I have already finished playing Naruto, you let me travel through Douluo

Chapter 19 The Disliked Bibi Dong

"Is there something wrong with the brain of the person who proposed this plan?"

Under the gaze of most of the Spirit Hall's high-level officials, the young man said these words so lightly.

The whole place was dead silent!

All the elders and priests present opened their mouths in astonishment, and Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo even gasped.

Even Bibi Dong, who was sitting on the Pope's throne, couldn't help but tremble and her beautiful eyes widened.

This kid, this kid!
Actually, he said in front of Guangling Douluo that he had a problem with his brain? ?

Are you kidding?

Even the old Pope was polite when he met this person.

They are the four priests of the Spirit Hall, and among the most powerful men in this continent!
The smile on Guangling Douluo's face gradually stiffened.

For a moment, he suspected that he had heard wrongly.

Have you been scolded?
For how many years, how many years, has no one dared to scold me in person?
And now, he was called mentally ill by a six-year-old child?

"Little boy, you better have a reason that will satisfy me, otherwise..."

Guangling Douluo suppressed the murderous intent in his heart. The ice crystals on his eyes began to tremble and fall, and he stared coldly at the innocent-looking boy.

I'll tell my men to attack with all their might shortly.

Let this kid spend the rest of his life in bed!!

"Sir, can't you see that? I thought you were a smart man."

The white-haired boy spread his hands helplessly and looked at Guangling Douluo with pity in his eyes.

hiss--

Everyone present gasped, and Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo were so frightened that they wanted to rush up and cover Su Chen's mouth.

Hey, white-haired boy, this is not in our plan!

It’s not enough that you tickled the tiger’s whiskers once, now you’re standing on his head and plucking its hair?
This is not the way to commit suicide!!
"Okay, okay, okay, kid, you're very good. I'd like to hear what you think if you can't express it."

Guangling Douluo laughed in anger and said three good words in a row. The handsome boy's face was full of cold gloom.

Even with his good self-control, he couldn't help but show sympathy when a young child looked up at him.

He has already decided, wait a minute, let this kid die!

"It's not an opinion, it's just an idea."

Su Chen shrugged, his black eyes swept across the crowd, "I would like to ask you gentlemen, if there is a country that has been the leader of all nations since ancient times, accepting tributes and worship from the surrounding countries, and being feared by the world."

"So, when a small country offends, what should this country do?"

An elder disagreed, "Of course it was destroyed by the thunderbolt."

But just as he opened his mouth, he remembered something and quickly stopped talking.

"Very good, this gentleman is very smart."

But Su Chen would not let him go just like that.

The white-haired boy looked at him with a smile, "What if that small country also killed the king of the country?"

At this point, everyone understood that this country was referring to the Spirit Hall.

And that small country is naturally the Haotian Sect.

"Old, I think it should be destroyed."

The elder who was speaking turned pale, his lips moved but he couldn't utter a word.

Because opposite him, an extremely cold single eye was staring at him.

"Very good, very good. You are indeed worthy of being the elder of the Spirit Hall."

Su Chen nodded with satisfaction and looked at everyone again.

"You see, you know, I know, and other small countries also know. They are all waiting for the country to kill with thunder and lightning any unstable factors that dare to offend, not to mention such a life-and-death feud."

"Under this situation, the country not only did not act quickly, but instead tried to win over other small countries as allies. What does this mean?"

The boy's voice was soft, but it struck everyone's heart like a heavy hammer.

What does it represent?

It means that you are no longer capable of becoming the overlord!
It will become a target for other countries.

"Perhaps surrendering can save many soul masters from the risk of death, but it will also sow endless troubles in the future. There will be countless challengers who will come to fight against the authority of the Overlord!"

The young man's voice was clear, but it was like thunder in spring. The people were frightened and broke into a sweat. They were a little breathless, but suddenly they understood.

Seeing that no one spoke, the young man looked at Guangling Douluo with a livid face and blinked, "Sir, you haven't told me who came up with this stupid plan."

"I, a six-year-old child, can see this, but he can't see it. He deserves death!"

