Douluo: Star-Breaking Sword God

Chapter 144 The Night Before
Early morning, "Another auspicious day?"

Ling Qianyao touched his chin, his eyes darting around, and stopped astrology. "There shouldn't be any problems, right? After all, Bibi Dong didn't attack me yesterday."

Although purifying the Rakshasa's evil thoughts was somewhat difficult, it was still within a controllable range, and there was no sign of the evil thoughts becoming violent.

Yesterday's auspicious signs have been proven true, haven't they?

The soft touch and faint fragrance beside him interrupted Ling Qianyao's thoughts. He turned his head slightly and saw Qian Renxue leaning lazily against his right side, her long hair cascading down the pillow.

Qian Renxue, who had barged in here yesterday and demanded his money without explanation, saying she wanted to reward him, was now sleeping peacefully with a gentle expression, as if she had put some worries aside.

He glanced at the Blue Silver Emperor on the windowsill; its leaves had stopped swaying and were drooping slightly, as if it had fallen into a deep sleep.

Without the Heavenly Pivot Divine Eye, Qian Renxue could not see A Yin's state. Last night, after she broke in, A Yin, in her soul form, was still enjoying the infusion of Ling Qianyao's star power.

Her own plump and beautiful spiritual body leaned quietly against Ling Qianyao's side as if in a state of affection. This was either an instinct or a habit that had gradually developed.

Ling Qianyao helped her recover and grow every day, and A Yin had long been used to this close relationship.

But before they could enjoy themselves for more than a few minutes, Qian Renxue burst in, saying that Blue Silver Grass wasn't fun and that there were even more fun things here.

She placed her physical body on the windowsill, interrupting the supply of star power from Ling Qianyao and severing the connection between her and Ling Qianyao.

The sense of loss and emptiness was secondary; what mattered most was that her original spot had been taken, and without any regard for others, she captured Ling Qianyao's lips.

"I'm still right here, am I even human? Am I even human?!"

So last night, Ah Yin could only watch helplessly as Qian Renxue and Ah Yin became intimately entangled, while her soul form could only tremble with anger on the sidelines. Even though she was a soul form, she felt a chill.

In its grief and anger, it fled back to its original form as the Blue Silver Emperor, curling up deep within the leaves, trying to use that thin green barrier to isolate itself from everything outside, and has been sleeping ever since.

"Once I can touch it again, I must taste it back, taste it fiercely, taste it back." This was her last thought before shutting down her senses, after all, Qian Renxue's low moan was really disturbing her mind.

Ling Qianyao shifted his position and looked to his left, only to be met with a pair of eyes that seemed to be smiling yet not smiling, eyes shimmering with light.

In the latter half of last night, Zhu Zhuqing quietly knocked on the door and slept to Ling Qianyao's left. She is now awake and looking at Ling Qianyao with a smile.

"Did you sleep well?" Zhu Zhuqing asked softly.

"good?"

Ling Qianyao subconsciously replied, saying that it seemed like there were two different fragrances and temperatures around him, and it turned out that there was someone hiding on his left.

The difference was that there seemed to be some space between Zhu Zhuqing and him, so that he didn't notice it at first.

As he turned to look at her, Zhu Zhuqing's soft, delicate body leaned closer like a nimble cat.

With a gentle twist of her slender waist, exuding a touch of languor and coquettishness, she naturally moved closer to Ling Qianyao.

Ling Qianyao felt a warm and soft touch come over him instantly, as if his left side was gently enveloped by clouds.

Her dark hair cascaded down, its delicate fragrance wafting into her nostrils; her smooth, delicate skin, like the finest silk, brought a unique tactile sensation and a thrill.

What is most striking is the proud demeanor she exudes.

As Zhu Zhuqing drew closer, her soft flesh clung tightly to his left arm, incredibly elastic. Even the slightest sway carried a delicate rhythm, causing Ling Qianyao to gaze at her for a long time.

Zhu Zhuqing brought her lips to Ling Qianyao's ear, her breath sweet as orchids, "If you like it, then feel it more. How can you just look?"

As she spoke, she quietly picked up Ling Qianyao's right hand.

"Well."

Zhu Zhuqing's body trembled, her red lips pursed as if suppressing something, her voice somewhat broken, "She's still fast asleep, you don't want her to find out, right? Go to the bathroom."

With utmost care, Ling Qianyao pulled Zhu Zhuqing into his arms, tucked her in, and then retrieved the Blue Silver Emperor into his soul tool before the two left the room.

With the barely audible sound of the door closing, Qian Renxue, who was fast asleep, pouted, grabbed the pillow next to her, and began to knead it wantonly.

"You little thieving cat, this is my house, hmph, just you wait."

Qian Renxue turned over in her sleep, still muttering to herself, clearly quite angry about Zhu Zhuqing "kidnapping" Ling Qianyao.
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After enjoying an enviable morning, Ling Qianyao had breakfast and then went to the Papal Palace for today's treatment of Rakshasa evil thoughts.

Two days later, before the three of them left the Spirit Hall, Ling Qianyao needed to do his best to purify Bibi Dong's evil thoughts.

After obtaining the Heavenly Pivot Divine Eye, Ling Qianyao felt that the purification process, which originally required a considerable amount of time, had significantly accelerated.

These three days are enough time for him to purify 98% of the Rakshasa evil thoughts. The remaining finishing work can be left to the soul imprint to slowly dispel them.

"There seems to be a strange smell about you." Bibi Dong slowly rose from the papal throne, her eyes filled with scrutiny, and slowly walked towards Ling Qianyao.

"Your Majesty, Xue'er, Zhu Qing, and I are of one mind. We spend every day together, so it's inevitable that I'll pick up some of their scent on me," Ling Qianyao said neither humbly nor arrogantly.

Bibi Dong felt a strange sense of irritation as they spent every day together. She said in a low voice, "You are exceptionally talented and are still at a crucial stage of your development. You must not let romantic feelings cloud your judgment and delay important matters."

Ling Qianyao bowed slightly, his expression resolute: "Your Majesty, rest assured, I will weigh my feelings and cultivation. Xue'er and Zhuqing support each other and are my motivation on my cultivation path; they will not become obstacles."

Bibi Dong frowned slightly, her irritation growing stronger.

"Come with me."

Knowing the ropes well and not allowing the other party to refuse, Bibi Dong led Ling Qianyao to the Pope's bedroom.

"Please sit down first, I'll be gone for a while." With that, she walked in one direction, channeling her soul power to apply a layer of soul power to the door.

Ling Qianyao sat down on the sofa, feeling slightly uneasy.

Not long after, Bibi Dong reappeared from the back of the palace, her papal robes gone, replaced by a loose purple nightgown.

Her purple hair was styled into a bun, with a few stray strands playfully falling beside her neck, adding to her languid charm.

There was still a layer of moisture on her body, as if she had just come out of the bath, and her skin had a faint blush, making her look pitiful.

Because of the moisture on her body, the nightgown clung even more tightly to her figure, perfectly showcasing her voluptuous body. Her mature charm was like fine wine, exuding fragrance.

(End of this chapter)