Chapter 398: The Ghost Is Still There! Backstabbing Father

Inside the Papal Palace.

The noise outside is completely isolated.

Bibi Dong glanced at the figure next to her with a gentle smile on her face.

Qian Ren Jue won more beautifully than she had imagined.

Reach out and hold Qian Renjue's arm.

"Absolutely, well done."

"Mom didn't know that my baby son has become so strong."

Qianren Juexu held her jade hand and let her sit on the throne.

"I still have a long way to go. I haven't caught up with my mother yet."

"Huh! How old are you? Are you thinking of surpassing your mother?"

Bibi Dong snorted, glared at Qian Ren Jue, and patted the seat next to her.

"Come and sit."

"Ah."

Qian Renjue nodded slightly.

Sitting next to Bibi Dong, letting her delicate 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 as she stared at Qian Renjue's handsome face and his red lips.

Some people hesitate to speak.

Leaning gently on Qian Renjue's shoulder.

Perhaps she wouldn't get any accurate information if she asked Qian Renjue directly.
Da da!

In the empty Papal Palace, there were quiet footsteps.

Light and shadows are 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 the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect wants to meet His Royal Highness the Holy Son."

Bibi Dong raised her head and lightly touched his handsome face with the tip of her nose.

The red lips parted slightly, hot and fragrant air filled the air, and a delicate voice sounded faintly.

"Jue, it looks like you have to accompany your little fiancée."

Qian Renjue felt a little itchy and tilted his head.

He directed outside, "Elder Ju, ask her to wait for me in the side hall for a while."

"Yes."

Ju Douluo agreed immediately.

The light and shadow faded away, and the sound of quiet footsteps became farther and farther away.

"Mother."

Qian Renjue turned around and looked at Bibi Dong, asking for instructions.

"Go ahead, that girl is quite smart, give her some leeway."

Bibi Dong admonished gently.

She raised her two jade hands and straightened Qian Renjue's clothes.

"Well, I will."

Qian Renjue smiled.

As long as Ning Rongrong is not too willful, he is certainly willing to accommodate her.

The deep red lightly embellishes the side of the face.

Qian Renjue stood up and walked out 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
Make sure Qian Renjue has left the palace.

Bibi Dong opened her thin lips slightly, with a hint of sarcasm in her voice, and said coldly:

"Ghost!"

The cold voice echoed in the Pope's Palace.

Ghost shadows infiltrated the hall, and Ghost Douluo stood at the bottom of the stairs with a serious expression.

He bowed slightly and did not dare to be presumptuous at all.

He didn't know how long it had been since the Pope looked so gloomy and terrifying.
Ghost Douluo had some guesses in his mind.

The person who made His Holiness the Pope behave like this was most likely someone in the square just now.

"Go! Tell Ling Yuan to come see me."

Bibi Dong ordered with a cold face.

If she doesn't figure it out, she won't be able to sleep well.

Damn bitch! Why is she still haunting me? How dare she target her son?
You are simply looking for death!
"Yes, my subordinate will do it now."

Ghost Douluo bowed in response, then quickly turned into a ghost and left the Pope's Palace.

Bibi Dong pinched her eyebrows
Qian Renjue seemed to know that bitch, which made her feel confused.

Bibi Dong didn't want to make it difficult.

But that bitch.
She doesn't deserve it!
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The side hall of the Pope's Palace.

Jian Douluo has already taken off the big red robe of Title Douluo.

He also took back the big gem that Ning Rongrong had been playing with, and sat at the table with Ning Fengzhi, drinking hot tea.

Ning Rongrong stood at the door, looking forward to it like a woman waiting for her husband.

"Rongrong, sit down and have a drink of water."

Ning Fengzhi looked at his good daughter, whose elbows were bent wildly, with a depressed look on his face.

Would this little girl not send away the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect?

Ning Fengzhi was really a little scared
"Rongrong is not thirsty. I want to wait for Brother Shengzi to come and feed Rongrong."

Ning Rongrong squatted down her petite body.

He supported his chin with both hands and looked in the direction of the main hall.

"..."

Ning Fengzhi shook his head helplessly, feeling even more uneasy.

Jian Douluo drank his tea silently.

He and Lao Gutou have now become Princess Rongrong's meal replacement when she's bored.
But he doesn't have time to think about this now.

Instead, he wondered:
"Feng Zhi, is the Saint's martial soul really a six-winged angel?"

"Ok?"

Ning Fengzhi was stunned for a moment, then came back to focus.

"Why do you say that, Uncle Jian?"

Jian Douluo's face was solemn and he spoke slowly.

"The six-winged angel spirit doesn't seem to have wind, thunder, and space attributes, right?"

"this."

Ning Fengzhi realized it belatedly and frowned.

He has done a lot of research on martial spirits and can easily analyze the pros and cons.

If so, those are all attributes that come from the attached spirit rings.

It seems a little too powerful.

If it is a soul bone.

He and Jian Douluo would not fail to notice the special fluctuations of the soul bone.

Ning Fengzhi smiled helplessly and said:
"Uncle Jian, you really asked me this question."

"Brother Shengzi is here!"

Before the two of them could communicate further, Ning Rongrong's crisp 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 Jian 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 more approachable than Ning Fengzhi's.

"Brother Shengzi!"

Qian Renjue had just stepped into the hall.

Ning Rongrong happily held the hot tea, her face full of fascination.

"Rongrong."

Qian Renjue called out with a smile.

Ning Rongrong nodded happily, as if welcoming her husband who had returned from outside.

He held his head high, smiled, and offered hot tea attentively.

"Brother Shengzi, drink your tea quickly. Rongrong has already blown it cold."

"..."

Hear Ning Rongrong's voice.

The tea in Ning Fengzhi's mouth became extremely bitter and his face turned black.

What did Rongrong say just now?

Let Qian Renjue feed her!
But what is this happening now? ! Backstabbing her old father who trusted her.!

"Haha. Thank you, Rongrong."

Qian Renjue took the tea, opened it and took two sips.

Seeing Ning Rongrong still holding her hands coquettishly, I couldn't help laughing or crying.
He reached out and ruffled 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 waved her fists excitedly and held the big hand that Qian Renjue extended to her with both hands.

He vowed:
"Rongrong will practice hard and help Brother Shengzi become more powerful."

"Well, I believe Rongrong."

Qianren couldn't help but smile.

He took her little hand, walked towards Ning Fengzhi, and greeted her with a smile.

"Uncle Ning, Senior Chen Xin."

"..."

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at the same time.

Ling Yuan had already rushed to the Pope's Palace in a hurry.

I shuddered as soon as I entered, feeling shocked and confused, not understanding what was going on.

　I wish you all a happy life!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)