"So, I suggest that the person who said this be expelled from the Spirit Hall. Otherwise, one day in the future, the Spirit Hall will be dragged into the abyss by some stupid decision." "Don't you agree?"

What the hell!

Ju Douluo and Gui were almost frightened to the point of fainting.

How dare you be so bold? It’s fine if you scold me in person, but what do you mean?
Killing someone but also killing your heart?
Aren't you really afraid that he will kill you with one blow? !

It's too late for me to save this!!!

On the Pope's throne, Bibi Dong leaned forward and clenched her fists excitedly. Her beautiful eyes were shining as she stared at the white-haired boy in the crowd without blinking.

Su Chen's words really touched her heart.

Moreover, looking at Guang Ling's livid face, His Holiness the Pope felt as happy and refreshed as if he had drunk an ice drink in summer, his long legs crossed and an intoxicating smile appeared on his pretty face.

She just felt extremely happy.

No matter what, she was determined to have this child and she was going to keep him.

Even if it means going to Qian Daoliu and causing a big scene, I won't hesitate!

Guangling Douluo's chest heaved violently, the muscles on his face twitched, and his expression was ferocious, completely losing his previous handsome appearance.

Ju Douluo was right. Guang Ling really wanted to kill this little brat.

But that is no longer possible.

Not to mention that since the beginning, there have been more than four auras locking onto him.

Guang Ling had a premonition that as long as he made the slightest unusual movement, even if he released a little bit of oppressive aura, someone would try to stop him.

What's more, if I really kill the future genius of the Spirit Hall in public, or do it out of anger and humiliation, the Spirit Hall will probably not tolerate me at all.

"call"

Guangling Douluo, who had calmed down a little, suppressed his murderous intent and felt extremely aggrieved.

It’s bad enough to be scolded, the key is that I can’t refute it.

No matter how much he resisted in his heart, he understood that his way would indeed bring disaster to the Spirit Hall.

But being educated by a six-year-old child, even if this kid is a genius, is a complete disgrace to oneself.

He seemed to be able to see the trembling figures around him.

Are you looking down and laughing at yourself?

These damn bastards!
"Hmph, kid, don't forget your business. I hope your strength can be as sharp as your tongue!"

Guang Ling looked coldly at the black-eyed, white-haired boy, a cruel smile flashing across his lips.

"I hope you can still be as proud as you are now later."

It is not convenient for him to do it, but that doesn't mean others can't do it.

Everyone was shocked when they heard this.

Yes, no matter how good your eloquence is, strength is the first priority.

The highlight is to see whether he is as evil as described by Ju Douluo and Gui Douluo.

"Then everyone please move to the square. We will know whether it is a dragon or a snake at a glance."

A clear and extraordinary voice came from above, and His Holiness the Pope slowly stood up, his graceful figure perfectly displayed under his papal robe. He lightly grasped the scepter in his jade hand, took light lotus steps, and walked over with a swaying figure.

Wherever he went, everyone bowed their heads and made way for him.

When passing by Su Chen, she slowly stopped, leaned over, and a beautiful smile appeared on her pretty face.

"Little guy, after this test, come and see me alone. I can fulfill one of your requests."

"If you win, there's a reward."

The refreshing fragrance hit him in the face, and the boy could even feel the sweet breath between the red lips and pearly teeth blowing on his face.

Su Chen frowned slightly, took a step back, distanced himself from Bibi Dong, and bowed slightly, "Thank you, Your Holiness. I won't let you down."

Just talk, why is this woman standing so close to you?
Bibi Dong's breathing stagnated.

Obviously, the boy's reaction was totally beyond her expectations.

Am I being disliked?
His Holiness the Pope was somewhat stunned.

All the young men and women in the Spirit Hall flock to me when they see me. Putting aside my status and strength, just based on my appearance, there is no one in this world who can ignore me.

Bibi Dong has this confidence.

But the boy's action of taking a half step back and frowning were not artificial, but a sign of his unwillingness to get closer from the bottom of his heart.

"This is really the first time."

The Pope's mouth curled up slightly and he became more interested in Su Chen.

(End of this chapter)