naruto-story Chapter 65 Chrysanthemum Douluo: Is this something I could possibly know?
Chapter 65 Chrysanthemum Douluo: Is this something I could possibly know?
Chapter 65 Chrysanthemum Douluo: Is this something I could possibly know?
In the Papal Palace of Wuhun City.
Today, the magnificent hall seemed rather empty, with only four figures visible in the distance.
Bibi Dong was still wearing that noble and elegant papal robe that accentuated her graceful figure. Her perfectly beautiful face was expressionless, and her wine-red eyes coldly looked at the three people below.
The smiling silver-haired boy, the trembling Yue Guan, and
A thousand feet of snow.
Gazing at that face that bore some resemblance to her own, but was much younger, an unnamed flame rose within Her Holiness the Pope, causing her to involuntarily tighten her grip on the scepter, her slender, fair hands revealing a few prominent veins.
Or rather, this flame began to ignite after the boy moved out, but it reached its peak at this moment when he saw them standing side by side.
The saying goes, "Things will turn into their opposites when they reach their extremes."
Extreme anger did not cause Her Holiness the Pope to lose her composure, nor did her expression change in the slightest. She simply glanced calmly at the three people, her gaze lingering on the girl's hand for a moment.
The blonde girl appeared calm, but Bibi Dong keenly noticed the slight trembling of her hands.
"Oh"
A mocking smile curved the Pope's lips, and for some reason, the anger in his heart suddenly lessened.
Her bright eyes were fixed on the silver-haired boy. "Xiao Chen, don't you have anything to explain to me?"
"besides."
She gestured with her chin toward the blonde girl.
Do you know who she is?
As soon as he finished speaking, the air in the hall seemed to freeze.
Gumbling—
Yue Guan's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, so frightened that she dared not breathe, wishing she could bury her head in her neck.
I'm going to die! ...
I'm so stupid, I did this to myself.
Why should I get involved?
"Yes, I know her. She's Qian Renxue, the granddaughter of the Grand Elder."
The boy's smile remained unchanged as he nodded and looked at the woman before him.
After a month apart, Bibi Dong's demeanor had undergone a significant change.
The barely suppressed madness and restlessness had almost completely disappeared, replaced by a noble, elegant, and peaceful demeanor.
Su Chen could already see glimpses of the future Empress of the Martial Soul Empire, the Goddess of Rakshasa.
The speed of growth is astonishing.
Perhaps Qian Daoliu's failure was because he thought he had everything under control, but he never imagined that the silly girl from back then could grow into a behemoth that he could restrain at every turn in just a few years.
But the more things are like this, the more important it is to do what we need to do now.
The boy curled the corners of his lips into a smile, looking directly into those wine-red eyes.
"Or rather, your daughter?"
boom!
As soon as he finished speaking, Yue Guan collapsed to the ground, his eyes almost bulging out of their sockets, his whole body trembling as he stared at Su Chen.
What did he hear?
daughter??
Is His Holiness the Pope's daughter Qian Renxue?
The granddaughter of the high priest?
Holy crap?!
This shocking news nearly shattered his mind; he was so dizzy and unable to process it.
"Did she tell you that?"
Bibi Dong closed her beautiful eyes, took a deep breath, and her hand holding the scepter trembled. A cold aura of death slowly emerged, freezing the already stagnant air.
Qian Renxue stared in disbelief at the smiling boy.
She didn't say that!
I was talking about my friend, my friend, not me!!
"No, Your Holiness, I guessed it myself."
Su Chen's smile gradually faded. He sighed and looked at Bibi Dong, whose aura was unstable. "This isn't hard to guess, is it?"
Click-click——
The floor cracked open amidst the ever-expanding aura, and the cracks gradually spread toward the boy.
It surged for a moment, then stopped.
"So, this past month, you are..."
She took deep breaths, suppressing her anger and pain, her eyes filled with disbelief and heartache.
"Yes, I did it on purpose."
The boy nodded.
boom!!
A burst of green light erupted, and the massive pillar instantly shattered and crumbled, sending countless bricks and stones flying everywhere, accompanied by billowing smoke.
Bibi Dong's delicate body trembled as she slowly withdrew her hand, her chest heaving violently, and an unnatural blush rising to her pretty face.
"Yue Guan, you can go out now."
She murmured.
"Your Majesty, I think..."
"roll!!!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo nodded hastily and scrambled out, giving Su Chen a "good luck" look before leaving.
I tried my best, really.
That damn brat!
Couldn't they just let me out first to talk? Is this some kind of nonsense I can listen to?!
Waaaaah, I knew today wouldn't be any good. Am I going to be silenced?
boom!
The main gate was tightly closed, leaving only three people inside the hall.
"You know perfectly well, you know perfectly well."
With Chrysanthemum Douluo gone, Bibi Dong could no longer contain herself and collapsed onto the Pope's throne.
Two lines of clear tears fell down her cheeks, and a mad flame ignited in her eyes.
Qian Renxue watched all of this with a pale face.
It was the first time she had ever seen the Pope, her nominal mother, in such a vulnerable and out-of-control state.
It was simply because Su Chen brought her here.
Does your hatred for me run that deep?
The blonde girl opened her mouth, wanting to ask a question, but couldn't utter a single word.
At that moment, all she wanted to do was turn around and run away.
"Yes, I know she's the source of your pain, your raw, bleeding wound, but, Sister Dong, do you think it's your fault?"
Su Chen sighed, slowly walked forward, and gently took Bibi Dong's hand.
Snapped!
The latter slapped him away, her bloodshot eyes fixed on the boy, her aura surging, a huge spider phantom appeared, opening its mouth full of fangs as if to devour him whole!
Dangerous warnings triggered alarms in every cell of Su Chen's body. Tian Meng in his spiritual sea was already trembling with fear, and the intense killing intent and madness almost overwhelmed him, causing his bones to creak under the strain.
Even so, the boy's expression remained unchanged.
He stubbornly took Bibi Dong's hand again.
That hand was slender and fair, smooth as cream, but it had no warmth at all, as cold as a block of ice.
"Let yourself off the hook."
The boy spoke softly.
"The victim is innocent."
The illusory image shattered like a water mirror, and the killing intent vanished instantly.
Bibi Dong was stunned.
The silver-haired boy's words echoed in his mind, like a drop of clear spring water falling into raging fire and deathly silence. Instead of evaporating, it fell firmly, slowly soaking into his already scorched and riddled heart, allowing it to slowly regenerate tender flesh and blood.
"Waaah—!"
At that moment, the endless grievances accumulated over the years surged into her heart and burst forth uncontrollably. She hugged the boy in front of her without hesitation and burst into tears.
Qian Renxue, who was about to turn and leave, was also stunned.
It wasn't just her mother's unseemly appearance; more importantly, she heard a word she had never thought of before appear in her mother's vocabulary.
victim.
(End of this chapter)