Bibidong's silence made Ling Yuan feel uneasy.
She couldn't help but look up tentatively.
"Your Majesty."
"Hmph!"
Bibidong looked at Ling Yuan kneeling below and snorted coldly.
Even though Ling Yuan's offense wasn't significant!
As a subordinate and daughter-in-law, she actually dared to defy her, the Pope and mother-in-law.
It was simply outrageous!
"Ling Yuan, considering your past performance, I can overlook this incident."
Hearing Bibidong's words.
Ling Yuan's heart, which had been raised, slowly lowered.
But before she could breathe a sigh of relief.
Bibidong's tone suddenly changed.
"But the death penalty can be avoided, the living penalty is unavoidable. I sentence you to refine a thousand pills within thirty days."
Ling Yuan was stunned.
A bitter smile and deep gratitude overflowed from the corner of her mouth.
Fortunately, she wasn't really being transferred.
Refining a thousand pills in the Pill Hall was just tiring, but not impossible to complete.
Moreover, Her Majesty the Pope didn't specify what kind of pills they should be.
"Yes! Your subordinate accepts the punishment!"
Ling Yuan respectfully accepted the punishment.
"Very good, I hope you won't make this mistake again, otherwise, don't say I'm targeting you after you've married into the family."
Bibidong was very good at the trick of giving a blow and then a sweet date.
Hearing this.
Ling Yuan's face turned red, and she quickly thanked Bibidong, made assurances, and expressed her loyalty.
Belatedly.
She was really confused just now!
Forgetting who was really in charge of this family.
It was obviously Her Majesty the Pope, her path was different from other girls.
If she didn't hold on to this thigh, she would be given the cold shoulder sooner or later!
She wouldn't even get a chance to serve in bed.
"Alright, alright."
Bibidong rubbed her brow and waved her hand.
She instructed:
"Now, go to that woman's residence and bring her to the reception room."
"Uh—"
Ling Yuan was slightly stunned.
Having just realized this, she naturally wouldn't refuse Bibidong's request.
She only asked:
"Your Majesty, what if she doesn't want to come?"
"Hmph! Then tell her that I, Qian Renjue, want her to come over!"
Bibidong snorted coldly, gritting her teeth.
"Yes! Your subordinate will do it now."
Ling Yuan slowly stood up and turned to walk outside.
As soon as she left the door, she flew down the mountain.
She hoped His Highness wouldn't blame her.
Our Mom.
She couldn't afford to offend her!
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Pope Palace Side Hall.
Qian Renjue had no way of knowing the conversation between Bibidong and Ling Yuan.
He was sitting in the side hall, holding Ning Rongrong in his arms.
Chatting with Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo.
"Holy Son, I don't know if the wind and thunder you used before were soul skills?"
After a few words.
Sword Douluo couldn't help but ask the question in his mind.
"They are self-created soul skills."
Qian Renjue replied with a smile.
Sword Douluo understood.
"Haha. The Holy Son is indeed exceptionally talented."
Ning Fengzhi couldn't help but laugh.
"After today, the Holy Son will completely become the recognized young leader of the soul master world."
"Even those seniors can't compare to you."
Qian Renjue shook his head slightly.
"Uncle Ning overpraises me. As a junior, I still have a long way to go."
"You're not overpraising him at all. Big Brother Holy Son is the best."
Ning Rongrong held the hot tea, gently blowing cool air with her small mouth.
Slurp~
She occasionally took a sip or two to test the water temperature.
Seizing every opportunity to speak.
Qian Renjue touched Ning Rongrong's head and chuckled.
"The Holy Son is probably about to become a Soul Douluo."
Sword Douluo said quietly.
The last time they met, Qian Renjue was level seventy-seven.
Now that more than half a year has passed, with Qian Renjue's talent, it's probably about the same.
"Senior Chenxin has sharp eyes."
Qian Renjue praised, not hiding anything, and said directly:
"In about a month, this junior will officially break through the Soul Douluo realm."
