In Douluo Continent, the Pope used me as a substitute for my first love.

Chapter 516 Extra Chapter 1: Butterfly

night.

After visiting Nottingham City and watching Xiao Huohuo, the "out-of-the-box protagonist," prepare to report to Soto City's Shillake Academy under Yu Xiaogang's guidance, Wang Zhao returned to the Dragon King's Palace, having had his fill of entertainment.

At this moment, the council hall of the Dragon King's Palace was brightly lit. As Wang Zhao traveled through the void, he could see a graceful figure sitting at a desk, diligently working.

He couldn't help but sigh softly, "These past years, I've been out of the picture, and it's all thanks to my sister. If she hadn't been so suitable to take my place, I don't know if I could still be able to continue my charitable work behind the scenes while also cultivating myself properly..."

Wang Zhao shook his head, his figure flickered, and the next moment he appeared in the main hall.

Noticing his arrival, Die concealed the weariness in her eyes before raising her head and smiling broadly as she prepared to greet him.

To her surprise, Wang Zhao was no longer there. She was stunned for a moment, and then felt someone gently wrap their arm around her waist from the side.

Yes, the main hall's seats are modeled after the Spirit Hall's papal throne, and they are very spacious.

Butterfly tilted her head slightly and looked at the little man sitting next to her with his arm around her, casting a loving gaze upon him.

"Sister Butterfly, you've worked so hard these past few years. I'll handle the rest. From now on, we'll leave it to Senior Qianjun or Dugu Bo, okay? You must be tired, go get some sleep..."

She paused for a moment, then nestled quietly in his warm embrace before smiling and whispering:

"Although your progress is rapid, your cultivation level is still far behind mine. How could I possibly collapse from exhaustion just because of dealing with these trivial matters?"

Wang Zhao didn't speak, but tightened his grip on her arm slightly, as if he wanted to meld her whole body into his.

Time passed second by second.

The two tacitly enjoyed the tranquility of the moment, and a tenderness gradually grew between them.

Suddenly, Die gently nudged Wang Zhao, indicating that she needed to continue working.

Wang Zhao nodded and released her, but did not leave. He sat down beside her and silently watched her slowly refocus her attention on her work...

Night deepened.

The main hall was plunged into darkness, the doors closed, and the two stood at the entrance, about to return to their respective rooms.

Butterfly gazed at Wang Zhao with tender, gentle eyes, as if she wanted to see him off first.

Unexpectedly, after waiting for a while, she saw Wang Zhao not turn around, but instead, after hesitating for a short while, he suddenly stepped forward.

"Uh...that..."

Wang Zhao opened his mouth, but hesitated to speak. The man who usually appeared so composed and shrewd seemed like a naive young man at this moment.

Butterfly's eyes flickered, revealing a hint of surprise as she sensed the unusual atmosphere between the two, and then seemed to realize something.

Seeing Wang Zhao's slight nervousness, she smiled with a hint of indulgence. Just as she was about to speak herself, she heard Wang Zhao finally say:

"The moon is exceptionally bright tonight, will you come with me to look at it..."

He tucked his hands into his pockets.

"how?"

Her eyebrows and eyes were curved.

"OK."

And so, the two strolled along the road in the moonlight. Eventually, perhaps somewhat confused, Wang Zhao led Die to his residence. Die walked in naturally, smiling and showing no sign of resistance.

The two were enjoying a drink under the moonlight, the scenery was beautiful, and they were chatting and laughing when Die suddenly suggested that she wanted to dance.

Then, Wang Zhao saw a graceful black butterfly appear in the center of the various flowerpots in the courtyard. It danced lightly and gracefully, and every smile and frown of it exuded the most beautiful scenery in the world, a priceless treasure that belonged only to him.

A night breeze swept by, causing the flowers to sway, as if they were unwilling to be outdone, vying with the graceful figure and delicate fragrance for a fleeting moment of beauty.

However, at this moment, Wang Zhao could no longer see any other scenery.

Everything that catches the eye is exquisite, and the heart feels like a double-stranded net.

Originally, it was a beautiful woman dancing lightly, leaving all the beauties envious.

The boy unconsciously stood up and strode forward, finally stating:

"Butterfly, I..."

……

When emotions run deep, they become like pools of water, naturally formed.

(End of this chapter)