Douluo Dalu, a junior student, started his journey after being adopted by Bibi Dong.

The fluorescent particles floating around her paused for a moment, as if a pause button had been pressed.

Then she quietly shrank back and didn't say anything more to argue with him.

While he was playing around with the system, Bibi Dong had already led him through the barrier.

Her palanquin stopped on the open ground outside the barrier, with tassels hanging down and maids standing around her with their heads bowed.

A slight thought stirred in Yue Qingge's heart—she had probably already prepared for this.

Bibi Dong glanced at him nonchalantly.

"What are you daydreaming about? Aren't you going up?"

Her voice was calm as still water, but at the end, the tone rose slightly, carrying a hint of teasing.

"What...do you want me to carry you upstairs?"

Yue Qingge quickly shook her head and, under her gaze, strode into the sedan chair.

Bibi Dong watched his somewhat flustered back and the corners of her lips curled up slightly.

The arc was extremely faint and fleeting.

She gracefully stepped into the sedan chair and sat down beside him.

With a gentle wave of her pure white hair, tiny specks of light scattered from her fingertips, like countless shattered stars.

The sedan chair rose silently, completely isolated from the noise of the outside world.

The sedan chair wasn't very spacious, and the two were very close. Close enough that he could smell her unique, delicate fragrance.

"Your martial soul is imbued with ultimate ice," Bibi Dong's voice rang out in the quiet space, clear and steady.

"So the best option is still to go to the far north."

She paused, then turned to look at him. "Do you have a favorite Soul Beast?"

Yue Qingge shook her head.

Even now, he feels as if his martial spirit is shrouded in a fog.

It can be seen but not touched, making it unpredictable.

"No. We'll see when the time comes. I feel... I can directly absorb a ten-thousand-year soul ring."

Bibi Dong glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, her gaze scrutinizing him.

Are you sure?

She didn't deny him. Geniuses are inherently unreasonable—like her, she was born to be the only candidate for godhood.

Besides, even if he can't absorb it, she has the ability to pull him back from the brink of death.

"Yes," Yue Qingge nodded, her voice filled with certainty.

"Having been nurtured by my mother for so long, my physique has improved significantly. At the same time, I have been suppressing the fusion of my soul power with my body, so my physical fitness has always been very high."

The moment the word "Mom" was uttered, Bibi Dong's gaze froze slightly.

It's Ah Yin again.

She lowered her eyes, looking at her fingers folded on her knees, and a strange, inexplicable irritation welled up inside her.

The irritability came inexplicably, yet it wouldn't go away, like a thin thorn stuck in my heart—it didn't hurt, but it was unbearable.

Yue Qingge noticed her unusual behavior.

The aloof queen in front of me suddenly fell silent, her crimson eyes lowered.

Her lips were slightly pursed, her full vermilion lips pressed into a line, the lines cold and hard, as if sealing away something she was unwilling to say.

He stretched out his palm and gently waved it in front of her eyes.

"Sister? Sister?"

The call pulled Bibi Dong back from her thoughts.

She slowly turned her head, the movement so slow that it was clearly visible from every angle.

First, she slightly raised her chin, then gracefully turned her neck, and finally her scarlet eyes fell directly on his face.

There was something dangerous hidden deep within those eyes.

"Why?" her voice was calm, "you keep shouting..."

Her mother calls me "sister"?

"number?

Before Yue Qingge could react, she was suddenly pulled towards her by the force from her arm.

It's black in front of you.

In an instant, his face collided with a soft and elastic warm fragrance.

Bibi Dong wrapped her arms around his shoulders and back, pulling him into her embrace.

Her fingers awkwardly stroked his hair.

The movements were not very skillful and were somewhat stiff.

"What Ah Yin can give you," her voice came from above, still calm, but with a barely perceptible tremor.

I can give you the same thing.

His cheeks were nestled in the full, firm snow rabbit, and the tip of his nose touched the curve of the dress wrapped in purple.

If Ah Yin's embrace was warm and gentle, then Bibi Dong's embrace was firm and elastic.

Every inch of skin contains amazing strength and resilience.

He felt the cool, delicate fragrance emanating from her, lingering around his nose, making him somewhat intoxicated.

