Douluo: It started when Bibi Dong tricked me into drinking tea

Chapter 2: Being tricked into a secret room by Bibi Dong
In the year 2630 of the Douluo calendar, twelve years had passed since the battle on Poseidon Island.

A lot of things happened this year, and Wuhun City is even more depressing at the moment.

Not long ago, the former Pope Qianxunji died, but the enthronement of the new Pope did not cause much waves.

Bibi Dong's expression did not change until Ghost Douluo Guimei came to the Pope's Palace to report.

"Are you sure it's him? He disappeared for so long, are you sure he's in Wuhun City right now?"

"Your Majesty, he is the peerless Douluo ranked number one in Fengping! He is the Sword Demon! His portrait is posted all over the continent, no one will mistake him!!"

Ghost Douluo's expression might have never been so terrified.

After getting his confirmation, Bibi Dong even stood up from the Pope's throne.

This beautiful Pope must be panicking about something and is subconsciously tidying up his appearance.

But the next moment, that figure came with a sword on his back, dressed in silver and stepping into the air, and appeared in the Pope's Palace.

"Qian Daoliu is not here?"

His words were as light as the flicking of a piece of cloth, and they came out spontaneously, but the sound was like the ringing of a golden bell, reaching the sky.

The entire Pope's Palace, Elders' Palace, and Douluo Palace were all boiling at this moment. The powerful aura of more than thirty titles almost condensed the air on the Pope's Mountain into a solid state.

After a few breaths, Pope Bibi Dong, who should have said something, was speechless.

Gui Mei didn't even dare to look at their Pope, and answered Feng Yan, who frowned, with a stiff upper lip: "Your Majesty, the High Priest has been away for many days."

Feng Yan was only a dozen years older than Bibi Dong, but he spoke in a rather arrogant tone, "His son is dead, and he's still going out? He's not going to hold the funeral?"

No one dares to criticize a person who can make the entire Spirit Hall feel like they are facing a formidable enemy, even if he speaks impolitely.

The ghost had no choice but to bow again and said, "The High Priest is seeking revenge for the former Pope and is hunting down Tang Hao..."

Feng Yan pinched his chin, his expression looked so unbelievable and confused, and he was trying to put himself in the other person's shoes.

His bare toes tapped lightly and finally landed on the floor tiles of the Pope's Palace.

"He's really chasing me?! He hasn't succeeded in killing me after so many days? Does he need to use a second sword to kill a junior? This old man is getting worse as he gets older."

Younger generation? Tang Hao?
The person in front of me is two years younger than Tang Hao!
But these unintentional words are the truth, and there is no sense of incongruity among the rumors.

Staring at Feng Yan, Gui Mei immediately felt an unprecedented sense of oppression, and for a moment he was speechless like his Pope.

Fortunately, Bibi Dong finally came to her senses. She knew that she couldn't let Feng Yan think about it any more, so she bowed to him and said cautiously, "The Sword Demon has come to the Spirit Hall. I'm sorry for not welcoming you. I wonder if you have any advice for me?"

For some reason, this question made Feng Yan's face look a little awkward.

He spread his hands and said, "It's nothing, actually. It should be more than ten years ago that I owed your chief worshipper a few hundred gold soul coins. I heard that his son died... I thought I would pay my condolences and repay the money at the same time. You know what I mean."

What do you know? Pay back the money?

Fengyan's voice was not loud, but everyone who could hear it could hear it.

First the Elders' Hall, then the entire Pope's Mountain top's stagnant momentum suddenly loosened.

The powerful aura of the world's number one man was quietly shattered at this moment. Bibi Dong knew without even thinking that he was most likely looking for Qian Daoliu, but this man was definitely not here to pay back the money.

With a big smile on her face, Bibi Dong's heels tapped on the floor tiles as she walked towards Feng Yan leisurely.

The number one in the world finally noticed Bibi Dong behind Gui Mei. He was suddenly dazed and stared at the long legs that could kill someone. He didn't look at Bibi Dong's face until Bibi Dong held his right hand.

"Brother Feng, how about coming inside with me for a cup of tea? Can I show you how to be a good host?"

Bibi Dong's voice was crisp. Her age was there. Feng Yan was a dozen years older than Bibi Dong, so it didn't seem strange for her to call him "big brother".

Besides, this girl is so beautiful and flawless that I can eat a few more bowls of rice just by looking at her.

Feng Yan swallowed his saliva and had only one thought in his mind at this moment: She is already a widow, I can't let her live a widow life any longer!

So Feng Yan nodded immediately, "Okay, I'll wait for Old Man Qian."

Perhaps she didn't expect this action to have such a good effect. Bibi Dong smiled even more beautifully and was about to leave taking Feng Yan's hand.

Feng Yan followed involuntarily and went to the back room of the Pope's Palace.

As they walked, Bibi Dong pointed at the wind sword floating behind Feng Yan and asked, "Will the Sword Demon not put away his martial spirit?"

"Oh, the martial spirit has materialized. It's okay if you don't want to take it."

"Is that so? I'd like to ask for your advice!"

