Palace.
Ghost shadows penetrated the main hall, and Ghost Douluo stood at the foot of the steps with a solemn expression.
He bowed slightly, not daring to be presumptuous at all.
He no longer knows how long it has been since His Majesty the Pope has been so eerie
Ghost Douluo had some guesses in his mind.
The person who made His Majesty the Pope act like this was most likely someone in the square just now.
"Go! Ask Lingyuan to come over and see me."
Bibi Dong ordered with a cold face.
If she doesn't figure it out, she won't be able to sleep peacefully.
Damn bitch! Why is it still lingering? Dare to target her son
You are simply looking for death!
"Yes, I will do it now."
Ghost Douluo bowed in agreement and quickly turned into a ghost and left the Pope's Palace.
Bibi Dong pinched her eyebrows
Qian Renjue seemed to recognize that bitch, which made her feel confused.
Bibi Dong didn't want to make it difficult for Jue to do it.
But that bitch.
She doesn't deserve it!
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The side hall of the Pope's Palace.
Sword Douluo had already taken off the red robe of the titled Douluo.
He also took back the big gem that Ning Rongrong had brought to play with. Ning Fengzhi sat at the table drinking hot tea.
Ning Rongrong stood at the door, looking forward to her husband like a rock.
"Rongrong, sit down and have a drink of water."
Ning Fengzhi looked at her good daughter with her elbows crazily turned outwards, her face full of depression.
This little cotton-padded jacket won’t send the Qibao Glazed Sect away, right?
Ning Fengzhi was really scared
"Rongrong is not thirsty. I want to wait for Brother Shengzi to come over and feed Rongrong a drink."
Ning Rongrong squatted down her petite body.
He held his chin with his hands and looked in the direction of the main hall.
"..."
Ning Fengzhi shook his head helplessly, feeling even more uneasy.
Sword Douluo drank tea silently.
He and Old Bones have now become little Princess Rongrong’s meal replacement when she is bored
But he didn't have time to think about it now.
But he said doubtfully:
"Fengzhi, is the Holy Son's martial spirit really a seraph?"
"Huh?"
Ning Fengzhi was stunned for a moment before regaining focus.
"Why did Uncle Jian say this?"
Sword Douluo said slowly with a solemn expression.
"The Seraph Martial Spirit doesn't seem to have wind, thunder and space attributes, right?"
"This."
Ning Fengzhi realized it later and frowned.
He has done a lot of research on martial arts and can easily analyze the pros and cons.
If so, those are all attributes that come from the attached soul ring.
It seems too powerful again.
If it is a soul bone.
He and Sword Douluo would not be unaware of the special fluctuations in the soul bone.
Ning Fengzhi smiled helplessly and said:
"Uncle Jian, you really asked me this question."
"Brother Holy Son is here!"
Before the two of them could communicate more, Ning Rongrong's clear cheers came from the door.
The two looked up
Ning Rongrong's petite body came over quickly, holding the tea that Ning Fengzhi poured for her.
In the confused eyes of Sword Douluo and the others.
He quickly ran back to the door.
The golden figure arrived as promised.
There was a smile on his face that was more sincere and friendly than Ning Fengzhi.
"Brother Holy Son!"
Qian Renjue just stepped into the palace.
Ning Rongrong happily held the hot tea with a look of fascination on her face.
"Rong Rong."
Qian Renjue smiled and called out.
Ning Rongrong nodded happily, as if welcoming her husband who had returned from a trip.
He held his head high, smiled and served hot tea diligently.
"Brother Shengzi, drink tea quickly, Rongrong has already cooled down."
"..."
Hear Ning Rongrong's voice.
The tea in Ning Fengzhi's mouth became extremely bitter and his complexion turned black.
What did Rongrong say just now?
Let Qian Renjue feed her!
But what is this now? ! Backstabbing her old father who trusted her.!
"Haha. Thank you Rongrong."
Qian Renjue took the tea, opened it and took a few sips.
Looking at Ning Rongrong still holding her hands coquettishly, she couldn’t laugh or cry
He reached out and rubbed Ning Rongrong's hair.
"I can get it myself."
"Yeah, brother Shengzi was so majestic and powerful just now!"
“Rongrong likes it so much!”
Ning Rongrong was so excited that she waved her fists and held Qian Renjue's extended hand with both hands.
Promise:
"Rongrong will practice hard and help Brother Shengzi become more powerful"
"Well, I believe Rongrong."
Qian Ren can't help but smile.
He held her little hand and walked towards Ning Fengzhi, saying hello with a smile.
"Uncle Ning, senior Chen Xin."
"..."
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at the same time.
Lingyuan has rushed to the Pope's Palace in a hurry.
I shivered as soon as I entered. I was shocked and didn't understand what was happening.
I wish you all a happy life!
(End of chapter)