"Um... because my mother raised me..." His voice was muffled and somewhat indistinct, coming from in front of her.

"Is that so?" Her voice suddenly softened, as if she were talking to herself, "Then I... can still support you now."

Her fingers continued to run through his hair, and the awkward movements gradually became more skillful.

Feeling the boy in her arms gently nuzzling against her chest, a hint of confusion flashed deep in Bibi Dong's usually calm eyes.

She couldn't explain what she was thinking, nor could she articulate her own thoughts.

What do I want? I just feel... a strange feeling is growing inside me.

This feeling was strange. She felt somewhat uncomfortable, yet...

I don't dislike it.

Compared to her disgust and alienation towards everyone else, her feelings towards this boy at this moment were completely different.

Knowing it would lead to addiction, I still couldn't resist drinking it all in one gulp.

It's so addictive.

Suddenly -le

She felt something bump against her lower abdomen.

She looked down at the boy in her arms—his ears were already bright red.

She could still feel the blood and energy coursing through his body; the heat radiated through his clothes, making her stomach twitch slightly.

"Qingge," her voice remained clear and cold, but if one listened closely, one could detect a slight tremor that even she herself was unaware of.

"What happened...? Did something bump into me...?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Yue Qingge felt even more embarrassed.

It's really not his fault.

She was an unparalleled beauty, embodying both cold elegance and nobility. Her long, gradient pink-gold hair flowed like moonlight, held up by an exquisite hair crown, with a few stray strands falling beside her cheeks, adding to her languid allure.

Chapter Twenty-Six is ​​for you!

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Chapter Twenty-Seven: Bringing Down the Altar

She turned her head to look at him, and as her eyes sparkled, her mischievous smile became even brighter.

"You have to keep your word."

Yue Qingge's voice was slightly hoarse. The next moment, his arm went through her waist and reached behind her.

As the soul power surged, the button popped open silently.

The pair of snow hares instantly broke free of their restraints and leaped away—

"durang! durang!"

It traces two perfect arcs in the air, jumping up and down, with amazing bouncy texture.

The fair, soft flesh trembled slightly, and the top was adorned with a pale pink dogwood, small and exquisite.

The rue was very small and still very tender in color.

The question Bibi Dong asked was a piece of cake for him.

You can get full marks simply by pointing your finger, without any answers.

Bibi smiled and turned slightly to bring her body closer to him.

"How is it? Does it look good? Want to... try grabbing it?"

Her cool, clear voice was like a deadly temptation.

Before she could finish speaking, Yue Qingge's hand had already covered hers.

Right hemisphere.

The moment his palm sank into the softness, he almost forgot to think, only feeling a warm, elastic sensation.

There's only one voice in my heart, wanting to completely dominate.

The dent the snow hare made was completely healed the moment it left.

Moreover, she is very large and cannot be controlled all at once.

Unable to resist, she shifted her strength, watching the snow rabbit constantly change shape.

Climbing to the top, I gently touched the pale pink cherry blossoms.

Reality.

First, it tentatively touched it, then stopped and gently rubbed it.

Hmm.1

A soft moan escaped Bibi Dong's throat in an instant.

She subconsciously raised her hand to cover her lips, and the moment her palm touched them, a scent of his—hormonal energy—rushed into her nostrils.

It's a bit intoxicating...

Her mind went blank for a moment, and the snow rabbit in front of her was completely under his control.

Every touch and flick of his fingers precisely landed on her sensitive spot.

The dogwood, now engorged with blood, slightly raised its head, its color changing from pale pink to a deeper crimson.

She wanted him to slow down, and wanted to maintain the clear complexion on her face.

A cold disguise.

But in the instant his thumb and forefinger pinched the dogwood and gently pulled, then released it, letting it spring back, that was the moment.

The sensation was like an electric current exploding from her front, converging on her spine, making her feel weak all over.

"Light Song..."

Her voice changed as soon as she opened her mouth.

Yue Qingge didn't give her a chance to finish.

He leaned forward and tackled her to the ground. Her back pressed against the inner wall of the sedan chair, where the soft cushions caught her.

He leaned in close, one hand braced against her ear, the other still holding the snow rabbit.