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

Chapter Sixty-Two: Growing Bigger

As she spoke, she was about to take out her clothes from her storage ring when she saw that Yue Qingge had not continued to pester her, but had turned around and sat down to the side.

He lowered his head slightly, and the lines of his profile looked somewhat lonely in the candlelight.

"If Teacher Liu is that kind of person, then I naturally agree with her."

His voice carried a deliberate calmness.

"We will remain teacher and student from now on, and... I will not tell anyone what happened."

In Liu Erlong's eyes, the expression on his face made him look like someone who had been deceived and was now being unreasonable, leaving him feeling helpless.

Her hands stopped moving for a moment.

Her heart was suddenly gripped, as if by an invisible hand, making her gasp for breath.

She sighed, her voice softening: "Qingge, turn around... let the teacher see you."

Yue Qingge slowly turned around and met her gaze.

Liu Erlong looked at him, her almond-shaped eyes filled with a complex mix of helplessness and a softness that she herself couldn't quite explain.

"As your teacher, I naturally have to set a good example. Go ahead and speak..."

I will try my best to meet your needs...

Before she could finish speaking, she saw Yue Qingge's face with a faint smile on her lips.

In an instant, everything became clear.

This little guy—he can already fake it at such a young age.

She muttered to herself, and the weight that had been hanging over her heart finally lifted.

For some reason, seeing him smile made her feel relieved, as if she preferred to see his sly expression rather than his sadness.

She didn't retract her earlier statement. She added, her tone carrying a hint of warning, yet also a touch of indulgence:

"I can help you... but not too much. Don't even think about that kind of thing once you're inside. Also, what's this method you mentioned for becoming stronger?"

Since things have come to this, she might as well try to become stronger.

But what she didn't know was that Yue Qingge was just bragging at first.

In an instant, the boomerang ricocheted back at him.

He quickly asked the system in his mind, "Can I improve the quality of her martial soul? She is a fire dragon."

The little golden-haired girl thought for a moment and then gave her answer.

[Yes, you can improve the quality of her martial soul, and even allow her to master the ice attribute. As for how to do it, simply plant the seed on her face and let her absorb it.]

After she finished speaking, she let out a series of silvery laughs.

Then I turned off my senses.

She would do those things herself when she wanted to; she wouldn't want to see the person she liked being ridden by someone else.

Deep within her consciousness, the Snow Emperor also shut down her senses, leaving only silence.

Yue Qingge pulled herself together, looked at Liu Erlong's evasive eyes, and slowly said:

"If it's the essence blood I excreted when I was in a comfortable state... it can improve the quality of your martial soul, and naturally, it can also indirectly enhance your strength."

Although Liu Erlong didn't understand what "comfortable" meant, she could read his burning gaze that lingered between the two of them.

Then, Yue Qingge took another step forward.

The swollen farm implement stood directly in front of her, so close that she could feel the intense heat emanating from it.

You can even smell a faint, indescribable odor.

"The teacher just needs to hold it."

His voice seeped into her ears like magic.

This led Liu Erlong to lower her guard time and time again, walking into the abyss that Yue Qingge had buried for her.

"This can make a huge difference to your future."

Looking at the enormous creature, Liu Erlong suddenly felt a pang of regret.

But the arrow was already on the string, and it had to be released.

She took a deep breath and slowly extended her slender, jade-like fingers, slightly...

It was trembling slightly.

Her fingers were long and slender, fair, with distinct knuckles and neatly manicured nails.

The nails were cut neatly and rounded, and coated with a light, clear polish.

Finally, those trembling fingers touched it.

The sweltering heat hit her face, startling her. She instinctively tried to pull her hand away.

But Yue Qingge was faster; he covered the back of her hand with his and pressed her palm back, leaving her nowhere to escape.

"Teacher Liu's little hands...are very soft and cool."

His voice once again heightened Liu Erlong's shame, and a large blush appeared on her cold and beautiful face, extending all the way to her ears.

"Don't say dirty things!" Liu Erlong glared at him angrily, her voice filled with embarrassment and annoyance.

He clenched the object in his hand tightly, saying, "Otherwise, I'll beat you up even if I don't want to improve!"

Yue Qingge winced in pain and gasped for breath.

gas.

"Teacher, if you keep doing this, I'll have to resort to violence. If you fall into a coma, I'm afraid you won't be able to walk properly."

Liu Erlong's expression changed; she knew, of course, what he meant by "violent means."

Just now on the playground, that's how he froze Zhu Zhuyun and the others.

If he used that move against her, she might not be able to withstand it.

She sighed and held out her other hand.

Two jade-like palms landed on the blood-red crown, enveloping it from above and below.

