Chapter 343: I Must Kill You

"What Empress, even Chrysanthemum Elder is joining in the teasing?"

Bibi Dong shook her head and said, "I have never conferred such a title."

A strange expression flashed across Ju Douluo's face.

Everyone has gotten used to calling you by this title in private, and we've never seen you truly get angry, so does it really make a difference whether you confer it or not?

However, that was not what he wanted to say.

"Pope, he is, after all, the Guard Commander, and he is also a rare person you can completely trust. Are you really determined to give him up?" he said in a low voice.

Bibi Dong slowly closed her eyes again, unwilling to let them see the emotions in her eyes, and then slowly said, "He is, after all, a Million-Year Soul Beast. If I can obtain his Soul Ring and soul bone, then no one on this Dalu will be my match."

And... I can also become a god...

Gui Douluo had no objections: "As long as the Pope has made up her mind, then we can go and make the arrangements."

But Ju Douluo still said with some hesitation: "Your Holiness, I feel that you are... also very special toward him. Do you really not need to reconsider? This kind of thing, once done, there is no turning back..."

Bibi Dong's cheek twitched visibly, but she still kept her eyes closed and said slowly, "Perhaps it is fate. When I decided to let go of my original plan and no longer deal with him, the command of fate was thrown right before my eyes. I... have no choice..."

"Chrysanthemum Elder, Ghost Elder, you may proceed according to the plan..."

She waved her hand, and Ju Douluo and Gui Douluo disappeared on the spot.

That night.

As night fell and the galaxy shone brightly.

On the high balcony of Bibi Dong's bedchamber, Qin Jian and Bibi Dong each held a goblet, clinking them casually and drinking wine.

"Dong'er, you are a bit strange tonight."

Qin Jian suddenly put down the wine glass in his hand and looked at the Female Pope with a faint smile.

Bibi Dong's heart jolted, but she said with a calm face, "What is strange about it?"

"You have something on your mind," Qin Jian said with certainty.

Bibi Dong's heart gave a tug.

Since when had the two of them become so familiar that one expression or one gesture could reveal the other's mood?

"Is it because I am leading a team to the Star Luo Empire to suppress the Evil Soul Master organization?" Qin Jian asked.

Bibi Dong nodded and said, "Yes, I am always a bit worried."

"It will be fine..."

Qin Jian held her hand and comforted her: "I will assemble a team of at least two or three thousand, and I guarantee I will be back within seven days."

Bibi Dong did not pull her hand away; instead, she grabbed his hand back tightly, holding it firmly.

Qin Jian blinked and said, "You are really different today. You used to be very passive."

Bibi Dong closed her eyes, and after a moment, she opened them: "Qin Jian, didn't you say you brewed a very strong wine? Take it out and let's have some today."

"Didn't you say you would get drunk?" Qin Jian laughed.

Bibi Dong looked back with a smile, but for some reason, Qin Jian always felt that the smile was full of bitterness.

"I just want to get very drunk today..." she said.

"Alright then."

Qin Jian turned around and asked a Maid to go to the wine cellar and bring a few bottles of the wine he had stored a year ago.

As for brewing wine, although he didn't know how to originally, he had read too many web novels before transmigrating, so he had long since mastered the essential skill of a transmigrator; it was no problem to just distill a few bottles.

"Is this the wine you distilled?"

Bibi Dong took a bottle directly, poured it into a goblet, and drank half the glass in one gulp...

"Uh, even if you are a Title Douluo, you shouldn't drink this wine like that..."

Qin Jian felt ashamed.

"Why can't I..."

Bibi Dong had not yet felt anything unusual, only thinking it was spicier than the wine she usually drank, but it was exceptionally smooth; a wave of warmth rose instantly in her stomach, feeling very comfortable and soothing.

"Good wine!"

Her eyes lit up, and she poured the remaining half of the glass into her mouth as well.

Qin Jian: "..."

"Another bottle!"

One bottle was only enough for three of her goblet servings, and Qin Jian watched her drink like that, his expression one of pure awe.

"Ugh... a bit dizzy..."

She suddenly put down the wine glass, reached out to cover her forehead, and her body even swayed.

Qin Jian hurriedly held her and steadied her: "Are you alright?"

"I'm... fine..."

Surprisingly, Bibi Dong did not dodge from his embrace; she actually leaned against him, looking down at Wuhun City with a faint gaze.

"Qin Jian... what... do you think of the Rakshasa God?"

She suddenly said this.

Qin Jian was subconsciously startled, then blurted out: "Of course I hate the Rakshasa God. I heard it has a green face and fangs, which is very off-putting, you know!"

"Hmm? A green face and fangs?"

Bibi Dong frowned.

"Uh..."

After saying it, Qin Jian finally remembered that Bibi Dong seemed to have inherited the Rakshasa God Position, so saying it like that didn't seem very good.

"Actually... um... it's alright, after all, it is also a Godhood," he said quite reluctantly.

Bibi Dong couldn't help but pat his chest and said, "If you hate it, you hate it; why bother saying it so reluctantly."

Qin Jian scratched his head a little: "You are really very different today compared to usual; did you drink too much?"

She was so thin-skinned that she would never take the initiative to do anything intimate, yet tonight she had taken the initiative to hold his hand, leaned into his embrace, and even patted his chest in a coquettish manner; such a Bibi Dong was something Qin Jian had never dared to imagine before.

"What? You don't like it?"

Bibi Dong's phoenix eyes were like lightning.

Qin Jian then hugged her tighter: "How could I not like it."

Bibi Dong was tall, looking almost level with Qin Jian, and even though Qin Jian had grown quite a bit taller this past year, he was only a little bit taller than her.

Holding each other like this, Bibi Dong naturally couldn't lean on his chest, so the two of them crossed necks and rested their heads on each other's shoulders.

A faint blush rose on Bibi Dong's face, and it was unclear whether it was the effect of the alcohol.

"Qin Jian... do you think things in this world can never be exactly as one wishes?"

Her slightly melancholy voice drifted softly into his ears, and Qin Jian's heart stirred: "Have you encountered something very difficult? Can you tell me?"

How could I tell you...

Could I say that I must kill you?

Bibi Dong closed her eyes, subconsciously hiding the pain in her eyes, even though Qin Jian couldn't see it at all right now.

"Qin Jian... tell me..."

Her voice was like a murmur, yet it seemed to come from the depths of her heart, easily allowing Qin Jian to feel the bitterness hidden within it.

"Tell me... when one's life pursuits and emotions come into conflict... what should we do?" she said gloomily.

Qin Jian's heart twitched.

This question, this sense of helplessness, made him think of his own Godhood Assessment, and he felt the same way in an instant.

"Ideally speaking... a good emotional relationship should also have a positive effect on our pursuits..." he said in a low voice.

"Ideally?"

Bibi Dong was silent for a moment, then said: "But things in the world never seem to go as one wishes... If it is not ideal... if there is a conflict... what should I do?"

Bonus Chapter

(End of this chapter)