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Chapter 126 Bibi Dong's Plan
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Inside the Papal Palace!

The light here is even darker and deeper than in the main hall, and the air seems to be thick with the scent of power and desire.

Beneath the massive dome, the throne, symbolizing the Pope's supreme authority, gleams with a cold, metallic sheen.

Bibi Dong leaned lazily against the throne.

She wore a magnificent and elaborate dark purple papal robe with wide sleeves embroidered with mysterious patterns in gold thread.

The collar of the robe was opened slightly low, revealing a delicate collarbone that was as white as snow, and below that, a breathtaking, full, and rounded silhouette.

The hem of the robe was very long, hanging casually on the throne and the ground.

At this moment, one of her long, straight legs, encased in sheer purple stockings, was casually draped over the knee of her other leg.

This movement caused the hem of her already form-fitting papal robe to slip slightly upwards, revealing even more breathtaking scenery.

In the dim light, a sliver of light-colored lace, barely covered by fabric, tightly encased the shapely, pert arms, flashed by as the skirt fluttered!
The lace edge was deeply embedded in the surprisingly full flesh of her arms, outlining the two incredibly elastic and plump mounds into an incredibly alluring heart shape. The full curves presented a perfect tension under the tight fabric, and the marks of the tight binding were clearly visible, full of forbidden temptation.

The purple, thin, and sheer fabric of the underwear, which felt like a second skin, stretched taut below the armpits, creating an extremely full curve. The perfect heart shape and the tight indentation were enough to make any onlooker's heart flutter!
Before her, on the cold, smooth obsidian floor, knelt a female Soul Master with an equally alluring figure.

She wore a tight-fitting crimson leather armor, her figure curvaceous and extremely hot. Her long, fiery red hair was tied in a high ponytail, revealing her smooth forehead and a wildly beautiful face.

Her eyes were sharp as an eagle's, and a scorching aura emanated from her. She was none other than the Elder of the Papal Palace, the Spirit Kite Douluo, whose martial soul was the Fiery Spirit Kite, a level 93 Power Attack-type Title Douluo!
Slightly behind Bibi Dong's throne on either side, stood like two ghosts, Ju Douluo Yue Guan and Gui Douluo Gui Mei.

Chrysanthemum Pass still retains its effeminate and eerie appearance, with ghosts and demons shrouded in a light black mist.

Bibi Dong slowly opened her deep, abyss-like violet eyes, which seemed capable of devouring souls. Her gaze did not fall on the kneeling Ling Yuan, but rather pierced through the magnificent palace gates, as if she could see the distant direction of Tian Dou City. A playful yet cold smile curved her lips.

"Heh..." A low chuckle, both disdainful and amused, escaped from her full, alluring red lips.

Her slender, fair hands, adorned with purple nail polish, were lazily stroking her smooth chin, her fingertips lightly brushing against her perfectly shaped lips, the movement exuding an effortless allure.

His other hand rested casually on the armrest, holding a papal scepter about two meters long, made entirely of an unknown dark gold metal, inlaid with countless dazzling gems, and topped with a huge, dark purple gem. The scepter exuded a chilling aura of power.

“That old guy Qian Daoliu…” Bibi Dong’s voice was lazy and magnetic, like the finest silk gliding over the heart, yet carrying a chilling edge. “It seems he can’t hold back any longer and has noticed the ‘fat piece’ of the Beast God Pavilion.”

Her gaze seemed to pierce through space, capturing the powerful and imposing figure of Golden Crocodile Douluo as he departed. The smile on her lips deepened, carrying a cruel and expectant look of watching a good show: "He actually sent out his second-in-command, Golden Crocodile Douluo... This is an 'old friend' that even I have to be wary of."

"It seems he's quite concerned about that suddenly appearing Beast God Pavilion... and his beloved granddaughter's feelings." She gently shook the scepter in her hand, the gem at the top reflecting a hazy halo: "It seems... another exciting show is about to unfold in Heaven Dou City."

"I wonder if that arrogant young master Ling Han and his two pretty little girls can withstand the 'friendly sparring' of the old crocodile Jin E? It's really... something to look forward to."

After speaking, her gaze finally fell on Ling Yuan Douluo kneeling below.

That gaze carried a scrutinizing quality, but also a hint of playful control.

"Ling Yuan." Bibi Dong's voice was still languid, but it carried an undeniable air of command.

"Your subordinate is here!" Ling Yuan Douluo immediately straightened his back, his fiery red eyes flashing with absolute loyalty and a hint of fanaticism.

"Accompany me on this journey." Bibi Dong slowly stood up. With her movement, her deep purple papal robe flowed like water, outlining an even more breathtaking curve, especially her full buttocks, which were tightly bound together. As she stood up, they drew a breathtaking arc, which was then concealed by the flowing robe, leaving only endless imagination.

She looked down at Ling Yuan, her purple eyes flashing with an all-knowing light and a hint of bloodthirsty excitement. "With such a lively scene, how could our Papal Palace be missing? I want to go and see for myself what kind of tricks this 'show' between the Hall of Offerings and the Beast God Pavilion will have up its sleeve."

Then, she turned her head slightly, her cold gaze sweeping over Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo standing on either side.

That gaze made Chrysanthemum Pass and Ghostly Ghost subconsciously tense up and lower their heads slightly.

“During my absence these past few days,” Bibi Dong’s voice suddenly turned cold, like ancient ice, carrying absolute pressure, “all affairs within the Papal Palace are entrusted to the two of you. Remember…”

A cold glint flashed in her purple eyes, and she gently tapped her scepter on the ground, producing a dull yet soul-stirring sound: "Keep your unruly claws under your command in check, and keep your own minds in check."

"If when I return I find anything amiss..."

Her words were unfinished, but the lingering threat and chilling killing intent permeated the air as if they were real, sending a shiver down the spines of both Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghostly Demon. They quickly bowed and replied:
"I will obey His Holiness the Pope's decree! I will certainly perform my duties diligently and dare not slacken in the slightest!"

"Your Majesty, please rest assured!"

Bibi Dong withdrew her gaze with satisfaction, no longer glancing at them. She moved gracefully down from the throne's high platform. Her bare feet trod on the cold, smooth obsidian floor, yet it felt as if she were stepping on invisible stairs, elegant and noble. Her deep purple robe trailed on the ground, swaying gracefully with her steps. The rounded contours of her body, tightly outlined by light purple lace and hidden beneath the robe, were glimpsed intermittently as she moved, exuding a mysterious and deadly allure.

“Let’s go, Lingyuan.” Her cool voice carried a hint of excitement at the impending storm. “Let’s… add fuel to the fire of this grand spectacle.”

Lingyuan Douluo immediately stood up, like the most loyal falcon, closely following behind Bibi Dong. The two figures, one noble and mysterious like the Dark Queen, the other wild and fiery like a blazing bird, quickly disappeared into the side passage of the Papal Palace, leaving Ju Douluo and Gui Mei staring at each other in the empty hall, both with beads of cold sweat on their foreheads.

(End of this chapter)