Douluo Continent: Bibi Dong's Start with the Secret Chamber and Qian Xunji

Yu Xiaogang turned a page of his book.

Bibi Dong spoke up: "Are you planning to never speak to me again?"

The air in the sealed room seemed to freeze.

Yu Xiaogang's finger hovered over the edge of the page, neither turning the page nor putting it down.

He just stood there, as if waiting for something, or as if expressing a silent rejection in this way.

Bibi Dong looked at his profile.

She recognized the book in his hand. It was the ancient book on martial spirit theory that she had brought a few days ago; the cover was dark blue, and the corners were already worn.

Yu Xiaogang had liked this book when he was in the library, saying that although the theories in it had flaws, they were very insightful. So she specially found it in the Spirit Hall's library and brought it to him.

At this moment, he has turned to a page in the book.

She was very familiar with that page as well.

He had been looking at this page for the past few days.

Starting three days ago, he would pick up this book after every meal, open it, look down, and read it intently.

He would spend an entire afternoon, an entire evening reading it. Today, he still turned to that page, still looked down, still focused.

It was as if there was something on that page that he could never finish reading.

Bibi Dong suddenly felt like laughing.

For the past month or so, she has been showing up for three meals a day on time. The chef prepares a variety of dishes, all of which are his favorite foods.

He read, and she sat beside him. He was lost in thought, and she kept him company. She recounted those past events over and over again: the library, the osmanthus cake, and his promise to take her to see the sea.

She brought out all the warm memories, like a child laying out his favorite toys one by one in front of him.

But he remained the same.

I don't look at her. I don't respond. Like a wall.

She thought he was truly heartbroken and disappointed in her. She even blamed herself for it, spending sleepless nights replaying every word she had said, trying to figure out which one had hurt him the most.

But at this moment, seeing him staring at the same page of the book for several days in a row, Bibi Dong suddenly understood.

He wasn't sad.

He was punishing her.

He was certain she would continue to coax him so humbly. He was certain that no matter how long he neglected her, she would stay. He was certain that the foolish woman in the library, whose eyes were only for him, would never truly leave.

So he wanted to make this silence last a very, very long time, long enough for her to completely learn to be "obedient," long enough for her to never dare to do anything that would make him unhappy again.

As for which page you're looking at or whether you're actually reading it, that's not important.

Anyway, he just needed a reason not to look up.

Yu Xiaogang did not turn around.

He truly didn't notice Bibi Dong's unusual behavior. Or rather, he never even considered the need to notice it.

In his mind, Bibi Dong was still the woman who would be happy all day just from a glance from him. Apart from the fact that locking him up was a bit outrageous, her essence hadn't changed.

How could the woman who loved him really change?

So he remained silent, at ease. He stared at the page of the book he could already recite. He waited patiently for her to sit for a while, say a few soft words, and then quietly clear the dishes and leave, as she always did.

She'll come again tomorrow. The day after tomorrow. And the day after that.

He has plenty of time.

Yu Xiaogang had already planned in his mind to ignore her for another three days. If she behaved well after three days, he would reluctantly say a single sentence to her. No more, just one sentence would be enough. He needed to let her know that making him unhappy had consequences.

As he was thinking, a cold hand suddenly grabbed his chin.

The force was so great that his cheeks were pinched painfully, and his lips were forced to open slightly.

Before Yu Xiaogang could react, his head had already been forcibly turned over by that force.

He met Bibi Dong's eyes.

Those purple eyes were very close to him, so close that he could clearly see his face reflected in her pupils.

There were things inside that he had never seen before, like a thin layer of ice pressing down, with something scorching hot surging beneath it.

Yu Xiaogang's heart clenched suddenly.

Fear gripped his heart like an icy hand.

"Xiao Gang."

Bibi Dong spoke. Her voice was very soft, as soft as a feather falling on the water.

"You're being a little naughty."

Her thumb traced his jawline slowly, as if she were playing with a disobedient little thing.

Yu Xiaogang tried to break free, but found that the hand was incredibly strong.

He was, after all, a Soul Master whose Martial Soul had undergone a malignant mutation, and his Soul Power was weak. Luo Sanpao, on the other hand, had no offensive capabilities whatsoever. In front of Bibi Dong, a Soul Saint, his resistance was like an ant trying to shake a tree.

But his pride wouldn't allow him to show weakness.

He is Yu Xiaogang. A master from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. Yu Xiaogang, who was ridiculed as a waste by countless people, yet never bowed his head.

He has nothing left. Only these bones.

Bibi Dong.

His voice was muffled because his cheek was being pinched, but his tone was still that of someone Bibi Dong was all too familiar with—a condescending tone: "You think I'll be afraid of you like this?"

Bibi Dong's eyes darkened.

"The Bibi Dong I know wouldn't do such a thing." Yu Xiaogang stared into her eyes and said, word by word, "Look at yourself now. You're like a madwoman."

Like a madman.

Bibi Dong's fingers tightened slightly.

"You think locking me up here will make me change my mind?"

Yu Xiaogang smirked, the curve of his lips carrying his signature, infuriating sarcasm. "The more you act like this, the more I feel that leaving you was the right thing to do."

"Didn't you want to know why I'm not talking to you?"

"Because I don't have much to say to you."

"Does someone who locked me in a dungeon deserve for me to speak to her?"

Every word he uttered struck Bibi Dong's most vulnerable spot with pinpoint accuracy.

This is what he excels at: using theories, logic, and those grand principles to leave people speechless.

This was how he used to argue with people in the library.

His tone was calm and unhurried, his logic clear and distinct, and every sentence was based on sound reasoning, making the other person feel like an unreasonable fool.

At that time, Bibi Dong thought that Xiao Gang was really amazing.

Now all she feels is...

very noisy.

Yu Xiaogang wanted to continue.

He had a wealth of arguments to tell her, from morality to emotions, from the past to the present. He wanted her to understand that imprisoning him was the biggest mistake she had ever made, and she would pay the price for it; she would—

"Sizzle—"

The sound of tearing fabric echoed in the sealed room.

Yu Xiaogang's voice abruptly stopped.

He looked down and saw that the front of his shirt had been completely torn open. The fabric ripped from the collar all the way to his waist, revealing his chest, which had become pale from lack of sunlight in recent days.