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

She chased after the lazy students on the track; whoever she caught...

It would be paralyzed by a tiny electric current, and then mercilessly thrown next to Yue Qingge.

Meng Yiran was one of the unlucky ones.

Her hair was slightly frizzy from Liu Erlong's electric shock, like a cat with its fur standing on end.

Before she could even tidy herself up, Yue Qingge pulled her up.

"Xiao Yiran." Yue Qingge's smile carried a deliberately exaggerated roguish air.

"If you try to slack off, I'll spank you."

Meng Yiran's friends burst into laughter. One of the bolder girls covered her mouth, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons.

"Brother Yue, my sisters say you look like a hooligan?"

Yue Qingge: "???"

Holy crap, who leaked the most crucial information?

His expression shifted from confusion to a mischievous, dangerous glint in his eyes, and a slow, smirking smile crept across his face: "So... the thugs are here?"

He drew out the last syllable of his voice, strode forward, caught up with the classmate who was laughing the loudest, and pinned her to the spot.

As the soul power surged, the little girl was positioned in a thunderous pose, with her legs apart, arms raised high, and her body rooted to the spot.

Social death, achieved in an instant.

Upon witnessing this scene, the students who had been laughing and joking just moments before fell silent, burying their heads and running wildly, no longer daring to utter a word.

It wasn't until noon that Yue Qingge spoke her first words to Liu Erlong that day.

Every time he approached, she would either avoid eye contact or forcefully interrupt the conversation as a teacher, her tone cold and hard.

"Teacher Liu," Yue Qingge leaned closer, her voice extremely low, so only she could hear, "How are you feeling?"

Liu Erlong's ears turned visibly red. She glanced around to make sure no one was watching before gritting her teeth and sending him a telepathic message:

"How dare you say that? You even call me 'Mom'... Is this how a mother and son should interact?"

Yue Qingge remained unmoved, her tone still indifferent:

I'm asking you how effective it is, and whether it can make you stronger.

Liu Erlong was slightly taken aback, and subconsciously sensed the circulation of his soul power.

After a moment, she nodded, her voice carrying a hint of reluctant honesty:

"There is a little... but it's not obvious yet..."

"These things take time to accumulate; you can't achieve success overnight."

Chapter Sixty-Five: Pressure

Yue Qingge naturally took over the conversation.

"So I arranged a process for my mom. When the Douluo Calendar reaches its 10th iteration, I'll give my mom..."

Liu Erlong's face instantly darkened.

She raised her slender arm, her pale fist slowly clenching in front of him, her knuckles cracking.

"You dare bring it up again? Just that one time... You're never allowed to mention it again!"

After saying that, she turned and left, her high heels clicking rapidly on the bluestone slabs, as if she were fleeing.

Yue Qingge watched her departing figure, a smile slowly spreading across her face.

The road ahead is still long.

Just as he was about to turn around to find his senior sister, a slender figure suddenly landed in front of him.

Mo Yuan bent over, and the snow rabbit swayed tremblingly under her clothes.

Before Yue Qingge could observe her closely, her figure vanished like a gust of wind.

"Young Master," she said respectfully, "the Lord requests your presence."

Yue Qingge withdrew her gaze, took a deep breath, turned around, and shouted to the crowd on the playground:

"Senior sister, Master needs to see me. You should go ahead, no..."

Wait for me!

Then, he walked toward Bibi Dong's pavilion.

The moment he pushed open the door, a cool, pleasant fragrance wafted towards him.

Bibi Dong sat by the window, her backlit figure outlining a graceful curve.

She slowly turned around, her golden eyes holding a hint of a half-smile, her red lips slightly parted:

"You've arrived?"

"Mom, what's up?"

Yue Qingge pushed open the carved wooden door, her gaze falling on that graceful figure.

Bibi Dong was leaning back in her chair, one leg elegantly crossed over the other, her legs crossed.

Today she wore a deep purple palace dress, and at the slit of the skirt, her jade-like legs were tightly wrapped in glossy stockings, which gleamed warmly in the sunlight.

Yue Qingge's gaze was involuntarily drawn to it.

From his perspective, she saw long, slender, and beautiful legs with smooth lines, as well as delicate, fair ankles.

Then, her slightly arched foot was encased in a pair of black pointed high heels, with only a small section of the instep exposed, yet it was enough to set his mind racing.

"Can't I contact you if there's nothing wrong?"

Bibi Dong glanced at him, a faint smile in her eyes, the corners of her eyes slightly upturned, giving her an air of languid ease.

situation.

She pointed to the chairs arranged opposite her, where the dishes were exquisite and fragrant.

