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

After Bibi Dong vented her anger on that unlucky guy, even though she was still very angry, the treatment she received from her next opponent was obviously much better than that of the previous unlucky guy.

Zhao Ling, who knew he was going to get rich, was in a very good mood. However, he always felt that Bibi Dong on the ring was staring at him with a ferocious look from time to time, which made his back feel cold.

He had a puzzled look on his face and couldn't understand what had stimulated this girl. He felt that she looked a bit like the evil Bibi Dong in the original novel.

After fighting for a whole morning, Bibi Dong was so angry that her inner universe exploded. She fought fifteen games and won all fifteen.

Perhaps it was because of the miserable fate of her opponent in the eleventh match. Later, even if the opponents arranged by the Great Fighting Spirit Arena were stronger than her, they would be frightened when they saw her, so it was not surprising that this result occurred.

After the last match, when she slowly walked down the ring, Zhao Ling's original 300 gold soul coins had turned into 42,000 gold soul coins. After getting the money, he was so happy that he smiled from ear to ear.

However, he felt a little regretful. If the 8:1 odds could be maintained, even if he were to pay him the entire Douhun Arena, it wouldn't be enough...

However, after the first game, when Bibi Dong showed her terrifying fighting power, her odds dropped sharply starting from the second game.

If it weren't for the fact that after the eleventh match, the Great Soul Fighting Arena arranged for her an opponent of a good level, which greatly increased the odds, he would not have been able to earn even 42,000 gold soul coins.

However, Zhao Ling knew what it meant to be contented and happily congratulated Bibidong.

"Congratulations, Miss Dong'er, you have won all fifteen games, so majestic and domineering."

Bibi Dong snorted in dissatisfaction and glared at Ah Yin fiercely. Ah Yin did not show weakness and glared back at her. After they each snorted, they turned their heads away.

Zhao Ling noticed that there was a conflict between her and A Yin, and her brows furrowed. What was going on? Could it be that the natural hatred between the two girls' camps made them instinctively hate each other?

Otherwise, why would these two girls be hostile to each other? This is not good news for Zhao Ling.

How could Zhao Ling, who was determined to keep them all by his side, allow them to have internal strife in the future? No, he had to find a way to help them ease the relationship, but it was indeed quite difficult.

After all, one side is from the Spirit Hall, and the other side is the person who will sacrifice his life in the future under the coercion of the Spirit Hall. It is likely that there is an innate hatred between the two sides, and it is natural that they dislike each other.

Zhao Ling had no idea that the two girls were hostile to each other because they both had a copy of "Zhao Ling's Diary". He was always comparing the two of them in his diary, and the source of everything came from him.

Ju Douluo and a group of Spirit Hall elites saw Bibi Dong walking down from the stage and hurriedly surrounded her.

Ju Douluo looked at the three of them with strange eyes. For some reason, he always felt that the atmosphere was a little weird.

However, he did not think that the young lady was jealous. This Titled Douluo named Zhao Ling should not be qualified to make the young lady jealous.

Bibi Dong saw Ju Douluo and the other elites coming forward, and asked indifferently: "How are the others doing? No one lost badly, right?"

Ju Douluo nodded and replied without hesitation: "Don't worry, Miss. The elites who came to the Great Fighting Spirit Arena this time were all carefully trained by the Holy Temple. They played almost ten games in the morning, and lost one or two games on average."

"Lose one or two games? It seems that the careful training given to them by the Temple is not strict enough, hum."

Bibi Dong snorted coldly. To her, in the Iron Fighting Spirit Badge competition, losing one or two out of ten games was a sign of rethinking. These people actually dared to lose one or two games. It must be because they had too few training tasks.

The top figures of the Spirit Hall immediately looked miserable. It was over. They were going to be in trouble.

Obviously, losing only one or two games out of ten was already very good, but the lady was not satisfied and felt that they had too few training tasks. They wanted to complain, but did not dare to say it out loud.

After hearing this, Zhao Ling twitched the corner of his mouth and spoke to Bibi Dong in a tentative tone.

"Well, Miss Dong'er, losing only one or two out of ten games is actually pretty good. Not everyone is as gifted as you. There aren't many geniuses like you who can fight 15 monsters at once..."

Weird... genius? Bibi Dong rolled her eyes at Zhao Ling, secretly complaining in her heart. If she wanted to say that this young lady was a freak, she could just say it directly. What weird genius?

Compared to me, you are the freak, right? Although it is written in the diary that I will become a Titled Douluo in my thirties, that is in the future. It is still unknown whether I can reach that level in the future.

But you look like you're only in your twenties or thirties, yet you're already a Titled Douluo. With your situation, do you have the nerve to complain that I'm a freak?

Although Bibi Dong thought so in her heart, she did not say it directly, but just replied lightly.

"Even if they are indeed not as good as me, they are still talents carefully cultivated by my Spirit Hall. They should not let the Holy Hall down. It seems that it is okay for me to increase the difficulty of their training, right?

Besides, you are not from our Spirit Hall, and have nothing to do with me. Do you live by the sea? Why do you mind so much?"

"Uh..." Zhao Ling touched his nose in frustration. He couldn't figure out what had provoked Bibi Dong. Her words sounded sarcastic.

Oh, forget it, I'd better not talk too much, so as not to make her unhappy and increase the difficulty of conquering her in the future.

Seeing that Zhao Ling was depressed and silent, a hint of pride flashed in Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes. Who made this bastard so intimate with the woman named A Yin beside him?

He clearly agreed that he was more attracted to me, but this guy was arm in arm with that woman named A Yin, and that woman was still clinging to him like a little bird. Couldn't this guy Zhao Ling be more reserved?

If you don't want to be reserved, then don't be reserved. Why don't you take the initiative to seduce me? Didn't you stay in that small village for four days to seduce that woman named Yin?

Why don't you hook up with me? Is it because I'm not as pretty as that woman, or am I not as fragrant as her? This man who says one thing and means another is really shameful!

At this moment, A Yin also noticed the pride in Bibi Dong's eyes. She hurriedly took Zhao Ling's hand and asked him tentatively.

"Brother Ling, are you hungry? Let's go eat. Can you accompany me to buy some clothes and shoes this afternoon? I see that the clothes worn by those people in Soto City are very novel in style and made of very fine fabrics."

Zhao Ling looked Ah Yin up and down and nodded slightly. This girl was indeed short of clothes.

Even after all the clothes she originally wore in the village were sorted out and stored by Zhao Ling in the system space, there were only three or four sets that could be shown off.

For a girl who loves beauty, pretty skirts, stockings and high heels are indispensable. If you want to pursue her, isn't this a great opportunity?