People Are Writing Diaries In Douluo, And The Goddess Is Going Crazy

Bibi Dong was very angry. It was obvious that Zhao Ling favored her more, so why would this woman named A Yin compete with her for him?

This is intolerable! Bibi Dong was about to rush up to snatch Zhao Ling from the other party, but was stopped by Ju Douluo's words.

"Miss, where are you going? You will be on the stage soon, so don't act rashly."

Bibi Dong's body stiffened, and the anger in her heart was immediately extinguished, as if she had been impulsive. Fortunately, she did not rush up to snatch Zhao Ling from the woman named A Yin.

Otherwise, if seen by the people from Spirit Hall, especially Elder Ju, the matter would definitely reach the ears of his beastly teacher.

If the beastly teacher misunderstood something and caused the fate in the diary to come true ahead of time, it would be a waste of time.

She had to resist the urge to rush forward and snatch the person away. There was no other way because she was different from the woman named A Yin.

She is the only disciple of the Pope of the Spirit Hall, the future saint, and the future pope.

There are many things that cannot be done on impulse, at least when she is not strong enough to control everything, she cannot act recklessly.

She glared at Ah Yin hatefully in her heart. As if she could sense the dissatisfaction in her eyes, Ah Yin deliberately turned around and gave Bibi Dong a provocative smile, which made her so angry that she almost ran away.

Bibi Dong was so angry that her teeth were itching. It was so hateful. It was really hateful. That woman named A Yin actually deliberately provoked her. It made her crazy.

Wait, wait for me, today's matter is not over yet, Zhao Ling must belong to her, Bibi Dong, from now on, humph.

Bibi Dong sat back in her seat sulking, and her angry look made Ah Yin cover her mouth and laugh.

Hehe, even if you are prettier than me, so what? I am the woman standing next to Zhao Ling now.

If you have the guts, come up and snatch that person from me. If you don't have the guts, don't stare at me like that. Humph, you're so smug.

Zhao Ling noticed that Ah Yin was in a good mood at the moment, and looked at her puzzledly: "What's wrong, did you encounter something happy? Why are you so happy?"

Ah Yin forced himself to hold back his smile and replied without hesitation: "No, I just feel that knowing you is the happiest thing in my life. Brother Ling, do you feel the same way?"

Ah Yin's calling of "Brother Ling" made Zhao Ling's bones go soft. To be honest, he was really happy to have met Ah Yin early, because it gave him the opportunity to snatch this gentle and beautiful lady from Tang Hao.

"Of course, meeting you is the greatest blessing in my life. It feels like a dream."

Zhao Ling's face was full of gentle smiles, and her starry eyes were focused on looking at Ah Yin's beautiful face.

"Then..." Ah Yin suddenly pointed to her fair and smooth forehead and blinked her beautiful eyes mischievously.

"Then you wouldn't mind if I kissed him, right?"

What? Ah Yin actually wanted to kiss her? Zhao Ling looked at Ah Yin's beautiful face and smiled. Mind? Are you kidding? Why would he mind?

She was the one who took the initiative to kiss her, so wouldn't he be a fool if he hesitated? So he lowered his head and kissed Ah Yin between the eyebrows.

Bibi Dong, who was watching this scene, overturned the table in front of her, and the tea cups and tea sets on the table fell to the ground.

Damn it, that guy Zhao Ling never kissed me, but instead kissed that woman named A Yin.

Isn't it true that I am more beautiful and popular than that woman named Ah Yin? He himself said that he coveted me more.

But he, but he... kissed the woman goodbye in public, how hateful.

Ju Douluo and everyone else in the Spirit Hall looked at Bibi Dong in surprise as she suddenly overturned the small table in front of her, and they looked at each other in bewilderment.

Miss, what's going on? Why did she suddenly get so angry that she overturned the table? Ju Douluo followed Bibi Dong's gaze and looked at Zhao Ling and Ah Yin, and suddenly fell into deep thought.

Hey... why is the young lady looking at them? Could it be that the young lady has fallen in love with the man named Zhao Ling?

Thinking of this, Ju Douluo's head shook like a rattle. It was impossible, absolutely impossible. What kind of gifted girl was this young lady?

Although Zhao Ling is very powerful, his appearance is not top-notch, he can only be considered handsome. When the young lady was studying at the Wuhun Advanced Soul Master Academy, there were countless suitors who were more handsome and good-looking than Zhao Ling.

There are even two or three men among the elites they brought this time who are more handsome than Zhao Ling. Even if the young lady is blind, she will not abandon them to fall in love with that guy Zhao Ling.

Could it be that the young lady had been single for a long time and suddenly she was shown some affection, which made her mentality explode? It is possible, very possible.

When Ju Douluo thought of this, he considered whether he should suggest to His Holiness the Pope to find a boyfriend for the young lady.

Well, after thinking about it, he threw this idea out of his mind. What a joke! The lady is going to become a saint in the future, or even inherit the Pope's mantle. How can she be tied down by love?

If I mention this to His Majesty, I might end up in big trouble. I can't afford to offend him.

After about ten minutes, it was finally Bibi Dong's turn to go on the stage.

Perhaps it was because he was suppressing his anger, Ju Douluo could feel the undisguised murderous intent coming from Bibi Dong.

He had a vague feeling that whatever opponents the young lady met today would probably be in trouble.

When Zhao Ling saw Bibi Dong going up to the ring, she immediately became interested. It was finally this girl's turn to compete on the ring.

He remembered that there was a gambling session in the Great Fighting Spirit Arena, so he looked around to see where to place his bets. After finding his target, he hurriedly took Ah Yin to the betting table.

Before the gambling table closed, Zhao Ling and A Yin pushed through the crowd and bet all their 300 gold soul coins on Bibi Dong.

"I bet on that woman to win, and from now on, all the money I win will be bet on her!"

Perhaps it was because Bibi Dong was a girl, or perhaps it was because she had never competed in a big fighting spirit competition before, but except for Zhao Ling, no one around the gambling table was willing to bet on Bibi Dong to win.

Almost all of the bets were placed on her opponent to win, which directly led to a huge gap in the odds between the two sides, reaching an astonishing 8:1.

In other words, if you bet one gold soul coin and Bibi Dong wins, you will get paid 8 times the amount, but if his opponent wins, the dealer only needs to pay 0.125 times the amount.

Seeing these odds, Zhao Ling felt a little painful. Alas, he was really poor now. He only had 300 gold soul coins on him.

This was the money he had saved up with great difficulty when he was at a low level. If he won this game with odds of 8:1, he would only get 2,400 gold soul coins.

What can 2400 gold soul coins do? Now he wants to travel in the human world and hook up with those beautiful girls, so money is absolutely indispensable.

If he had tens of thousands of gold soul coins now, he could just smash them on the table and they would immediately become more than 200,000. How cool that would be. Unfortunately, he is poor now.