【Wow! This is amazing!】 The little white tiger plopped down on the ground, clapping its two front paws together. After three years, it had finally been able to transform into human form, and it was a little excited.
Faced with Fu Yue's cheers, Guang Ling was completely bewildered. Why was there no second half to the sentence? After waiting for a long time, Guang Ling confirmed that there really was nothing more to say.
But the surprises are always yet to come.
As usual, Guangling carried Fuyue in her arms to the largest ancestral hall. Strangely enough, it had been three years since she started raising Fuyue, and the little white tiger hadn't grown at all; it looked exactly the same as before.
Anyone who didn't know better would think he was mistreating the little white tiger. What kind of spirit beast hasn't changed at all in three years? Is that even possible?
In these three years, they have seen it all. Bibi Dong managed to win over four-fifths of the Spirit Hall during this time. It's something that most people couldn't do without some ruthless methods. Qian Xunji is naturally extremely gratified by his good disciple.
Little did he know, a nightmare was about to begin...
"Thump, thump..." Only the sound of shoes hitting the ground could be heard. The dark cell was pitch black, and no one could see their surroundings. Then the cell door opened, and a graceful figure gradually emerged from the darkness.
The person sitting at the head of the table was not surprised at all, or rather, even more excited.
His lewd gaze swept over the person in front of him, looking him up and down as if he were admiring his own possession. His eyes were so disgusting that they made one want to vomit.
"Good disciple, have you come to keep your master company? Hehe~"
Bibi Dong remained silent, her eyes fixed on the person who had brought her endless nightmares ever since she entered. Unconsciously, she clenched her teeth, wishing she could tear him to pieces.
But... she couldn't do that. "Qian Xunji, since you've ruined me, I'll make you wish you were dead!"
Spider legs unfurled from behind Bibi Dong. Qian Xunji saw this clearly and swiftly drew his sword, but even with his speed, he was no match for Bibi Dong. The moment the sword appeared, several spider legs swiftly, accurately, and ruthlessly pierced Qian Xunji's wrist.
She slowly, slowly, bit by bit lifted the person up. This time, Bibi Dong didn't directly devour the opponent's soul and body as described in the original story. Her spider legs were covered in venom, which slowly seeped into the skin.
"Ah!" Chihiro cried out in pain, her brows furrowed as if she were in a deep knot. She wanted to torture him little by little, to inflict all the pain she had inflicted on her upon him, piece by piece.
With her broad perspective, she naturally knew what she should and shouldn't do, but she had already done what she should do, and was also learning to do what she shouldn't do. Even if Qian Daoliu stood in front of her, she would still do the exact same thing.
After inflicting immense pain on Qian Xunji, Bibi Dong kindly devoured the scum's body and soul completely before gracefully walking away.
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[Bibi Dong is even more ruthless than a human, she's a werewolf!] After seeing everything unfold through the monitor, Fu Yue gave a brief summary.
Faced with Bibi Dong's decisive and efficient actions, Xiao Kou couldn't help but offer his praise. For scum like him to die was simply too... a pity.
Such disgusting people should be demoted to the 18th level of society.
After Qian Xunji was devoured by Bibi Dong, Bibi Dong's strength increased dramatically. However, this event couldn't have happened without any consequences, and Qian Daoliu eventually learned of his son's death.
However, by this time, his power within the Spirit Hall had been weakened to almost nothing, and the Spirit Hall, which he had painstakingly built, could not simply fall into his hands. In the end, Qian Daoliu suppressed the matter.
He knew what was important and what was not, but ultimately it was Xunji's fault.
Qian Daoliu summoned the remaining elders and made it clear that he would no longer interfere with the affairs of the Spirit Hall. Although the elders didn't understand, who dared to disobey their leader?
"Oh my god! Little Kou, you don't mean you want me to transform into human form here, do you? Isn't that like throwing a lamb to the slaughter?" Good heavens, really good heavens. Among these worshippers were several elderly people who seemed incredibly shrewd. Seeing her transform from a white tiger into a human,
It's impossible not to be incredibly envious, after all, 100,000-year-old soul beasts are extremely rare on the entire continent. Everyone wants to obtain a 100,000-year-old soul ring.
Xiao Kou confidently continued, "You can rest assured, with Guang Ling and me there, they can't possibly do anything dangerous. Besides, these are all Guang Ling's good brothers. That's wonderful!"
You belong to a whole group of darlings.
Let's assume she's being deceived.
"OK, Xiao Kou? Let's begin." As Fu Yue spoke, Xiao Kou lit up the button. Fu Yue, who had been nestled peacefully in Guang Ling's arms, wobbled and flew up, heading straight for the center of the angel statue.
The faint light seemed to be a connection with the angel god; this was code that Xiao Kou had specially written for him, as Qian Daoliu deeply believed in the angel god. Despite having such favorable conditions, he couldn't recall anything at all.
With this connection to the angels, what is there to fear?
The floating moon, bathed in the morning light from the angels, shimmered softly in the sunlight, its silvery-white hair appearing as if fragments of moonlight had been scattered across its surface. The hair was light and smooth, swaying gently in the breeze, exuding a dreamlike beauty.
Her eyes were deep and bright, like the brightest stars in the night sky, sparkling with wisdom and determination. Her skin was as white as snow, exuding a pure, otherworldly quality.
Her outfit was simple yet elegant. She wore a white dress, the hem swaying gently in the breeze, as light as a cloud. The dress was embroidered with delicate patterns, every stitch revealing the craftsman's ingenuity and care. A silver belt cinched her waist, accentuating her slender figure and adding a touch of noble elegance.
She wore a pair of silver high heels, the uppers of which were studded with tiny crystals that sparkled in the sunlight, perfectly complementing her hair. In her hand she carried a small silver handbag, also adorned with shimmering crystals, exuding both refinement and elegance.
Everyone in the offering hall has an "o" shaped mouth.
I've been so lacking in inspiration lately, and I don't even think what I write is very good. I'm looking forward to dawn!
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