Although she said this, her mind had been shaken, her delicate body trembled slightly, the blush on her cheeks became more obvious, and her heart was in extreme struggle, as if being pulled by some force.
Tang San looked at Qian Renxue's back, a mysterious smile on his lips. His voice was low and full of temptation: "I believe that you will like me more and more in the future, Xue'er."
Qian Renxue felt even more conflicted when she heard Tang San's words. She tightly grasped the Holy Angel Sword, and the light on the sword flickered slightly, as if responding to her emotions.
"Could it be, could it be that Tang San is really willing to let me be his woman?" Qian Renxue asked silently in her heart, with a hint of confusion in her eyes. "If so, then wouldn't I be able to enjoy it... No, I can't be fooled so easily. Just a month ago, he clearly wanted to kill me."
Her thoughts went back to the battle a month ago. Tang San's coldness and ruthlessness still frightened her. However, at this moment, Tang San showed a completely different side. His gentleness and domineering attitude made her irresistible.
There was a hint of confusion in Qian Renxue's eyes, as if she was immersed in some memories.
Tang San looked at Qian Renxue's actions, a hint of pride flashed in his eyes, and at this moment, his mind was suddenly attracted by an extremely evil and cold aura.
The breath was like a Rakshasa in the dark night, cold and gloomy, carrying the meaning of endless destruction and death.
Tang San's body trembled suddenly, his eyes became serious, he quickly retracted the Dinghai Shenzhen, tied the Twenty-Four Bridges Moonlight Night Belt, and thought to himself.
"This is... Bibi Dong? Has she become a god too?"
Tang San calculated quickly in his mind. Although his strength has been improved now and is enough to deal with an angel Qian Renxue, he has no confidence that he can withstand it if the two gods Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong join forces.
His eyes fell on Qian Renxue's sexy back again, her golden gauze skirt fluttering gently in the wind, her slenderAppearing and disappearing.
A complex emotion surged in Tang San's heart. He knew that Qian Renxue had been shaken, but she was still struggling in her heart.
In order to stop the mother and daughter from joining forces, he must act quickly.
An evil smile appeared on Tang San's lips, and he thought to himself, "Now that Qian Renxue has wavered, in order to prevent them from joining forces, I must capture Bibi Dong as soon as possible. Once I capture Bibi Dong, it will only take a few minutes to deal with this angel girl."
Thinking of this, Tang San's mood became relaxed again. He untied the divine barrier, then slowly came behind Qian Renxue, gently stroked her waist, and said: "Xue'er, I am sincere to you. You'd better practice the Kun character technique with me quickly, otherwise... when I become your father, it will not be good."
"You...what did you say? What do you mean?"
Qian Renxue bit her red lips. She didn't understand what Tang San meant, but Tang San's soft big hands made her feel very comfortable.
Tang San smiled mysteriously, then slowly withdrew his hand from Qian Renxue's holy body. Then, ignoring the latter's slightly red face, he instantly turned into a stream of light and flew towards the direction of the evil aura.
That's right, he knew in his heart that interrupting her appropriately at the critical moment would make her like her even more.
Then next time, it will be a sure thing.
Tang San's speed was extremely fast, like a flash of lightning that streaked across the sky, and he disappeared into the horizon in an instant. His target was exactly the location of the Pope's Palace in Wuhun City.
As he approached, the evil aura grew stronger, as if the entire world was shrouded in that cold power.
Tang San's eyes swept across the ground below, and saw that the bodies of a large number of dead soldiers on the battlefield were gradually disappearing, as if they were swallowed by some force.
In the sky, a huge purple magic circle slowly rotated, emitting a heart-pounding deathly aura.
"It seems that Bibi Dong relied on this evil magic circle to become a god."
Tang San muttered to himself, holding the Seagod Trident tightly in his hand, a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes, and he thought to himself: "Then the throne she inherited should be the Rakshasa God who is opposed to the Shura God. However, it doesn't matter. At this age,People, their hearts must be very that kind of thing, as long as she sees my current appearance, she will definitely lose control."
Thinking of this, Tang San's face once again showed an evil smile, and he whispered: "Besides, such a high-handed woman like this might have some... In this way, it will be easier to deal with."
As he planned in his mind, Tang San's figure quickly descended outside the Pope's Palace in Wuhun City. Before his footsteps landed on the ground, the Seagod Trident in his hand had already been swung. The golden light of the Seagod's Thirteen Tridents swept out like a torrent, instantly defeating dozens of Soul Saints guarding outside the palace.
Those Soul Saints didn't even have time to scream before they were blown away by this powerful force, fell heavily to the ground, and lost consciousness.
Tang San licked his lips lightly, his eyes showing no mercy. He had only one goal tonight, which was to do something to Bibi Dong and talk about it later.
He strode into the Pope's Palace. The air in the palace seemed to freeze instantly, and an oppressive atmosphere filled the air.
Tang San's eyes swept through the hall, and he saw Bibi Dong sitting on the Pope's throne. She was tall and straight, wearing a gorgeous yellow armor inlaid with golden patterns, emitting a dazzling light.Slender and elegantly put together, it looks noble and inviolable.
Her face was delicate and cold, and her golden eyes revealed majesty and indifference, as if everything was under her control.
Beside Bibi Dong, Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo have also been resurrected. Their aura is stronger than before. Obviously, with the help of Bibi Dong, their strength has been greatly improved.
Ju Douluo was still wearing a purple robe with a sinister smile on his face, while Ghost Douluo was wearing a black cloak, his figure looming, as if he would disappear into the air at any time.
"What? It's Tang San? He actually broke into the Pope's Palace?"
The voice of Golden Crocodile Douluo came from the hall. He turned around suddenly and looked at Tang San. A huge crocodile shadow appeared behind him, emitting a violent aura.
Guangling Douluo also reacted quickly. He held a silver longbow in his hand with an arrow already on the string, ready to be shot at any time.
"Where is the young master? Didn't he go to look for Tang San?" The Demon-Subduing Douluo was also puzzled by Tang San's appearance. He scanned the hall, trying to find Qian Renxue, but found nothing.
Facing the shocked looks of these worshippers, Tang San paid no attention. After all, he had become the Sea God and no longer took these so-called worshippers seriously.