What Feng Yan didn't know was that his hard life of practicing for so many years was about to be broken because of this cup of tea.
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When the thirtieth day comes, it is not the end of the month, and it no longer matters whether it is day or night.

In short, when a beautiful lady with long lavender hair took off her clothes and showed him her treasured black jade, Feng Yan had no reason to complain, even in a dark secret room. Because he inherited Meng De's legacy!

If this is a test, let alone the old cadres, even if Elder Tang came, he would have to write a diary to repent for his mistakes today!

Men always remember their first time vividly, not to mention that Bibi Dong in front of him is really beautiful.

"You're here again? Still refusing to talk? You tricked me into this... secret room? It's been so long, you must be pregnant, and you're not even willing to go back to the sect with me to see my old man?"

It's not just hearsay. After all, this place is dark and there's nothing I can do except have in-depth communication with Bibi Dong every day.

After all, it is the territory of Bibi Dong, the spider lady, and there are not even snakes, insects, rats or ants.

According to Feng Yan, who was howling loudly for no reason, he was poisoned and tied up here, and he couldn't practice. He hadn't played games for so many years since he came to Douluo Continent, and he had never been so bored.

There was no other way, Feng Yan could only talk a few more words to Bibi Dong when she came over to pass the time.

But since she tied him up, Bibi Dong has stopped talking.

As usual, she started on her own.

Feng Yan also shouted as usual: "Ah~!"

"How about you come back to Fengjian Sect with me? Don't worry, even if my dad is really handsome and the old man is interested in you. But I inherited his good genes! You've made me like this, you can't still be thinking about my old man, right?"

Feng Yan was not talking nonsense, his father was the leader of the four lower sects, Feng Bailong, the leader of the Fengjian Sect, and he had just joined the Spirit Hall not long ago.

As far as Feng Yan knew, the reason why Feng Bailong joined the Spirit Hall was probably similar to the dragon-licking Tuoba Xi of the Holy Dragon Sect, and it was probably related to this beautiful new Pope.

In Feng Yan's impression, his old man was handsome but ugly. He was not blind but insisted on wearing an eye patch. He said that he wanted to cultivate Feng Jianzong's Tingfeng's talent to the extreme in order to achieve a breakthrough.

But it doesn't affect his appearance at all, on the contrary it adds to it. Anyway, he is much more handsome than Chen Xin, the son of the old man Qi Sha Jian.

"I don't have any objection to you falling in love with my old man. He likes you very much. He has even brought his entire family to you and I didn't say anything."

At least in Feng Yan's opinion, Bibi Dong tricked him into the secret room, poisoned him and punched him countless times every day. Most likely, her husband, the Pope teacher, died, and she fell in love with his old man, so she wanted to have some fun with him first.

As an open-minded person, Feng Yan felt that it was nothing. It was just that he liked older people. Didn’t Bibi Dong, the widow, want to remarry?
The only thing Feng Yan didn't want to be cuckolded, especially by his biological father.

"But you and I have already made a fait accompli. You can't have any improper thoughts about my old man. If we get married, you have to take care of the children. You can't just rely on me."

Anyway, as a man, Feng Yan felt that he had made great money and it was basically a reward for him.

As for the sect? After his father died, it was Feng Yan's own property. Since it was like this, he might as well leave it to his wife to manage.

Feng Yan himself doesn’t know how to do these things, so he just wants to live a stable life.

Anyway, Feng Yan rarely went back over the years. He even personally hated the Fengjian Sect for its insistence on using formations, and it could be said that he had almost no feelings for them.

The few impressions he had were that his father was really handsome, so much so that when Feng Yan looked at himself in the mirror, he would probably have a reaction.

It seemed that Bibi Dong listened to Feng Yan's words this time, and she stopped her mechanical movements.

"What's wrong? Are you satisfied so quickly this time?" Feng Yan asked subconsciously.

Even though many of his senses were blocked, Feng Yan could still see that Bibi Dong was not who he said she was.

As Bibi Dong's cheek got closer, the sound of her lingering breathing and a slight gasp also came closer.

Feng Yan was a little confused, because at this moment Bibi Dong, who touched his cheek, was very gentle, as if she was a different person.

It was like going back to the time thirty days ago when he was tricked into the secret room.

Feng Yan thought that if anyone could bear it, it would be better to cut off that thing!

"It would have been better if you had done this earlier~" Along with these soft words, Bibi Dong's thin lips pressed against hers.

Now, I don’t know what to say no matter how many rumors there are.

Feng Yan thought: Is this a formal confession?
Just like thirty days ago, Feng Yan still felt that he couldn't let her live a widowed life.

But after the kiss, Bibi Dong slapped Feng Yan so hard that he saw stars.

Looking at Bibi Dong's face, Feng Yan was stunned and at a loss.

But he also felt that, logically speaking, Bibi Dong shouldn't look so calm when a big fight hit her handsome face.

Overall, Bibi Dong's expression was very strange, as if she was smiling but not smiling, and the tears in the corners of her eyes seemed so unusual.

She just stared at Feng Yan blankly, and then Bibi Dong murmured, "It's too late... too late. Everything is too late..."

(End of this chapter)