This was undoubtedly Yan's true feelings. Ling Bai even felt that this tough guy who had been broken three ribs during training had never said a word. At this time, tears were rolling in his eyes, and he just looked up and forced to stop it from sliding down.

Ling Bai sighed lightly, "I'm sorry, Yan. The relationship is so unreasonable. I can only say that you and Nana are destined to be together."

"I'm not convinced!"

Yan seemed to have been touched by the reverse scale, and his red eyes were filled with blood.

"Tell me why!

Are you the adopted son of the Pope?

As for you, the Holy Son of the Martial Spirit Hall?

Or are you the future pope?”

After asking three questions, Yan almost roared in the end, and the loud roar even caused a burst of echoes.

"Because of the insurmountable gap in identity, do I have to give up my love..."

Finally, he could no longer hold it back, and the hot tears burst out from his eyes, smashing on the ground and bursting with tears.

"His Son..."

A question came, and it was the guards who heard Yan's roar.

"Go down, it's okay."

Ling Bai waved his hand and signaled the guards to leave. Yan might be a little impulsive, but he was definitely not an idiot and would not do stupid things like attacking the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall.

"Affect the order."

The guards retreated like a tide, leaving private space for Ling Bai and the others.

Looking at Yan, who looked extremely excited, Ling Bai suddenly sighed a little. It turned out that before he knew it, he had become an obstacle to other people's feelings.

"Ling Bai, can you promise me something..." Yan cleaned up his mood and changed into a serious face.

"You won't let me treat Nana well in the future, right?" Ling Bai joked, but it seemed that the effect was a little cold, and Yan's expression was still so serious.

"If you win, I promise that you will not have any inappropriate thoughts about Nana from now on, but if I win, I hope you will give Nana to me. You are the Holy Son of the Spirit Palace, and there will be no shortage of women in the future..."

"no."

Ling Bai refused, not even thinking.

"Although the words are a bit old-fashioned, I still want to say that love is a two-way attraction between two people. It is not that I will give Nana to you, and you will be together smoothly. Whether you can beat you or not, I will always be with you in a fight, but instead of fighting with me to decide on Nana's belonging, it is better to pursue her with all my heart when I leave the Spirit Hall. Let's come here today, go back and calm down."

He patted Yan's thick and powerful shoulders, turned around and walked into the hall.

"No!"

Yan roared loudly, quickly stepped forward to block Ling Bai's way, and said persistently:

"I know Nana. Don't look at her charming and affectionate appearance. In fact, what she believes has never changed. If you don't give way, I will definitely have no chance..."

"How about this!" A glimmer flashed in Yan's eyes.

"When you reach the same level as me, we will fight again. If you win, the conditions will remain unchanged. If I win, you will never accept Nana. Is that okay?"

"I refuse..."

Ling Bai wanted to refuse, and even the last word had been brewed in his throat.

"Please, His Highness, the Holy Son! Just treat it... to lose my thoughts..."

Yan lowered his head, which had always been proud and raised, and clenched his fists tightly, with vague blue veins rising from it.

For Hu Liena, he shouted out the four words he was most reluctant to say, and it was also a nightmare in his heart: His Highness the Holy Son.

"Okay...you go."

"Thanks."

Yan said thank you, hurriedly left, disappearing into the night.

Ling Bai stood at the gate of the hall for a long time and sighed quietly: "If this is included in some novels, I will be the villain who confuses the heroine and oppresses the hero. In the final ending, I will definitely be kicked to death by the righteous hero and then crushed my bones and ashes."

"Whoever dares to touch you, I will let him die without a burial place."

A cold and noble female voice came, and then a moving light purple figure appeared in front of Ling Bai.

"teacher."

Ling Bai smiled bitterly, what kind of wind was going tonight? Even Bibidong, who had always been busy, was blown.

"Yan is quite tactful, and he is excited and does not speak out to you. Otherwise, there would be only two people in the Golden Generation of the Wuhun Palace tomorrow."

Bibidong's tone was indifferent and did not take Yan's life seriously. She had been listening to it for a long time just now, but with the strength of Ling Bai and Yan, she didn't notice each other.

"Forehead……"

Ling Bai was a little ashamed. What a good guy, Yan walked away from the gate of hell without realizing it. I have to say that he was so lucky.

"It's not a problem to stand at the door, teacher, let's go in and talk."

"Um."

In the Hall of the Son, Ling Bai and Bibidong sat opposite each other. Only then did Ling Bai notice that Bibidong was not wearing noble Pope's clothes, but wearing a lilac and embroidered with golden silk patterns, which outlined her slender and delicate figure to the fullest. Her long purple hair like a waterfall drooped down to her waist, covering up the pontiff's majesty and adding a little softness to a woman.

Bibi Dong was the first to open the conversation, "Xiaobai, we... rarely sit face to face and chat like this."

"yes."

Ling Bai smiled slightly, "Over the years, there have been seven worships and oppressions in Douluo Hall outside, and eight elders in the Pope Hall inside, and the teachers are weak in getting rid of internal and external troubles. Compared with them, the children's love affair is too unremarkable."

After hearing this, Bibidong couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. A soft look appeared in his phoenix eyes. If outsiders saw it, they would probably be shocked.

The Pope's crown, who has always been famous for his iron-blooded skills, has such a gentle side.

After a long time, Bibidong sighed: "You have always been so sensible, but sometimes, I hope you are like an ordinary child, crying, making trouble, and asking me for everything I like..."

"But I can't cause trouble for the teacher anymore."

Bibidong's eyes reflected Ling Bai's green but handsome face, and he felt that the broken moonlight seemed to pour into his eyes, bright and clear.

"Forget it, we won't talk about this today."

Bibidong lowered her head. Since inheriting the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, her temperament has begun to become gloomy and irritable. Yan was almost killed by her palm several times just now, but as long as she faces Ling Bai, her mind will involuntarily calm down.

"You will set off for the Seven Treasures Glazed Pieces Sect tomorrow morning. I have a few things to hand over to you."

"Okay teacher."

Ling Bai was a little expectant. Could it be a treasure like a phoenix jade pendant?

A purple light flashed, and two golden cards appeared in Ling Bai's vision.

Bibidong's voice came at the right time: "This is a gold card used in the mainland. Each one has a million gold soul coins. This is what Yueguan and Guimei asked me to give it to you. They didn't come to send you because they went to the Xingluo Empire to perform a mission. The two of them said this. Money is not omnipotent, but it is absolutely impossible to have no money..."

At the end of his speech, even Bibi Dong couldn't help laughing, and Ling Bai's mouth twitched even more.

Yes, this wave is very anal.

"I will thank Grandpa Ju and Grandpa Gui for meeting next time." Ling Bai put away two gold cards.

"Since even Hu Liena gave you a farewell gift, I, a teacher, can't be worse than her."

After the words came, a red light that was so rich that it was almost formed in the essence suddenly appeared in the Holy Son Hall. Looking at the red object that was both strange and familiar in Bibidong's hand, Ling Bai widened his eyes, his shocked expression.

It is strange because he has seen it only once, and it is familiar because he has seen it once and will never forget it.
Chapter completed!