Douluo Continent: Twin Golden and Silver Dragons Shock Bibi Dong

An outsider, a Soul Master outside the Spirit Hall system, is holding a Papal Decree, one of only a handful issued by the Spirit Hall in the past, and specifically requests to see her, the Pope.

This person's identity became clear almost instantly.

Yu Xiaogang.

He really came.

Where did Yu Xiaogang get the papal decree?

However, before Bibi Dong could sort out the mess from back then...

Under the table, Xuan Hao, who had been in a state of extreme excitement, stopped moving completely the moment he heard the warrior's report.

Xuan Hao didn't make a scene downstairs, nor did he immediately crawl out to overturn the table. He simply remained quietly in the darkness.

"Xuan Hao..."

Bibi Dong felt a little flustered and subconsciously moved her feet slightly, trying to comfort her with a word.

But just as the soles of her feet touched Xuan Hao's body again, Bibi Dong suddenly froze, and an indescribable complex expression instantly filled her face.

Because she clearly felt...

The object, which had been as hard as iron and radiating scorching heat just moments before, cooled down completely at an alarming speed within seconds of hearing Yu Xiaogang's name.

It's not a post-launch fatigue.

Instead, the surging, violent masculine energy that originally filled Xuan Hao's body seemed to have been subjected to some kind of intense psychological shock at this moment.

He sat quietly under the table, his breathing becoming lighter, his large, cold hands still stubbornly and stiffly gripping Bibi Dong's ankles, motionless.

The quieter Xuan Hao is, the more dangerous he is.

Looking at the young man under the table, whose head was bowed low and whose heartbeat had slowed down, Bibi Dong felt for the first time a feeling of "heartache" and "panic".

He was genuinely afraid.

He feared he still had feelings for that good-for-nothing, and he feared the tragedy of that year would repeat itself.

Because he cared so much, this ruthless and lawless monster outside became as humble as a child afraid of being abandoned in front of him.

Bibi Dong's eyes turned extremely cold in an instant. She took a deep breath and coldly gave the order to the door:

"No! You think you can see me with some token you picked up from who-knows-where? Tell him the Papal Palace doesn't see unauthorized personnel, and tell him to get out of Martial Soul City immediately!"

However, Xuan Hao remained motionless under the table despite Bibi Dong's almost furious and heartless order.

He didn't loosen his grip on her ankle, nor did he make a sound. That silent stillness, heavy in the darkness, was almost suffocating.

Bibi Dong was completely panicked.

She knew perfectly well that Xuan Hao understood her.

He knew that if he really drove Yu Xiaogang away today with just a few words, then in the future, the name Yu Xiaogang would become a knot and regret in his heart that he could never untie for the rest of his life.

Starting today, their relationship will be on a dead end.

"Stop fooling around, Xuanhao."

Bibi Dong lowered her head, looking at the dark underside of the table, her voice carrying a pleading tone that would never normally appear, "Please don't do this... Say something to me, okay?"

Xuan Hao remained silent.

Bibi Dong bit her red lips, her eyes slightly reddening. She took a deep breath, raised her head again, and coldly ordered towards the door:

"and many more."

"By my decree, have him brought directly to this Hall of State Affairs. I will see him in person."

After giving the order, Bibi Dong swayed slightly and squatted down directly under the large mahogany table.

The heavy tassels completely blocked the view from the outside world. In this small and dark space, Bibi Dong looked at Xuan Hao, who was gripping his ankles tightly with both hands and keeping his head down without saying a word.

His usual unruly arrogance had vanished, leaving only a heartbreaking stillness.

Bibi Dong's heart softened. She reached out and cupped his arms, lowering her voice, "Don't be like this. I'll handle it. Really."

Xuan Hao slowly raised his head. His azure eyes were no longer filled with the usual laziness; instead, they were swirling with a cold and obsessive undercurrent.

"You don't need to force yourself. I'm a very selfish person, and I can't force myself."

Xuan Hao grabbed Bibi Dong's wrist with great force: "I'm not some gentleman. I can't say anything like magnanimous nonsense like I can respect your choice, and I simply can't do it. If you really choose someone else, I don't know if I can stay rational, I don't know what I might do."

Looking at the man before her, who was almost driven mad by his extreme concern, Bibi Dong felt no offense whatsoever. On the contrary, her heart, which had been cold and lifeless for years, began to beat wildly at this moment.

Without the slightest hesitation, she met Xuan Hao's aggressive gaze and lowered her head to hug him tightly.

"I choose you, really, I choose you."

"Don't be afraid, and don't overthink it. I, Bibi Dong, will never have another man in my life."

Xuan Hao nestled in the crook of her neck, his body stiffening for a moment before he asked in a hoarse voice, "Really?"

Bibi Dong did not offer any further explanation.