Thinking of the pure and flawless Snow Woman.
Qian Renjue added:
"The eighth soul ring is ready."
Hearing this.
Ning Fengzhi was stunned, his face full of amazement.
He knew very well.
Qian Renjue's seventh ring was a hundred thousand years old, and the eighth ring would definitely not be inferior.
Unlike Ning Fengzhi.
Sword Douluo's eyes were filled with some expectation and hidden frustration.
He couldn't be sure.
When Qian Renjue broke through to Soul Douluo, would he still be his opponent?
This wasn't alarmist talk, nor was it his Sword Dao Chenxin boosting the morale of others.
But a keen intuition.
As a swordsman, the intuition he had when facing a strong opponent!
"Big Brother Holy Son is so fast~"
Ning Rongrong said charmingly, her eyes full of stars.
She brought the tea that she had already tested the temperature of to Qian Renjue's mouth.
"Big Brother Holy Son~ have some tea."
"Okay, thank you Rongrong."
Qian Renjue didn't think he was that fast, Ling Yuan could testify.
He would be facing Title Douluos in the future.
Taking advantage of Qian Renjue's drinking tea.
Ning Rongrong's round and large, bright eyes stared at Ning Fengzhi with grievance.
Seeming to urge them to leave quickly.
Sword Douluo was strong inside.
Ning Fengzhi's face twitched.
He sadly put down the fragrant tea he had just picked up, as if he had become a lot more滄桑.
Girls are not kept when they are young!
Ning Fengzhi didn't say anything more.
At least she was still his little padded jacket, and he should spoil her to the end.
If he didn't spoil her, he wouldn't have the chance to spoil her in the future.
Qian Renjue had just put down the tea.
Ning Fengzhi looked up and looked outside, then turned back and said with a smile:
"Holy Son, it's getting late. Rongrong has been talking about going around since yesterday."
"I'll have to trouble the Holy Son next."
Ning Rongrong's eyes were filled with a little apology to her old father, and she smiled happily.
Nodding frantically.
"Yes, yes, Rongrong wants to go shopping in Wuhun City with Big Brother Holy Son."
"Heh."
Qian Renjue couldn't help but laugh.
He gently stroked Ning Rongrong's tender face, pinched it, and looked at Ning Fengzhi.
Smiling, he said:
"Uncle Ning is serious, how can it be a trouble? This is what I should do."
"That's good."
Ning Fengzhi nodded in satisfaction.
He instructed Ning Rongrong:
"Rongrong, you can't mess around in Wuhun City like you do at home."
"Dad is talking nonsense! When did Rongrong mess around."
Ning Rongrong frowned and pouted her pink lips, unhappy that Ning Fengzhi was exposing her shortcomings.
Ning Fengzhi was a little dumbfounded.
It seemed that his little girl was going to learn to be a good girl.
Only in front of her fiancé Qian Renjue.
"Hee hee."
Ning Rongrong quickly smiled.
With her feet on the ground, she held Qian Renjue's wrist with her two soft hands, urging:
"Big Brother Holy Son, let's go."
"Okay."
Qian Renjue smiled.
He naturally knew what kind of personality Ning Rongrong had, she was just a little mischievous.
Qian Renjue stood up and bid farewell to Ning Fengzhi and the two of them.
Then he took the charming little girl beside him and walked outside.
"Ah, Big Brother Holy Son, wait!"
Just as she reached the door.
Ning Rongrong seemed to have thought of something, and immediately returned to the table, picking up the hot tea that Qian Renjue had put down.
She quickly took a few small sips to moisten her throat.
Then she raised her head contentedly, her face red, and waved to Ning Fengzhi and them.
"Dad, Grandpa Jian, Rongrong is going to play!"
"Hee hee——"
Under the gaze of Ning Fengzhi and them, Ning Rongrong gradually moved away with Qian Renjue.
"Uncle Jian, my liver hurts. What about you?"
"I'm enduring the pain."
I wish you all a happy life!
