Douluo: My plan to kill the gods has been exposed!

Chapter 83 Are You Serious?

Your Holiness, do you want to accept another disciple?
If she was just a little nervous just now, now she was completely bewildered and at a loss. Was she panicked or surprised? Or maybe both. However, the huge pressure that followed made her dare not easily reveal the slightest inclination.

"Are you confused?"

"A little bit."

Ning Rongrong took two seconds to suppress her emotions, and said hesitantly: "In fact, Your Majesty, there is no need to do this. The Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect and the Spirit Hall are now inseparable."

To be precise, it should be that the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect unilaterally cannot do without the Spirit Hall. After the two were strongly tied together, the Spirit Hall has obtained the part that it lacked most before, but the overall strength of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect now still has a lot of room for improvement.

Moreover, during the period when most industries were integrated with the Spirit Hall, most members of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect had already adapted to the current rhythm.

There are powerful enemies surrounding us outside and discord among our clansmen inside.

If the Ning family really intends to leave, or stabs them in the back, they will probably face the most severe and desperate situation since the founding of the sect.

His mind was in a mess, from the sect to himself, reasons came up and were cut off.

Ning Rongrong's face was filled with embarrassment. She really couldn't imagine what the point was of His Holiness the Pope still wanting to continue to be deeply bound to her, or to the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect?

"There is nothing in the world that requires thinking so far ahead."

The Pope sat opposite, teasing the little white beast with a faint smile on her face. Even when she was talking seriously about such an important matter as accepting a disciple, she always gave people a sense of careless laziness and easy-goingness.

It feels like meeting someone and asking if they have eaten.
Don't think that far.
"It's okay for anyone to say this, but not you!"

Ning Rongrong's smile twitched: "Your Majesty, are you serious?"

"Well, I'm not serious. I may change my mind later," Bibi Dong narrowed her eyes slightly and resisted the urge to rub her eyes and yawn. She woke up again after a long sleep, and the drowsiness did not decrease much. She still had the urge to hold Bai Ze and sleep until the end of time.

In the absurd and ethereal dream, she was like a traveler out of the world, witnessing the birth and destruction of some interesting things over and over again. The objects of observation were different each time, but the endings were similar.

So much so that after nature awakens and one feels the world again, there is a sudden sense of tranquility that seems like a world away.

'So, this feeling of drowsiness is not a side effect of the soul contract, but is caused by Bai Ze's own power.'

"As expected of an ancient auspicious beast that witnessed the origin of civilization, its value can no longer be measured simply by its strength."

But fortunately, this legendary imperial beast is now the sacred beast of the Spirit Hall. It does not belong to the soul beast side, nor is it involved with those high and mighty gods.

"Woo——"

Bibi Dong hugged Bai Ze and pulled him hard, then looked at the little thing rubbing against her affectionately, her eyes full of relief.

"Master, please bow to me as a disciple!"

Holding Bai Ze in her arms, Bibi Dong turned her head and watched Ning Rongrong straighten her dress slightly, then kneel down on the ground with a serious expression. After thinking for a moment, she did not help her. When she was about to kowtow respectfully, she grabbed her.

"That's enough."

At her signal, Ning Rongrong respectfully handed over a cup of warm tea. The Pope took a sip and her eyes softened.

"Master, how about the tea?"

"Not very good, it didn't soak."

"Then I will try hard next time." "These are all small matters. I will announce it to the elders later. Be more confident then." Bibi Dong flipped her right hand, and a golden and red token that looked extremely luxurious appeared in her hand. She handed it to Ning Rongrong.

"The Pope's decree, keep it. Nana has one, and you have one too."

"oh oh."

Ning Rongrong took it respectfully with both hands, her face still showing a sense of illusion as if she was dreaming.

It’s been less than half a year since I led my sect to join Spirit Hall, and now I’ve been accepted as a disciple by the Pope?
"By the way, Rongrong, when you were in the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, you should have managed your own business in the sect, right?"

Holding Bai Ze in her arms and teasing him, Bibi Dong suddenly asked again.

Even though she carefully kept the Pope's Order close to her body, Ning Rongrong was still a little dazed until Bibi Dong asked her gently, which brought her back to her senses: "Master, yes, I mainly manage jewelry shops. Most of the time, I learn from my father how to be a manager."

When talking about her own business, the little witch's words were full of confidence.

Ning Fengzhi knew the upper limit of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tower a long time ago, so he invested more methods of dealing with people and the thinking mode of a manager in Ning Rongrong.

The final strength can only reach level seventy-nine?
It doesn’t matter. Dad will teach you how to manage the sect. When you have more money, you can invite any powerful person.

Soul rings, soul bones, soul guides.
Anything that can be done with gold soul coins is no problem!
"That's good, then."

Bibi Dong spoke slowly, rubbing her eyes inadvertently with her fingers, her tone still lazy: "Remember to go to Elder Yueguan every month to get the resources you deserve. I know you don't need them, but you still have to take what you deserve."

"I hope you can get along well with Nana. She works very hard in her training. Although her martial soul is a fox demon, her mind is sometimes too simple."

It seems, a little bit.
Thinking of Hu Liena who rushed into her laboratory not long ago, Ning Rongrong nodded in agreement.

"This includes the martial soul simulation training ground, the right to choose the treasure house, and the teaching of famous teachers. You have the same experience as them, not a single bit different."

Bibi Dong straightened her body slightly and put away some of the casualness in her voice: "But there is one thing I hope you can take on."

come yet.

Ning Rongrong listened silently, her eyes focused to the extreme.

Sure enough, there is a purpose for accepting disciples. With the mind of His Majesty the Pope, how could he do something irrelevant? Does it require the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect to pay some price?
"Nana is more suitable to focus on the path of cultivation without distraction," Bibi Dong continued to sip her tea and looked her straight in the eye. "As for the political affairs of the Spirit Hall in the future, you are also qualified to listen in. Watch and listen more. If you don't understand, you can ask me."

What?
I?
Study the politics of the Spirit Hall?
Ning Rongrong pointed at herself with trembling fingers, her eyes wide open, her face full of disbelief.

"if not?"

Maybe the wind today was really comfortable, Bibi Dong finally couldn't help it and squinted her eyes and yawned.

"As the Pope's disciple and one of his possible future successors, you have a heavy responsibility on your shoulders, and you are not allowed to be lazy or perfunctory. Not only me, but also the elders of the Pope's Palace and the Worship Hall will focus on you."

Ning Rongrong's mind went blank: "Don't you think it's a bit hasty?"

"So what if it's sloppy."

The Pope's eyelids trembled again, and a deep sleepiness came over her like a tide. She stretched her body facing the sun, and her voice became even more lazy.

"There are many people in the Spirit Hall, but there is only one Pope."

(End of this chapter)