Bibi Dong took a deep breath and forced herself to suppress her surging blood and agitated mind.
As the Pope of the Spirit Hall, he has held power on the continent for many years, and his character has long been tempered to be as hard as a rock.
Even in such an incredible and desperate situation, she still tried to regain a little initiative.
She straightened her proud back, and a hint of determination flashed in her purple eyes.
He said in a deep voice: "Your Excellency Xinghan! It is us, mother and daughter, who have been presumptuous and have intruded into your divine domain. This crime is unforgivable."
"But we are willing to pay the price for our recklessness. What do you need, Your Excellency?"
"Is it a hundred thousand year old soul bone, or a secret treasure of my Spirit Hall?"
"As long as you open your mouth, our Spirit Hall will do everything we can to seek your forgiveness."
Bibi Dong's words were powerful. They were both an apology and a test, and more importantly, they demonstrated her own value.
However, Qian Renxue beside her was a completely different person.
The heir of the Angel God had dazed eyes at this moment, and his pretty face was pale without a trace of blood.
She stared at Long Xinghan in a daze, then subconsciously glanced at her nominal mother beside her, her eyes full of pain, confusion and self-mockery.
"Why...why would my father do such a thing..."
She murmured to herself, her voice as thin as a mosquito's, but filled with endless sadness.
"No wonder... No wonder you've always treated me like that... It turns out that my birth was a mistake from the very beginning, a... a dirty mistake..."
Qian Renxue's words were like sharp thorns, piercing into Bibi Dong's heart.
Bibi Dong's body trembled, her face turned paler, her lips moved, but she couldn't utter a word.
Years of estrangement and resentment were torn apart by the bloody truth at this moment, revealing the common scars of both mother and daughter.
Looking at this sudden tragic drama in front of him, Long Xinghan raised his eyebrows slightly, and there was a hint of playfulness in his gentle smile.
"Perhaps, you haven't realized the situation yet."
His light words instantly interrupted the sad atmosphere between mother and daughter.
Long Xinghan walked up to the two of them and swept his eyes over them as if he was examining his trophies.
"You have crossed over and forcibly torn the world's barriers. You have already consumed one third of your own life essence."
"The flame of your life is now like a candle in the wind."
Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue felt their hearts sink when they heard this.
This is a fact. They paid a huge price to cross the border, and the deprivation of the source of life actually happened to them.
The curve of Long Xinghan's mouth became even bigger.
"So, what about going back? Consume another third?"
"Haha, even if I show mercy and let you go, I'm afraid you won't survive long when you return to Douluo Continent."
"What's the difference between this and seeking death?"
He spread his hands, his tone as relaxed as if he was talking about the weather.
"So, the situation you are facing now is not as simple as using soul bones or secret treasures to gain my 'forgiveness'."
Long Xinghan's voice suddenly became meaningful.
"You need to win my 'help'... Otherwise, you will never be able to return to Douluo Continent."
"Life or death, it's just a matter of my thoughts."
This is not alarmist talk, but the naked reality.
Without him, the "group leader" would not be able to use the system's permission to activate a stable and secure cross-border teleportation array.
The only outcome of Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue's forced return was the exhaustion of their essence and their death.
"I..."
Bibi Dong's spine, which had just straightened up, seemed to be completely crushed by these words.
All pride and calculations seem so pale and powerless in the face of absolute strength and insurmountable world rules.
She smiled bitterly, her face revealing her heartfelt despair.
After a while, Bibi Dong seemed to have made up her mind.
He raised his head suddenly, and the final madness and determination burned in his purple eyes.
"I am willing to sacrifice my own life!" She stared at Long Xinghan and said word by word.
"I only ask for your mercy, and send Xue'er... my daughter, back to Douluo Continent safely!"
At this moment, Bibi Dong was no longer the majestic Pope, but just a mother who wanted to protect her daughter at the last moment.
"You..." Qian Renxue looked at Bibi Dong in disbelief, and the softest part of her heart seemed to be deeply touched.
But soon, that touch was overwhelmed by deeper despair.
She turned her head sharply, her voice cold and empty: "I don't need it! My existence itself is a joke!"
"Perhaps death is the real relief for me!"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, ah..."
Long Xinghan, who had been watching the show with great interest, finally let out a sigh, seeming to be a little speechless about this drama of deep affection between mother and daughter.
He shook his head and continued, "What do I want your life for? To make medicine? Or as a collection?"
Before he finished speaking, Long Xinghan took a step forward.
Under Qian Renxue's shocked gaze, Long Xinghan stretched out his right hand and naturally grasped her slender waist.
The girl's body stiffened instantly as a masculine scent she had never felt before enveloped her, causing her mind to go blank.
"You...!" Qian Renxue was shocked and angry. She subconsciously wanted to struggle, but found that her whole body was sore and she couldn't even muster a trace of soul power.
Long Xinghan completely ignored her reaction and instead gave a bright smile to the stunned Bibi Dong.
"Compared to watching you guys stage a life and death separation here, I suddenly have a better idea."
He held Qian Renxue, whose body was slightly stiff, in his arms and said with a smile, "Let's go. This place is not suitable for you to stay for long."
"Let's go to your Pope's Palace first, sit down and talk slowly!"
Before he finished speaking, ripples suddenly appeared in the space in front of Long Xinghan.
Colorful lights gathered out of thin air, rippling like water waves, quickly outlining a door emitting a soft halo.
At the other end of the portal is a magnificent dome with huge pillars carved with six-winged angels.
After activating the cross-border teleportation array, Long Xinghan said no more.
Holding Qian Renxue, who was completely stunned, in his arms, he walked into the light gate leisurely.
The light and shadow change, and the stars move.
Bibi Dong looked at the light door that was so close with a complicated look, and gritted her teeth as she watched her daughter and the mysterious man disappear.
She had no choice but to suppress all the resentment and humiliation in her heart, and walked in with heavy steps, following closely behind.
The next moment, the light gate closed quietly, and the sacred hall returned to silence, as if nothing had happened.
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Douluo Continent, Wuhun City, Pope's Palace.
A golden light flashed, and the figures of Long Xinghan, Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong appeared out of thin air in the center of the magnificent hall.
"Buzz——"
Qian Renxue just felt like the world was spinning.
When she came to her senses, what lingered around her nose was the all-too-familiar, solemn scent of the Pope's Palace.
The strong arm around the waist also loosened.
She staggered to her feet, then looked up suddenly, meeting Long Xinghan's smiling eyes.
"Who?"
"Your Holiness the Pope! Young Master?"
Several bishops standing in the hall were startled instantly when they saw three people appear out of nowhere.
Especially when he saw the strange men beside Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue, he felt like he was facing a formidable enemy.
The soul power exploded instantly, and several powerful auras locked onto Long Xinghan.
However, Bibi Dong just raised her hand and stopped them in a hoarse voice.
"Everyone, step back."
"But, Your Majesty..."
"Back off!"
Bibi Dong's tone left no room for doubt. Although everyone was confused and doubtful, they could only bow and leave.
But the look in his eyes when he looked at Long Xinghan was full of vigilance and hostility.
Long Xinghan didn't care about it at all. He looked around this extremely luxurious and majestic hall leisurely.
Finally, his gaze fell on the end of the hall, on the Pope's throne that symbolized the highest power on the continent, and he slowly sat on it.
He gave a warm smile to Bibi Dong, whose expression was extremely complicated.
"Well, Your Holiness."
"Now, in your home court, we can sit down and have a good talk... about my conditions."