"Sit down. This is a meal I had specially prepared. Try it and see if it suits your taste."

Yue Qingge sat down as instructed, her gaze sweeping across the table.

Bibi Dong spoke again, her voice carrying a subtle, almost imperceptible, seduction:

"The plate of meat closest to you is the spine meat of a ten-thousand-year-old dragon; it's very nutritious."

Yue Qingge felt a slight stirring in her heart, but she didn't say anything more, simply enjoying lunch with her mother.

He picked up a piece of dragon meat and brought it to Bibi Dong's lips.

Bibi Dong didn't dodge; instead, she glanced at him meaningfully and then obediently let out an "Ah."

She opened her sexy red lips and took the piece of meat into her mouth.

As she retracted her letter, she deliberately traced the line of her lower lip slowly, leaving a damp mark.

She chewed a few times, then urged indistinctly, "My disciple, eat too."

The way she called him "disciple" was so soft and sweet, with a slight upward curve at the end, as if she were teasing him.

Yue Qingge withdrew her hand, picked up a piece of meat, and put it in her mouth. The two of them ate quietly like that.

The air was filled with the aroma of food, as well as the faint fragrance emanating from Bibi Dong.

After a while, the dishes on the table were almost finished.

Bibi Dong put down her chopsticks, picked up a silk handkerchief and gently touched the corner of her lips, then raised her eyes to look at Yue Qingge.

It was no longer the languid gentleness of before, but rather exuded a hint of allure.

As their eyes darted around, something burned deep within them, making one want to immerse oneself in it.

She suddenly spoke up: "Last night... did you do anything, my disciple?"

Yue Qingge's heart skipped a beat, but her expression remained unchanged. She picked up her teacup, took a sip, and said in a casual tone, "Last night? I slept very well last night."

His mind was racing, thinking about what happened last night...

"Really?"

A sly glint flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes.

She lowered her eyes, her slender fingers gently stroking her knees.

Then slowly slipped one foot out of the high heel.

The black pointed high heels slid down silently, revealing a jade-like foot completely covered by glossy stockings.

Yue Qingge's breath hitched slightly.

The outline of that foot was clearly visible beneath the stockings.

Her toes were long and slender, each one seemingly meticulously sculpted, and her toenails were rounded, subtly revealing a tender pink hue.

The arch of the foot is beautifully arched, and the joints at the ankle are clearly defined, yet...

The sheer fabric of the stockings softened the look even more.

Bibi Dong's gaze seemed to be fixed on a certain spot, but the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

Her toes twitched slightly.

It was as if it was stretching its muscles and bones, or as if it was testing something.

Then, that jade-like foot suddenly stretched out and landed precisely on Yue Qingge's farm tools.

It was just the right weight, not too light, not too heavy, and landed perfectly on that spot.

With just two gentle presses, the dormant farm tool was successfully awakened.

He suddenly stood up, his robe billowing out, and struck her directly in the sole of her foot.

Yue Qingge's hand trembled, and she almost spilled the tea.

Bibi Dong then slowly turned her head, her eyes full of smiles.

Her voice grew louder, carrying a sense of condescension and oppression.

"Really not?"

Her toes began to move slowly, pressing the farm tool repeatedly through her robes.

The pressure was just right, not painful, but enough to excite every nerve.

"Mom will punish disobedient babies."

Yue Qingge looked up at her and found that her face was even more radiant than before, with a faint pink blush on her cheeks.

Those once sharp eyes are now fully open, their previous indifference and majesty replaced by a gentle, spring-like moisture.

He sighed inwardly, realizing that the initial irrigation had indeed been very effective.

My mother is gradually transforming from a high and mighty saint.

He wanted to look down at the unruly jade feet, but as soon as he lowered his eyes, he heard a crisp reprimand.

What does the baby want to do?

Bibi Dong's voice suddenly boomed, carrying a dignified yet coquettish tone:

"Shouldn't you look at your mother intently when you talk to her?"

At the same time, her toes seemed to have a mind of their own, even though they were covered by stockings.

She easily hooked the edge of his pants and then pulled hard.

The fabric slipped down, and a chill swept over them.

The farm tools have fully awakened, standing tall and proud, their veins bulging.

The coronal area was slightly reddish, with a faint, transparent liquid seeping out.

Yue Qingge's mood was like a rollercoaster, going up and down. There was a forbidden, decadent excitement mixed with the thrill.

The soles of her feet were pressed against his shaft, the feel of the stockings was delicate.

Smooth and silky.

Each friction felt like being brushed by the softest silk, yet carried just the right amount of pressure.