Bibi Dong's journey ultimately ended on the trial bench.
She didn't look at anyone.
They didn't look at Tang San, whose face was ashen, nor at Yu Xiaogang, who looked utterly dejected.
From the moment she appeared, her gaze remained fixed on that figure, who was covered in wounds but still stood ramrod straight.
She looked at Ning Lin's face, and in his deep, star-like eyes, a trace of confusion, a trace of reminiscence, a trace of pain, and a trace of... ecstasy flashed.
Time seemed to stand still at that moment.
Under the gaze of tens of thousands of eyes, the reigning empress was lost in thought for a long time.
suddenly.
She moved.
She rushed over like a madwoman, disregarding everything.
Amidst everyone's astonished gazes, she hugged Ning Lin tightly, stood on tiptoe, and kissed his lips with all her might!
Domineering, yet passionate.
After a long while, their lips parted.
However, before everyone could recover from this shocking scene...
Snap!
A crisp slap echoed throughout the room.
Bibi Dong raised her hand.
Her eyes instantly reddened.
"You're still alive, so why haven't you come looking for me all these years?!"
The entire room fell silent.
If Bibi Dong's appearance was like a thunderclap out of nowhere...
So when she publicly kissed Ning Lin, it was a complete upheaval.
The kiss was followed by a slap and a chilling question, which completely shut everyone down.
Tens of thousands of people in the square stared wide-eyed, their expressions frozen, as if they had been collectively petrified.
What... what's going on?
The Pope of the Spirit Hall, the most powerful woman on the continent, and a prisoner about to be executed...
What exactly is their relationship?!
The deafening shouts of battle that had just been deafening were now completely silent; you could hear a pin drop.
Everyone pricked up their ears and held their breath, afraid of missing a single word or detail.
This melon is huge!
It was bigger than anyone could have imagined!
...
Below the high platform.
Tang San's expression was beyond just looking ugly.
It was a dark, ghastly blue color.
He stared intently at the two men on the judge's bench, his fists clenched so tightly in his sleeves that they cracked, his knuckles turning white from the force.
The plans are completely ruined!
His meticulously planned trial, his perfectly crafted public opinion...
The moment Bibi Dong appeared, she became a joke.
What kind of monster is Ning Lin?
Not only have they repeatedly ruined his plans, but now they've even dragged Bibi Dong into it!
"teacher..."
Tang San turned his head to look at Yu Xiaogang beside him, his voice hoarse.
He wanted to find an answer.
However, what he saw was a face paler than a dead person.
Yu Xiaogang's body was trembling violently and uncontrollably.
His eyes were glazed over, fixed on Bibi Dong, his lips trembling, but he couldn't utter a sound.
envy?
anger?
Or...despair?
Countless emotions surged within him, threatening to tear him apart.
The woman he loved and hated his whole life.
The woman he thought always had him in her heart.
At this moment, however, she has traveled thousands of miles to this place for another man.
He even gave her such a passionate and affectionate kiss in front of the whole world.
Yu Xiaogang felt as if his heart was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, the pain making it hard to breathe.
He lost.
They suffered a crushing defeat.
...
The Shrek students were already dumbfounded.
Dai Mubai swallowed subconsciously and murmured, "I...I didn't see wrong, did I? The Pope...kissed Ning Lin?"
Ma Hongjun's expression was the most exaggerated.
Such a beautiful woman...
She actually threw herself at Ning Lin?!
The jealousy in his eyes surged even more intensely.
Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing exchanged a glance, both seeing shock and confusion in each other's eyes.
What they care more about is the political significance behind this event.
The Man of the Spirit Hall Pope...
This identity is enough to shake the entire continent!
...
On the seats of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
Ning Fengzhi's hand holding the teacup trembled slightly.
A drop of scalding tea splashed out and landed on the back of his hand, but he was completely unaware of it.
His eyes, which seemed to see through everything, gleamed with a sharp light, and his mind was racing.
No wonder...
No wonder Bibi Dong suddenly changed her mind and let the three upper sects go back to Wuhun City.
No wonder Ning Lin's strength increased greatly after returning from the Spirit Hall, and he even became the Lord of Heaven Dou City.
So that's where the problem lies!
Ning Lin is actually Bibi Dong's man!
This secret was hidden far too well!
He glanced at Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo beside him, whose expressions were equally solemn, slowly put down his teacup, and let out a barely audible sigh.
This game is getting more and more complicated.
...
The scene returns to the judge's bench.
Faced with Bibi Dong's reddened eyes, filled with endless grievance and anger, Ning Lin remained silent.
Let the show begin!
He raised his hand, wanting to touch the face he had longed for, but stopped in mid-air and finally let it fall limply.
He turned his head slightly to avoid her gaze, his voice hoarse as if two pieces of sandpaper were rubbing together.
"If possible..."
"I really wish you had always thought I was dead."
Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong was visibly shaken.
The anger in her eyes was instantly replaced by immense confusion and pain.
"Why?"
Her voice was trembling.
"Do you know, I thought you were dead! I did it for you... for you..."
Her words caught in her throat, and she couldn't continue.
Ning Lin slowly shook his head, a bitter smile appearing on his face.
He turned around, met Bibi Dong's gaze, and began to speak, word by word.
"That night, Qian Xunji's six-winged angel martial spirit almost destroyed my soul and spirit."
"It was the Phoenix's Undying Flame, its final gift, that allowed me to be reborn from the ashes in my desperate situation."
A hint of relief at surviving a calamity flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes.
But Ning Lin's next words plunged her into an icy abyss.
"But..."
"The price of rebirth is that my physical constitution, my talent, everything I have is completely ruined."
Ning Lin chuckled self-deprecatingly, slowly raised his hand, and his soul power rippled around him.
Yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black.
Six spirit rings pulsed around him.
"Look."
More than ten years have passed.
"For more than ten years, I have tried my best, but I am only a mere level 69 Soul Emperor."
"A…good-for-nothing."
He spoke the last two words very softly, yet they struck Bibi Dong's heart like two heavy hammers.
And what about you?
Ning Lin looked at her, his eyes filled with love, pain, and a deep-seated inferiority complex.
"You became the Pope of the Spirit Hall, a level 99 Peerless Douluo, the most honored woman on this continent, and stood at the peak that everyone had to look up to."
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