Her palms were warm and cool like jade, as if they were carved from the finest white jade.

She took a deep breath and began to grind slowly, her movements clumsy and awkward, yet carrying a seriousness that made one's heart race.

Finally, Liu Erlong grasped the future!

"If you don't say anything crude... I'll still help you properly."

Her voice was low, tinged with a hint of unspeakable shame.

"But never mention this to anyone else...you sent..."

Liu Erlong raised her eyes and stared intently at him.

Those almond-shaped eyes held an almost obsessive seriousness.

The implication is that if you don't swear an oath, I'll leave immediately.

Looking at her serious face, Yue Qingge also raised her finger and said, one word at a time, "I swear, I will never mention what happened today."

Upon seeing this, Liu Erlong's tense expression finally relaxed a little on her mature and aloof face.

She lowered her head, no longer looking at him, and continued her movements carefully and slowly, as if she were handling a precious treasure.

Time passed by, second by second.

Liu Erlong looked at the throbbing farm tool in her hand, which, instead of diminishing, seemed to be growing even more vigorously. She looked up at him with a puzzled expression, her almond-shaped eyes filled with a hint of confusion and grievance.

"Are you feeling unwell? How come it... has gotten bigger?"

Her voice was muffled, tinged with frustration, as if she were asking, "I've tried so hard, why isn't it working?"

Yue Qingge reached out and gently brushed her hair.

It has a faint, pleasant fragrance. He smiled and said:

"Perhaps the stimulation isn't enough. How about the teacher uses your Snow Rabbit... and the Abyssal Maw?"

Liu Erlong was taken aback for a moment, then realized what he meant by "snow!"

What do "rabbit" and "giant maw of the abyss" refer to?

She looked down at the thing, and just getting close was enough to smell its odor. How could anyone eat that?

She couldn't help but feel a little annoyed; her brows furrowed slightly, and her red lips pressed into a thin line.

However, before she could react, Yue Qingge pushed her down onto the soft couch.

Her back slammed onto the soft brocade, her body bounced, and her full breasts swayed violently with the movement.

Chapter Sixty-Three: Crashing In

Before she could react, Yue Qingge had already pounced on her, giving her no time to react at all.

His large hand suppressed her small hand, their fingers interlocked, and he raised her hands above her head, pressing them firmly onto the couch.

His body landed on her, just enough so that she couldn't break free, yet without making her feel uncomfortable.

He placed his other hand directly on her snow rabbit, then leaned down and kissed her lips.

Liu Erlong's pupils suddenly contracted, and his mind exploded with a "buzz".

Her first reaction was—my first kiss was taken by my student.

The next moment, her soul power surged, and she wanted to push Yue Qingge away.

Her hands struggled beneath his palms, her body swaying, but all her strength was like a clay ox sinking into the sea, unable to budge him in the slightest.

Just as she was about to explode, she heard a sigh-like call—

"Mother......"

It was very light, but those two words were enough to successfully attract Liu Erlong's attention.

Her struggling body suddenly stiffened, and the anger and shame in her almond-shaped eyes froze for a moment before gradually melting away.

Her tense body gradually calmed down at the call, and even began to soften, her strength gradually dissipating.

Her arms stopped struggling, and she lay limply on the couch, letting him do as he pleased.

Liu Erlong reached out and stroked his back with a look of pity.

Her gaze softened and became complex, carrying a maternal tenderness.

"Just this once," her voice was very soft and trembling. "Don't mention it again."

She remained kneeling, while he had somehow stood up and was now looking down at her.

The menacing farm tool hung openly before her eyes, its veins clearly visible.

Liu Erlong's breath hitched, his pupils trembled slightly, but he couldn't look away.

Yue Qingge didn't urge her, but just stood quietly, letting her observe.

Her gaze shifted from the bulging veins on his forehead to the slightly flaring rim of his crown.

A transparent, sticky filament slowly drooped down from the center, drawing a shimmering silver line under the light.

Yue Qingge's fingers gripped the base, raising the farm tool slightly.

The drop of liquid swayed slightly before finally falling onto the back of her hand, splashing out in a small, transparent flower shape.

"Mom," Yue Qingge's voice was low, "still hesitating."

What is it?

Liu Erlong pursed her lips, two unnatural blushes rising on her cheeks, mostly from shame.

She bit her lower lip, but finally raised her slightly trembling fingers and grasped the scalding hot cylinder.

That's it.

Yue Qingge's voice remained gentle as he placed his palm on the back of her hand, guiding her to slowly clench it.

Slowly, the grotesque features of the farm tools were eroded away, and the fingertips brushed against the bulging veins, feeling the blood surging there.