Douluo: Wuhun Bone Dragon, I am the Undead Scourge

Chapter 87 Bibi Dong: Sooner or later, I will destroy him.
Looking at the three who had been utterly defeated, Gu Feng felt a surge of killing intent. In that instant, he really wanted to end their lives to prevent future troubles.

But reason quickly brought him back to reality.

After all, the importance of any one of these three to the Spirit Hall goes without saying. If they were all killed, that crazy woman Bibi Dong would really go insane.

Gu Feng took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the killing intent within him.

At least now, it's not the time to break ties with the Spirit Hall.

Gu Feng turned to look at Ye Lingling, his eyes softening instantly, and said softly, "Lingling, let's go."

"it is good."

Ye Lingling answered crisply, her eyebrows curving and her smile as warm as the spring sun.

She deftly retracted her martial spirit, quickly took small steps to Gu Feng's side, and praised him with a grin: "Gu Feng, I found you to be really cool and strong just now!"

Her voice was full of a young girl's adoration and love, and that sweetness seemed to dispel the gloom in the room.

Gu Feng smiled slightly, gently patted her head, then tossed her a bag of gold coins as compensation for the tavern owner's losses before turning and leaving with her.

The two figures stretched long and thin in the afterglow of the setting sun until they disappeared from sight.

……

At the same moment, outside Tiandou City.

Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan, dressed in a magnificent robe that fluttered in the wind, wore a cold and mocking smile as he spoke leisurely: "Old Poisoner, what a small world, I never expected to run into you here."

Upon hearing this, Dugu Bo snorted coldly and replied with disgust, "Hmph, what bad luck! I never expected to run into you, Chrysanthemum Gate, as soon as I got back. I must have had the worst luck in eight lifetimes."

The two exchanged heated words, as if years of pent-up resentment were about to erupt from their conversation.

The two were on the verge of exchanging blows, the atmosphere tense as a taut bowstring, as if an epic battle could erupt at any moment.

"Hmph, stop with the nonsense. I don't have time to fight you today. Tell me, what are you doing here?"

Dugu Bo broke the deadlock first, as he really didn't want to waste time on this pointless argument.

Although the two had once been friends, their friendship was irretrievable after Yue Guan joined the Spirit Hall, and they parted ways and became enemies.

Upon hearing this, Yue Guan casually fiddled with his slender fingers, seemingly uninterested in the conversation, and said lightly, "Old Poisoner, it won't hurt to tell you. His Holiness the Pope has ordered us to assassinate a genius named Gu Feng."

"Sigh! How come people these days are all so talented? He's only six years old and His Holiness the Pope has already taken notice of him. What a pity!"

Yue Guan couldn't help but sigh.

"Gu Feng!"

Upon hearing this name, Dugu Bo's heart skipped a beat.

But he was a shrewd and calculating man after all. His face quickly regained its composure, and he asked casually, "Why assassinate him? He's just a child. What ability could he possibly have that warrants His Holiness the Pope going to such lengths?"

"Old Poisoner, this is not your concern. You only need to know that the one who made this move is His Holiness the Pope's personal disciple."

Yue Guan slightly raised her chin, her words brimming with confidence.

Upon hearing this, Dugu Bo couldn't help but let out a series of cold laughs, his laughter full of disdain: "Could it be that little girl who appeared at the papal succession ceremony a few years ago? Hmph, I advise you to hurry up and go into the city to take a look. Maybe she's already lying dead on the spot."

Hu Liena had previously appeared at Bibi Dong's enthronement ceremony, and at least in Dugu Bo's opinion, she was far inferior to Gu Feng in terms of both talent and strength.

"Old poisoner, don't try to provoke me with those words. I'm not a three-year-old child, do you think you can easily provoke me? I'm not in the mood to argue with you today."

Yue Guan frowned slightly, her words carrying a hint of annoyance, but she suppressed her anger, not wanting to be swayed by Dugu Bo's emotions. "Chrysanthemum Guan, whether you believe it or not is entirely up to you. Anyway, I've said my piece, I'm taking my leave now."

After Dugu Bo finished speaking, he flicked his sleeves, turned around, and left.

Seeing that Dugu Bo seemed to be telling the truth, Yue Guan felt a little guilty for a moment.

Could it be that Gu Feng really possesses some extraordinary ability that could threaten Hu Liena and the other two?

Thinking of this, Yue Guan no longer hesitated. He lightly touched the ground with his toes, transformed into a streak of light, and sped towards Hu Liena and the other two.

……

The night was deep, a night that should have been filled with gentle starlight and tranquil peace, but at this moment, the Papal Palace was shrouded in a heavy, oppressive atmosphere.

The flickering lights inside the hall illuminated Bibi Dong's delicate face, which was slightly distorted by anger.

"Nana and Xie Yue are unconscious, Yan is also seriously injured, and even the target Gu Feng was not killed. Yue Guan, is this what you call the results of protecting the Dharma?"

Bibi Dong slammed her hand on the armrest of her chair, the sound echoing like thunder in the empty hall, making everyone's eardrums ache.

Yue Guan lowered his head, his back trembling slightly, not daring to look directly into Bibi Dong's eyes, which seemed to spew flames.

Despite feeling deeply wronged, he could only swallow his grievances and say, "Yes, it was my dereliction of duty."

Yue Guan dared not utter a single word, fearing that the slightest carelessness would anger this capricious "madwoman" before him.

In reality, Yue Guanxin had already been cursing under her breath.

It was clearly you, Bibi Dong, who arranged for Hu Liena to assassinate Gu Feng, only asking me to provide support for the Dharma Protectors. In the end, your disciple Hu Liena not only couldn't defeat the enemy, but was also severely injured and rendered unconscious.

How can you blame me for this?

What does this have to do with me?

But Yue Guan could only keep these complaints to herself.

Just then, a hoarse voice came from the doorway: "Your subordinate, Ghost, requests an audience with His Holiness the Pope."

Bibi Dong frowned, her face full of impatience, and replied, "Go in!"

Ghostly strode into the hall with steady steps, bowed slightly, and said, "I have fulfilled the Pope's trust and completed the mission perfectly."

Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong's tense expression relaxed slightly. She lazily rested her chin on her hand, revealing her soft jawline, and asked softly, "Have any particularly novel theories about martial spirits been published recently?"

Ghost knew perfectly well who Bibi Dong was referring to with the word "special," and quickly shook his head, replying, "Your Holiness, no, but I will certainly continue to keep a close eye on things."

Upon hearing this answer, Bibi Dong's face instantly darkened, and the gentle expression she had just displayed vanished without a trace.

She shouted angrily, "You're all useless! Get out of here!"

"Yes!" Yue Guan and Gui Mei dared not delay for a moment. As if granted a pardon, they hurriedly turned and left, disappearing into the darkness outside the main hall.

A moment later, Bibi Dong's eyes grew even more ruthless, and she couldn't help but feel a little jealous.

Why is it that the person that little bastard so easily took a liking to is more outstanding than Hu Liena, the disciple he has raised and nurtured since childhood?

Why? ! !
Damn angels, why are you all against me?!

"You little bastard, since you think so highly of him, one day I'll destroy him..."

(End of this chapter)