"Old ghost, why don't you stop me?"

Ju Douluo stared at Gui Douluo with dissatisfaction.

However, Gui Douluo didn't even look at him, completely ignoring him.

He punched the cotton, and Ju Douluo looked depressed, so he had to turn his head and look at Han Haotian with a threatening expression.

"Don't worry, I won't tell you this, but I also have a small request to need your help."

Han Haotian ignored Ju Douluo's threat and said with a faint smile.

"What are you doing?"

"I like tea, so I want you to find some good tea for me."

"That's it?"

Ju Douluo looked surprised. He thought Han Haotian had something difficult to ask him to help, but he didn't expect that. He immediately expressed his opinion, "This is packed on me, and this is the one I don't like to drink the most."

"Wine is a man's romance."

Han Haotian looked at Ju Douluo and slowly shook his head, "I really didn't see this."

“Hahahaha~~~”

Gui Douluo looked at his old friend's expression that became abnormal and made an extremely happy laugh.

Because Ju Douluo was influenced by martial soul, she really couldn't see any masculinity on her body, which was also what he had always been angry about.

"Boy, hand me the recipe for your brewing, otherwise don't blame me for being rude."

He glared at Gui Douluo fiercely, Ju Douluo's fierce gaze hit Han Haotian.

He looked like Han Haotian didn't hand over, so he was about to snatch it.

"Okay, no problem." Unexpectedly, Han Haotian agreed without hesitation, and immediately confused himself.

He took out a piece of paper, and a sound fell when he heard it. Han Haotian handed a piece of paper full of words to Ju Douluo.

"Give it, just go back and do this method."

I took a look and found that it was indeed the recipe for brewing wine.

Although he was holding the wine-making recipe, Ju Douluo still felt a little incredible, as if it was too easy and unreal.

"You gave it that simple?"

"Otherwise? This is not something particularly precious."

"It's not precious yet? You kid don't know the value contained here, right? I can tell you clearly that there is wealth that you can't use in your life."

Ju Douluo looked solemn and said with a serious look on his face, "Are you sure you gave it to me like this?"

"What about that?"

"Are you sure?"

"Do you want it? I don't want it. You said that you are a titled Douluo, how can you still be so mother-in-law?"

He really couldn't stand Ju Douluo's repeated questions, and Han Haotian reached out to take them back on the spot.

"Then forget it." Ju Douluo flipped his hand and put it directly into his soul guide.

"In the future, you will be my friend of Juhuaguan. If anyone bullies you in the future, I will ask me for help. If I can't solve it, I will call Lao Gui together."

"Don't get me involved in your affairs." Unexpectedly, Gui Douluo said without giving him any face.

"Old ghost, you..."

“…………”

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night.

The moon is like a hook, hanging high above the nine heavens.

Three figures passed through the layers of the temples of the Martial Soul Hall and quickly headed towards the depths.

"Old Ju, where are you going to take me? Is the Pope's Palace so close to the inside?"

Seeing as he became deeper and deeper, Han Haotian couldn't help but ask questions.

"Who said he wanted to take you to the Pope's House? It's not a place you can go. Don't ask, just follow us."

After saying that, he ignored Han Haotian's confusion and continued to go deeper.

Until the deepest stops in front of an aerial loft built on a boulder.

"Get in, Mianxia is waiting for you inside."

After saying that, Ju Douluo and Gui Douluo left without looking back.

Pope Building.

The three eye-catching words directly tell Han Haotian where he has come.

It is the Pope Building that is exclusive to the Pope's rest.

The moon is like a hook, and I go to the Pope's building alone!

After stepping forward, step by step, and after passing through the ninety-nine steps, Han Haotian stood in front of the door of the Pope Building.

He took out the food box he had specially prepared from the soul guide, and Han Haotian reached out and pushed open the door of the attic.

The eyes were not as good as Pope Bibidong as he imagined, nor were there any layers of golden glory, nor even a trace of light.

The dark loft gives people a sense of darkness and depression.

In the center of the attic is a staircase leading directly to the upper level.

After climbing, you can reach the peak with just sixty-six steps.

When I stepped on the last step, the sides of the corridor suddenly lit up, and lamp posts lit up in the wind.

The light swayed, dragging Han Haotian's back into infinite height and distance.

"Why is the place where the pope lives so strange and dark?" Han Haotian was a little puzzled.

"Could it be that the inheritance of the Rakshasa God has been in the late stage?"

"Will she do it directly?"

All kinds of speculations lingered in Han Haotian's heart.

But this did not affect his firm pace.

Finally, when he finished walking the passage, Han Haotian came to a vast open-air tower, and a figure was looking into the distance beside the tower.

As he approached, Han Haotian also saw the figure's back.

He is not tall, and a purple-black dress is dragged from head to toe to the ground. Just standing there gives people a mysterious and powerful feeling, making people unable to help but feel worshipping and surrendering.

"See the Pope's Coronation."

Putting the food box on the ground beside him, Han Haotian bowed slightly and said.

"Han Haotian?"

Bibidong's majestic and beautiful voice sounded faintly, and her voice contained a hint of irresistible power. Most people couldn't help but kneel on the ground when they heard her question.

"You are the pope of the Spirit Hall, right?"

Han Haotian looked at Bibidong's back with calm eyes, "Xue'er's mother? My future mother-in-law."

"Mother-in-law? Can you afford it?"

Bibidong still had no intention of turning around, and his tone was a little cold.

At this moment, Han Haotian even saw two terrifying spiders staring at him fiercely, as if he was about to take action to kill him at any time.

"Although I'm not talented, I can still afford it."

He ignored the gazes of the two big spiders, and Han Haotian's expression remained unchanged.

Silence, there was no noise on the terrace of only two people, only the sound of the wind blowing.

The two were as if they were invisible.

Bibidong still looked into the distance, and Han Haotian was still standing straight.

"The courage is commendable. Are you willing to join our Spirit Hall?"

Bibidong turned around and said slowly.

At this time, Han Haotian also saw the whole picture of Bibidong.

Her fair skin and almost perfect face make her look so unique. Especially the unique noble temperament that she reveals on her body makes people unable to help worship her and willingly drive her.

Time has left no trace on her. All the beautiful words such as nobility, elegance, and tranquility seem to be tailor-made for this woman.

Compared with Qian Renxue, Bibidong is more like her sister than her mother.
Chapter completed!