Douluo: Wuhun Zhuge Wuhou, Breaking Bad

Chapter 27: What is destined to happen will happen, what is not destined to happen will not happen

Bibi Dong really kept her word. In the evening, she invited Zhuge Jun and Xue Qinghe to the Pope's Palace at the same time.

In the living room, Zhuge Jun heard the sounds of cooking from the kitchen from time to time, and he felt very uneasy.

"Mr. Zhuge, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing that Zhuge Jun had been frowning since he came in, Xue Qinghe couldn't help but ask.

Is there a hidden secret behind tonight’s meal?
That shouldn't be the case. Bibi Dong knows her true identity, so there's no need to set up a Hongmen Feast with her.

If that's the case, why is Mr. Zhuge frowning?
"Oh, I'm fine." Zhuge Jun shook his head slightly.

At this point, he could only place all his hopes on Bibi Dong.

I hope she will take her identity as the Pope into consideration and not come up with anything shady.

Xue Qinghe smiled as if in the spring breeze, "Her Holiness the Pope is in a high position, and it is an honor not everyone can have to eat her food."

"What His Royal Highness the Prince said is absolutely true."

"I wonder how old you are, sir?"

Zhuge Jun glanced at him and replied, "I am already eighteen years old this year."

"I am one year older than you, Mr. Xu."

Xue Qinghe also looked quite bored and actually started chatting with Zhuge Jun.

Zhuge Jun did not refuse him. He just answered every question he asked.

If he didn't ask, Zhuge Jun wouldn't bother to speak.

"..."

"What are you talking about?"

After a while, Bibi Dong, dressed in casual clothes, came out of the kitchen carrying dishes.

Seeing the two of them talking and laughing, she also smiled.

Tonight is a private dinner, and there is no outsider here except the three of them.

Soon, Bibi Dong put the dishes on the table.

Zhuge Jun took a look and his worries were immediately dispelled.

He was afraid that Bibi Dong would cook up some shady dishes, but now it seems that he was worrying unnecessarily.

These dishes are delicious and appetizing at first sight.

"Use your chopsticks."

Bibi Dong had been looking at Zhuge Jun's position, and after seeing him take a few bites, she asked.

"Mr. Zhuge, how does it taste?"

"Cough cough."

Zhuge Jun swallowed the braised pork in his mouth. He felt that he had indeed misunderstood Bibi Dong.

Her cooking skills are not bad, and are not much inferior to those of the hotel chef.

"delicious."

"Then sir, please eat more."

Seeing that Bibi Dong's eyes were always on Zhuge Jun, Xue Qinghe suddenly felt a little unbalanced.

"Your Holiness the Pope is very busy, but I didn't expect that he has such good cooking skills. I admire him."

"Okay, change back to your own appearance. Mr. Zhuge is not an outsider."

Hearing this, Xue Qinghe put down his bowl and chopsticks and looked at her in surprise.

Did she hear it right? This woman actually let her restore her true appearance?
"There's no one else here." Bibi Dong reminded again.

Zhuge Jun also subconsciously put down his bowl and chopsticks and looked towards Xue Qinghe's position.

In fact, he guessed what Bibi Dong was going to do when she asked them to have dinner alone.

If you're not prepared to be honest with each other, why keep it so mysterious?

As for the purpose of being honest with each other, Zhuge Jun guessed it almost exactly.

"it is good."

Now that things have come to this, Xue Qinghe no longer pretends.

But as he slowly stood up, his body began to radiate golden light.

In a moment, the elegant Crown Prince disappeared.

Standing there at the moment was a flawless and graceful woman, wearing a golden dress that made her look even more mysterious and noble.

After seeing Qian Renxue's face, Zhuge Jun smiled, "I didn't expect that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has such a great ability to disguise himself."

Qian Renxue snorted coldly and ignored him.

Bibi Dong took the initiative to introduce: "Mr. Zhuge, let me introduce you, this is the young master of the Worship Hall, the one that the Great Worshiper wants you to accept as your disciple, her name is Qian Renxue."

"Who said that? When did I ever say I wanted to be his disciple?"

"Didn't you say that after you met him..."

"Yes, I meant to wait until I meet him in person before discussing it. Now that I've met him, I still don't want to do it." Qian Renxue raised her head slightly, showing her pride.

Zhuge Jun smiled again and shook his head gently, "If the young master is unwilling, you can go and ask the chief priest. I am used to being idle and cannot be a good teacher for the young master."

"you!"

Qian Renxue snorted again, "Just say it, do you think I dare not?"

After saying that, she lowered her head and continued eating.

"Sir, why are you doing this?" Bibi Dong said helplessly.

"Your Holiness, I have already agreed to what the High Priest asked me to do, but the young master himself is unwilling, and I cannot force him. The High Priest will not vent his anger on me, right?"

Bibi Dong held her forehead and said, "Xue'er, are you really unwilling to be Mr. Zhuge's disciple?"

"What did you call me?"

Qian Renxue, who was concentrating on eating, was suddenly startled and looked at her with surprised eyes.

"Xue'er."

"Humph, if he wants me to be his disciple, he has to show some real skills."

Qian Renxue felt very happy when Xue'er said this, so her tone was not so harsh anymore.

Just think of it as giving this woman some face.

"Isn't Zhuge Liannu considered a skill?"

“It’s not a gift for me.”

"..."

Bibi Dong found that this little girl had a really stubborn temper. If she guessed correctly, Qian Renxue had actually already accepted Zhuge Jun in her heart.

It was only for the sake of face that she continued to refuse.

"Xue'er, you really don't want to?"

"It's absolutely impossible!"

Zhuge Jun finished his meal and walked towards the kitchen with his bowl.

Bibi Dong also stood up and followed. Seeing that the other party was concentrating on washing the dishes, she couldn't help but speak.

"Mr. Zhuge, maybe you and Xue'er really don't have the fate of being a master and a disciple."

"If it is destined to happen, it will happen. If it is not destined to happen, don't force it. How can a mere mortal like us go against fate?"

Looking at Zhuge Jun washing the dishes by himself, Bibi Dong suddenly had a strange feeling in her heart.

Zhuge Jun is not tall and looks a little thin.

For some reason, Bibi Dong always felt that something was missing around him.

"Mr. Zhuge, regarding the crossbow..."

"Regarding the matter of the crossbow, I will personally go to discuss it with the chief priest."

The two had already discussed this matter last time, and Qian Daoliu was bound to be the scapegoat.

Qian Daoliu: "???"

"But even if we make money by selling such a powerful thing to other forces, I'm afraid it will pose a great threat to our Spirit Hall in the future."

"Your Holiness, this is inevitable." Having said that, Zhuge Jun put down the bowl in his hand and looked at Bibi Dong at the door.

"However, I have a way to reduce casualties."

Zhuge Crossbow is different from the wooden ox and flowing horse. He can tamper with the wooden ox and flowing horse to make it useless.

But he couldn't move Zhuge Crossbow. At best he could only increase the damage chance of Zhuge Crossbow and reduce its power.

But none of these can directly eliminate the threat of the crossbow. There is gain and loss, and this is the price the Spirit Hall needs to pay.

Fighting a war with zero casualties is basically impossible.

(End of this chapter)