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

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That voice wasn't his; it was Liya imitating Yue Qingge's voice.

It was so lifelike, even the intonation and the rising tone at the end of the sentence were exactly the same, as if Yue Qingge herself was speaking, only the sly smile hidden in her eyes betrayed her.

Chapter Ninety-One: I Want Them All

Upon hearing this, Hu Liena stared at Liya in shock, her mouth slightly agape and her eyes wide open.

"Liya, what are you saying!" Hu Liena's voice was filled with panic and embarrassment.

She gently pushed the person next to her, her palm landing on Liya's shoulder. The force wasn't great, but it made Liya's body sway.

Her face flushed instantly, and she quickly lowered her head, her long hair falling down to cover half of her face.

The toes under the coffee table curled up unconsciously, gripping the soles of the shoes tightly, and even the breathing became a little more rapid.

Yue Qingge also looked bewildered, her gaze shifting between Liya and Hu Liena. She raised an eyebrow, her lips moved, but she didn't know what to say: "What are you two playing at?"

Liya ignored him, turning her head away with a lazy smile:

"If Nana's skill level is only this much, then she's not even as good as Xiaozhuqing."

This sentence undoubtedly ignited her emotions.

"Nonsense!" Hu Liena blurted out in a panic, her voice anxious as if trying to prove something.

She turned to look at Yue Qingge, her foxy eyes filled with seriousness, her eyelashes fluttering: "Junior brother, between me and Zhu Zhuqing, who do you choose?"

Ok

Yue Qingge's fingers landed on the coffee table, her fingertips unconsciously tapping the surface, making a soft "tap-tap" sound.

He picked up the teacup with his other hand, took another sip, and let the tea flow between his lips and teeth, moistening his throat. His Adam's apple bobbed slightly before he slowly put the teacup down.

'Of course I want them all!'

This wasn't him saying that either. It was Liya again.

She spoke quite naturally, as if this were Yue Qingge's truest thoughts.

In fact, those words truly touched Yue Qingge's heart.

Liya looked into Yue Qingge's eyes, a half-smile playing on her lips, her gentle eyes carrying a hint of self-satisfaction.

It's as if it's saying: Aren't I smart?

Hu Liena then regained her previous composure.

She discovered that those questions were ambiguous and meaningless.

She can choose who she likes best; why argue about who's better or worse, or who's first?

You just like something; there's no need for a reason or comparison.

However, she still moved a little further away, trying to get away from Liya.

She turned her body slightly to the side, creating considerable distance between herself and Liya.

This Liya, wasn't she supposed to be very well-behaved? Now she's just a little devil, all blue and wicked.

After the three rested, it gradually got dark outside.

After winding their way through the streets, the three of them returned to the academy.

Goodbye, Qingge!

Two figures waved goodbye to Yue Qingge in the night.

Hu Liena raised her arms high, her skirt swaying gently in the evening breeze.

Liya simply waved her hand gently, her movements graceful and reserved.

The two turned and walked away, their long hair fluttering in the night wind, their slender figures slowly blurring in the lamplight, merging into the depths of the night, leaving only a faint lingering fragrance.

Yue Qingge stood there, watching the two figures disappear into the night, before finally turning her gaze away after a long while.

A night breeze blew by, carrying a hint of coolness.

His steps were neither hurried nor slow, but his back was to the dormitory.

When Daiyue Qingge pushed open Liu Erlong's door, she found that her mother had not come out to greet her.

He guessed that Liu Erlong was still resting.

Then, tiptoeing into the bedroom, Liu Erlong was still fast asleep on the soft couch.

Yue Qingge strolled over, her steps very light, as if afraid of disturbing her sweet dream.

I bent down, leaned forward, and gently pulled the blanket up for her.

Tuck it in.

His fingers paused, the fingertips lingering on her arm for a moment, feeling the delicate touch and slight warmth, before he withdrew them.

He lowered his head and placed a light kiss on her smooth forehead.

Without any desire, only the purest tenderness and affection.

Goodnight, Mom.

He then turned and left, disappearing at the end of the corridor. The door closed gently behind him with a soft "click".

He didn't notice that Liu Erlong's eyebrows twitched slightly.

Bibi Dong sat inside the main hall.

Night had fallen, and the main hall was empty and silent, its high dome disappearing into the darkness.

Only a few eternal lamps burned dimly in the corners, their flames swaying gently in the breeze, enveloping the entire hall in a hazy yellow light, with light and shadow slowly flowing across the walls.

Ancient murals adorn the high dome, with the images of gods appearing and disappearing in the light and shadow, as if telling some ancient story.

Bibi Dong sat on that huge chair with a high back, carved with intricate patterns.

She leaned back slightly, one hand resting on the armrest.

Her fingers were long and slender, with fair skin and dark red nail polish.

He tapped the handrail unintentionally, making a crisp, clear tapping sound.

The echoes reverberated in the empty hall, striking the walls and bouncing back, creating layers upon layers of reverberations.

A glint flashed in her eyes, and her lips curved slightly, revealing a faint smile.

His smile held a hint of mockery and ambition, his sharpness concealed.

Her fingers stopped tapping.

The main hall was deathly silent.