She cupped Xuan Hao's face in her hands and kissed him passionately.

This was the first time in her life that she had taken the initiative to kiss a man, and also the first time she had displayed the power befitting a pope.

Clumsy yet domineering lips and tongue barged in without any rhyme or reason, with an unyielding and domineering force, fiercely asserting their dominance.

Chapter 374 While the master spoke of deep affection in front of the hall, Xuanhao controlled the whole situation under the table.

……

Xuan Hao was somewhat stunned.

He felt the heat and madness between his lips and teeth, and the cold fear that had almost swallowed him up vanished instantly under this domineering kiss.

He did not try to take the initiative, but simply closed his eyes and passively endured Bibi Dong's rare madness.

After a while, Bibi Dong managed to create a slight distance between them.

In the dim light under the table, she was slightly out of breath, her fox-like eyes shining brightly as she stared intently at Xuan Hao: "Now, can you believe me?"

Xuan Hao looked at her slightly disheveled hair, the violence in his eyes completely fading, replaced by a complex expression: "I don't want to force you, I just..."

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound rang out. Bibi Dong, somewhat annoyed, slapped him across the broad shoulder, interrupting his words.

"Don't let your mind wander!"

Bibi Dong glared at him. "I just still can't fully accept that we've come to this. But I will never choose anyone else, and I will never look back at those disgusting scumbags, do you understand?!"

Xuan Hao looked at her pretty face, which became even more beautiful because of her anger, and remained silent for a moment before finally nodding obediently.

"You really understand?" Bibi Dong raised an eyebrow.

Xuan Hao nodded again.

Seeing that he had finally returned to normal, Bibi Dong breathed a sigh of relief. However, when her gaze shifted downwards and landed between the two of them, her brows immediately furrowed again.

"Then why hasn't this thing reacted yet?"

Xuan Hao was stunned, completely dumbfounded: "I was so sad just now, my heart was completely cold, how could I suddenly have a reaction?"

Bibi Dong was a little suspicious. She stretched out a fair and delicate hand and gently touched it through the fabric.

It was soft and fluffy, and indeed, it didn't move at all.

"What now? Why is there still no response?" Bibi Dong urged impatiently.

Xuan Hao's eyes twitched violently twice as he looked speechlessly at the woman who had suddenly become so proactive.

"Your Holiness, psychological trauma takes time to heal. Can't you give me some time to recover?"

Bibi Dong's expression turned slightly unnatural. She snorted coldly and stopped staying under the table.

She turned around and sat back down on the tall dragon throne. Then, her long, slender legs, clad in stockings, slid down her skirt again and gently rubbed against Xuan Hao's body.

Under the dark table, feeling the soft, warm sensation from his toes, in just half a minute, the sleeping behemoth stood up again with an exaggerated posture.

Feeling the amazing hardness and heat return to the soles of her feet, Bibi Dong, sitting at the head of the table, finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the gloom between her brows vanished.

And at that very moment.

"crunch-"

The heavy door of the side hall was finally slowly pushed open from the outside.

Led by two expressionless paladins, Yu Xiaogang walked in with somewhat stiff steps.

The door slammed shut behind me, shutting out all the sunlight.

Yu Xiaogang stood in the empty, solemn hall and silently took a few steps forward.

Then, about twenty meters away from Bibi Dong's large desk, he stopped, put his hands behind his back as usual, raised his chin slightly, and fell into a long silence.

He seemed to be waiting for Bibi Dong to speak first, waiting for her to show the same surprise and affection she had back then.

However, Bibi Dong didn't even lift her eyelids while sitting in the chair at the head of the table.

She held a quill pen in her hand, staring intently at the official document in front of her, even her movements of turning the pages seemed extremely perfunctory.

In reality, His Holiness the Pope was focusing all his energy under the desk, using his feet to diligently do some absurd things in the darkness that he couldn't tell outsiders.

She didn't have time to pay any attention to Yu Xiaogang, who was standing there putting on airs.

Inside the empty government affairs hall, time ticked by, and an awkward atmosphere began to spread endlessly.

After a full incense stick's time, Yu Xiaogang, whose legs were aching from standing, finally realized that the Pope in front of him really didn't seem to have any intention of paying attention to him.

His pride was somewhat hurt, so he took a deep breath and finally broke the silence.

"Dong'er, are you alright?"

Yu Xiaogang looked at the face at the head of the table, which was even more noble and beautiful than before, and his voice carried a hint of self-righteous vicissitude and deep affection.

However, the moment I heard the name "Dong'er".

Bibi Dong's eyes turned completely cold in an instant while she was sitting on the chair.

She slowly raised her head, her fox-like eyes filled with undisguised disgust and coldness, her sharp gaze sweeping over him.

"What did you say?"