Negotiation Scene

He didn't know where Bibi Dong went for breakfast, so Wang Jingyu could only wander around to see if he could meet her.

In the process of wandering, he met a person who was also the Pope's valet, and when he saw Wang Jingyu arrive, he dragged him toward the Pope's Palace.

"Old Zhou, why do you still have the leisure to wander around?" His Holiness is seriously injured and needs someone to take care of him. Why are you running around?

I had to take care of him for a whole night in the secret room of the Pope's Palace, and I still haven't closed my eyes yet. But here, you still have leisure and elegance to run around!

The other party kept rambling, complaining about how hard he had worked last night.

Wang Jingyu rolled his eyes angrily as the other party pulled his clothes.

Is there something wrong with this guy? 

Pulling him to take care of Qian Xun Ji?

He had always been unhappy with Qian Xunji, but now that fellow was seriously injured and couldn't move at all.

Wang Jingyu was really worried that he would not be able to bear it and kill that guy, Qian Xunji, directly.

He was pulled all the way into the secret room and saw Qian Xunji still lying half-dead on the ground, surrounded by dozens of healing Spirit masters, ranging from Spirit kings to Spirit douluos.

In order to maintain Qian Xunji's life, these guys took turns releasing healing Spirit skills to him, but even so, they could only hold his breath.

In addition to these healing Spirit masters, there were also a few young maids who wiped Qian Xunji's body with hot towels very gently.

She seems afraid that a little force will cause secondary damage to the seriously injured Pope.

Not far away, Qian Daoliu stared at his lying figure with a gloomy face; his eyes were red and bloodshot, and it was conceivable that this guy hadn't rested all night.

After all, Qian Xun Ji was the only son of Qian Daoliu; if Qian Xun Ji died like this, he would not even have a bloodline left behind.

Isn't it equivalent to cutting off his children and grandchildren? It was inevitable that his eyes would turn red.

"Xunji, you naughty son! It wouldn't have mattered if you had a bad heart, and I would not care, but you want to attack Tang Chen's apprentices' future wife?

Although she is your disciple, getting her backing is not easy. It is even a blessing that I was able to save our subordinate's life yesterday!

Qian Daoliu didn't care whether his son could hear it or not, and he reprimanded him bitterly.

Wang Jingyu sneered in his heart. "This old guy knows he's in a hurry now." Why did you go early?

This old guy should understand the reason why Qian Xunji is not a good master. 

acting like a strict father now? Hehe, it's late!

When Wang Jingyu sneered in his heart, the Pope's valet, who had dragged him into the secret room, pulled his clothes and urged him in a low voice.

"Why are you still in a daze?" Now that the Pope is in your care, I'll go back and have a good rest. I haven't slept all night. "I'm so sleepy."

Wang Jingyu pouted, asking him to take care of the sand sculpture, Qian Xun Ji. Cut, dreaming?

But the Pope's valet in front of him would better leave quickly; after all, he knew the face he transformed into with the Thousand Illusion Mask.

"Okay, okay, leave it to me; I will take care of your majesty; we have worked together for so long; don't you know Zhou?"

Wang Jingyu waved impatiently and urged the other party to leave.

"Then I'll go first; I didn't sleep last night; I was exhausted."

The pope's valet showed joy in his eyes, stretched his waist, and hurriedly left the secret room.

Wang Jingyu watched from the sidelines. Anyway, there were so many people around that it can be said that one more of him is not too many, and one less of him is quite a lot.

There are people in every world who like to flirt, especially now that Qian Xunji is seriously injured.

There will definitely be people who want to take this opportunity to flatter Qian Daoliu; for example, those maids—it was not their job to take care of Qian Xun Ji.

But they did it more attentively than anyone else; they just wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to rise to the top, but Wang Jingyu also liked the result.

Doesn't it just make him happy to not be able to take care of the poor guy with his own hands?

While Wang Jingyu was watching coldly, a person suddenly ran in from the secret room and bowed to Qian Daoliu.

"Great offering, the Saint asked to see you."

Qian Daoliu frowned and looked at his subordinate coldly.

"What is she doing here?" Is she here to see my son's joke? You go out and tell her that the old man is not here.

The subordinate nodded respectfully and was about to turn around and leave, but Qian Daoliu immediately changed his mind.

"Let her wait for me in the hall of worship, just as I also have something to tell her!"

"Obey!" 

The subordinate immediately turned and left.

Qian Daoliu looked at Qian Xunji with a dark complexion and sighed helplessly.

"Son, even though you don't want to be her father in every way, that girl, Bibi Dong, is after all the successor you trained yourself."

Now that you are deeply injured, even if you can survive, it may be difficult for you to be the Pope.

Just let that child take your place as pope temporarily, and let her truly inherit the position of the pope when she reaches the strength of title douluo.

Seeing Qian Xunji's pale face, Qian Daoliu left the secret room with a complicated expression and rushed towards the worship hall.

After Qian Daoliu left, Wang Jingyu saw that everyone was concentrating on treating Qian Xunji, and no one seemed to notice him.

This is just right so that no one will see him when he leaves.

A faint smile appeared on the corner of Wang Jingyu's mouth. 

Using the peak-level concealment technique, his figure disappeared from the dark secret room.

He wanted to check the content of the negotiation between Qian Daoliu and Bibi Dong, but of course, it was impossible to follow him directly to the offering hall.

After all, Qian Daoliu is strong, and his ability to control the field has reached its peak.

Wang Jingyu didn't have the confidence to use the concealment technique to hide from a Limit Douluo like Qian Daoliu, so he planned to go to Bibi Dong's boudoir and open the sky eye placed on her body.

After arriving at Bibi Dong's boudoir, Wang Jingyu activated the function of the sky eye placed on her body as he had planned.

Immediately, a 3D projection scene of Qian Daoliu negotiating with Bibi Dong appeared in the worship hall.

He saw Qian Daoliu with his hands behind his back, standing under a huge seraph statue, looking at Bibi Dong with majestic eyes.

Even though Bibi Dong is currently weak, she looked neither humble nor overbearing and spoke to Qian Daoliu bluntly.

"Great priest, my purpose for meeting you should already be clear: I want to replace the teacher and become the new pope!

I know that to become Pope, the strength must reach the level of Titled Douluo. And my current strength is still weak, and it would be difficult to convince the public, but I still want to become Pope in advance!

"Hmph!  "Do you know who you are talking to right now and what you are talking about?"

Qian Daoliu was amused by Bibi Dong's remarks, but he didn't understand where she got the courage to say that she wanted to become Pope.

Even though he had already planned to grant Bibi Dong the right to act as interim pope from today.

But seeing that she was so urgent, made him a little unhappy...