Who's in charge of this Spirit Hall?

After a day of fermentation, Yue Qingge's divine beauty had spread far and wide.

The three upper sects of Douluo Continent were all discussing him.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect and the Clear Sky Sect held many reservations about him, their words filled with suspicion and disdain. (The Clear Sky Sect in this story has not yet gone into seclusion.)

What real skills could a twelve-year-old child possibly have?

It's probably just an empty reputation created by the Spirit Hall.

However, Ning Fengzhi, the sect leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, had different thoughts.

If—and I mean if—that young man were to become a Title Douluo, and with the assistance of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, becoming the number one sect in the world might not be impossible.

Ning Fengzhi sat in his study, his fingers gently caressing the tea leaves.

At the rim of the cup, his gaze was distant and profound, his mind somewhat active.

The moonlight streaming through the window shone on his slightly furrowed brows, revealing a few lines of deep thought.

The two Douluo, Jian Gu and Dui, stood silently on either side, naturally understanding what their sect leader was thinking.

That was a gamble, a gamble on the future of the sect, a gamble on the entire continent's格局 (geju, a term referring to the overall situation or landscape).

Chen Xin stood with her hands behind her back, her posture as straight as a pine tree, her long silver hair swaying slightly in the night breeze.

His gaze was fixed on the distant direction of the Spirit Hall, where lights twinkled like a giant beast crouching in the darkness, ready to devour everything at any moment.

His voice was low and calm: "You need to understand that making this choice is tantamount to taking sides. We are well aware of the Spirit Hall's wolfish ambitions. Moreover, there seem to be some rumors circulating within their ranks; the situation is quite murky."

Ning Fengzhi rubbed his temples, feeling a bit of a headache, and sighed after a long while:

"Forget it, I'll take Rongrong over to see her tomorrow. If it works out, great; if not, oh well."

As he spoke, his gaze fell on a yellowed map on the table, and his fingertip lightly tapped the location of Wuhun City, placing a chess piece.

Chapter Ninety-Two: Don't do anything reckless, I said it's okay.

Yue Qingge has returned to her room from Liu Erlong's dormitory.

As night deepened, he sat on the edge of the soft couch, recalling that beautiful figure at dusk.

The woman had a slender figure, and her ice phoenix wings shimmered in the twilight. He frowned slightly, still puzzled. He felt that the figure seemed familiar, but he couldn't quite place it.

With a flick of his finger, a cleansing spell silently descended, a pale blue light brushing over his body, carrying away the fatigue and dust of the day.

Then, he fell straight backward, sinking into the soft quilt, staring blankly at the ceiling, his thoughts drifting.

Upon seeing this, Xue Di emerged from his spiritual sea of ​​consciousness.

Her figure slowly coalesced in mid-air, her long silver-white hair cascading down like a waterfall, and her icy blue eyes gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

She landed on the soft couch, her skirt billowing like clouds, tilting her head to look at him, a faint smile playing on her lips.

"The person you met before had some flaws in their martial spirit."

Xue Di's voice carried a hint of languor, "You can use this to make some requests to her."

Yue Qingge's gaze lingered on her delicate profile for a moment before turning back to look at the ceiling: "I don't recognize anyone now."

Thinking about this is pointless. It'll probably cause a lot of trouble later.

Xue Di smiled gently. She sat down facing me on the soft couch, crossed her legs, and spread her skirt out like a blooming white lotus.

She reached out her finger and gently tapped Yue Qingge's forehead: "Leave those to me."

"Mm." Yue Qingge responded, her gaze fixed on her face, and neither of them spoke again.

The moonlight flowed silently, casting the two people's shadows on the wall.

Until there was a knock on the door.

"Knock knock knock one one"

Three sounds, neither too loud nor too soft, carrying a cautious, tentative tone.

"Junior brother, open the door." Hu Liena's voice was low in the night, carrying a hint of shyness and nervousness.

Yue Qingge paused, her expression somewhat strange, and the corner of her mouth twitched slightly.

He sat up, cleared his throat, and said with a hint of surprise, "Please come in, the door isn't locked."

In an all-girls college, why would he, a guy, lock the door?

Anyone who wants to come should think it over carefully.

With a creak, the door was gently pushed open. Hu Liena stood abruptly in front of Yue Qingge.

She wore a white long dress that reached her ankles, and her long hair was draped over her shoulders with slightly curled ends, which made her charming little face even more exquisite.

A hint of shyness lingered in her eyes, her eyelashes lowered, casting soft shadows on her cheeks. Her fingers unconsciously curled, twisting the hem of her skirt.

With a slight blush on her cheeks, she stood there like a white rose quietly blooming in the night, pure yet alluring, shy yet bold.

Xue Di went back the moment Hu Liena entered.

In the middle of the night, a man and a woman alone together—it's obvious what's going to happen.

She consciously blocked out her senses.

Yue Qingge stared at her elaborately dressed appearance, somewhat lost in thought.

The moonlight fell on her, giving her a silvery-white halo. Her white dress fluttered gently in the breeze, outlining the budding curves of a young girl.

Her waist was slender, and her chest was slightly rounded. His gaze moved from her face to her shy, bashful eyes.