Chapter 231 230. The Weight of Godhood (I)

Everything in the divine world has nothing to do with the human world.

How Rakshasa God arranges Bibi Dong.

It was neither within the influence of Bibi Dong nor Qian Renxue. Only Ye Qingcang could sense a few traces.

Just like Bibi Dong’s physical condition at the moment.

Can deceive Qian Renxue.

Can deceive the moon and ghosts.

But Ye Qingcang couldn't hide it.

"Who do you think you are?" Qian Renxue was very dissatisfied with Bibi Dong's tone. She sneered, raised her hand, and grabbed Ye Qingcang's arm without any hesitation: "Don't listen to her. Didn't she just say that you are not from the Spirit Hall... Since you are not from the Spirit Hall, what right does she have to order you around? Am I right, mother?"

Bibi Dong clenched her hand around the scepter suddenly.

The breath that Yueguan and Guimei had just let out was immediately stuck in their throats.

Hu Liena was also in a dilemma.

On one hand, there is Qian Renxue, the senior sister who really treats her like a sister; on the other hand, there is Ye Qingcang, the young man she fell in love with at first sight; and the last one is Bibi Dong, her master, who usually treats her better than her daughter Qian Renxue.

Yue Guan and Gui Mei didn't speak because they didn't dare to, and she didn't speak because she really didn't know who to stand on or who to speak for.

However, Ye Qingcang's emotional intelligence is online.

He held the back of Qian Renxue's hand and shook his head slightly.

Then, he turned around and gave Hu Liena a look that said, "Leave it to me."

Seeing that Hu Liena understood, he looked at Bibi Dong.

Push away Qian Renxue's weakened little hand.

He walked to Bibi Dong's side, raised his hand to show politeness, and said in a gentle tone: "I believe that His Holiness the Pope will not do anything to me, right?"

"Are you so confident?"

Bibi Dong looked back, feeling the comfort of her body, as well as the resonance between the Rakshasa power in her body and the Shura power in the body of Ye Qingcang, the Shura examiner. The two thoughts repeatedly conflicted in her mind.

"Maybe... because I believe in you." Ye Qingcang and Bibi Dong talked as they walked away from the hall, taking away the tense atmosphere. "Besides, all my confidence is based on my strength. I believe you won't kill me."

"So you think you can defeat me?"

"Or are you betting that I won't kill you?"

"Is there no chance of that happening?"

"You probably aren't a gambler, because I am the same."

Bibi Dong also talked as she walked.

Before I knew it, I had arrived at a corridor.

The Tiandou Empire had always been wealthy, and the princes and nobles in the empire took pride in their extravagance. The palace where the lord of the Tiandou Empire lived naturally continued this style. Although it was just a corridor, it was full of luxury expressed in the Western modern style.

However, neither Ye Qingcang nor Bibi Dong cared about these.

Including the name of this corridor.

Maybe it sounds good, maybe it sounds bad.

But it is now just a corridor of luxury. It is an object built under the power.

Obviously, power can also create other works of art that are consistent or different from it, so this corridor has no value.

"Gambling is different from gambling. Just like in the general concept of gambling, playing mahjong can be called gambling, playing poker can also be called gambling... and gambling with one's life is also called gambling." Ye Qingcang didn't mind being regarded as a gambler, but he had never been a pure gambler. A pure gambler would dare to bet his principal or even his life even if there was a 1% chance of winning. As for Ye Qingcang, he would only leave when the winning rate reached more than 90%: "If you ask me if there is a chance, then my answer is: there must be; there are fifty great ways, forty-nine heavenly derivatives, and one escaped, there is uncertainty in everything; but, not only do I think you can't defeat me, I also think... even if I don't resist, you won't kill me."

“You are so confident!” Bibi Dong sneered in an ambiguous tone. Her tone was mocking, but also meant to acquiesce: “You must want to say that I am a vicious woman…”

"No, no, no, I didn't say that." Ye Qingcang waved his hands repeatedly to prevent Bibi Dong from putting the blame on him for no reason: "Don't advise others to be kind without experiencing their suffering. If I were to be fucked, believe me, I would act even crazier than you."

After saying that, he quickly changed the subject.

After all, you can't poke at other people's pain points.

Just click on it.

There's no need to provoke others to the point of anger.

"Let's get back to the topic. I think your previous proposal is very good."

"No matter how close we are, I am indeed a threat."

"In a good feudal rule, all power should be in the hands of one person. This is not a question of whether I am a threat to you or not, but rather: you know, I have the power to threaten you!"

"Defenses can not do without."

"Any normal person would do that."

"You seem to have confused your enemy, though."

"In front of us, there is also Seagod Tang San, that is, Tang San from another world ten thousand years later. Even besides Seagod Tang San, there are also War God Dai Mubai, Speed ​​God Zhu Zhuqing, Food God Oscar, Nine-Colored Goddess Ning Rongrong, etc., the original Shrek Seven Devils."

"That is the so-called Seven Gods."

"The enemy is at hand."

"Your Holiness, you don't want to do something that will please your enemies and hurt your loved ones, right?"

"Your Holiness, you don't want your daughter to become an enemy of you, do you?"

"Your Holiness, you don't want your apprentice to be disappointed in you, do you?"

"Your Holiness, you don't want to succumb to the threat of the Rakshasa God, do you?"

Ye Qingcang's four logically clear moves made Bibi Dong so angry that she trembled.

While saying that he didn't want to, he asked her to think about it.

I'm thinking about your grandma's legs!
But the reality is so fucked!
She really didn't have the courage to overturn the table!

Because she couldn't bear the consequences of overturning the table.

However, Ye Qingcang knew when to stop and did not continue to remind Bibi Dong in this strange way, mainly because he was afraid that if he continued to remind her, Bibi Dong would drag him to self-destruct. For a sentimental woman, there was nothing she could not do. It was impossible for him to be in trouble. No matter how weak a third-level god was, he was not someone that some Extreme Douluo or High Priest could provoke. But if the Spirit Hall, an ally, collapsed, it would really be more trouble than gain. "I am not saying this to threaten you, but it is these reasons that make me sure that you dare not kill me. Therefore, you don't need to be so wary of me. I will not threaten you with your Ninth Test. If you don't mind, I can temporarily help you suppress your body senses so that you can talk to me comfortably."

"If you don't like bragging, it means you were evasive in your words just now." Bibi Dong was very clear about the characteristics of Shura's power. She didn't know if there were other characteristics, but Shura's power could really calm the Rakshasa power that was causing trouble in her body. "Those reasons are secondary. You are sure that the fundamental reason why I dare not kill you is because you are stronger than me, right?"

Ye Qingcang smiled and didn't answer.

But sometimes, not answering is a yes.

(End of this chapter)