CHAPTER 243: CHAPTER 243: BIBI DONG WANTS TO WIN ONCE, QIAN RENXUE GOES INTO SECLUSION

The light was slightly dim. Bibi Dong’s Martial Soul True Body slowly manifested under the light. It was a kind of an indescribable beauty, both carrying a noble holiness that could not be violated, and also containing a charm that was alluring and deep, like a secluded orchid blooming in the dark night.

Unlike the previous armor form, at this time, Bibi Dong’s Martial Soul True Body was not the hardness of armor, but was a combination of softness and hardness, with a seriousness within its charm, just like a clear spring gurgling under the moonlight, washing away the mortal dust.

Her figure had become more slender. Her skin, under the faint light, seemed to be emitting a faint brilliance. A pair of huge purple light wings slowly unfolded behind her back. Each wing emitted a faint purple light, like the brightest star in the night sky, adding a few points of mystery and majesty to her.

Her posture was graceful, like a fairy in a painting, yet it carried a touch of an indescribable charm. Her skin was fairer than snow, crystal clear, as if the most perfect carving under the moonlight. Her two eyes were deep, yet they held a deep affection, drawing people to sink in. Her red lips parted slightly, her breath like an orchid.

A head of purple beautiful hair was scattered behind her back. Below her snow-white neck was a full and tall, soft bosom. Her slender waist could be held in one grasp. Her two fair, jade-like legs were even more slender. What surprised Lin Feng the most was that on her flat lower abdomen, there was a red pattern, adding a few points of temptation.

So much for a spider girl. How come she feels like a succubus... or the kind of succubus that has been transformed after a fairy has fallen into the mortal world, ethereal yet charming.

Bibi Dong chuckled lightly. Her voice, in the state of her Martial Soul True Body, had become even more pleasant to the ear, like the sound of nature, making one intoxicated. She slowly walked towards Lin Feng, every step a lotus, light and elegant. Yet in her every move, there was a strange charm.

Especially the red pattern under her navel made it so that Lin Feng could no longer move his gaze away.

Her plump, fleshy peach-like buttocks just like that sat between Lin Feng’s legs. Her fair hand first caressed Lin Feng’s chest, touching it lightly, and then climbed up to his neck. The purple crystal wings tightly enveloped the two of them.

Their foreheads touched. Her tender red lips bit the corner of Lin Feng’s mouth.

"Xiao Feng."

"Hmm?"

Lin Feng wrapped his arms around Bibi Dong and asked with a puzzled voice, "What’s wrong?"

"You tell me, when can we have a child?" Bibi Dong lightly licked and kissed the side of Lin Feng’s neck, her two eyes hazy, filled with mist.

Lin Feng gave her a kiss on the lips. "Haven’t we been working hard all along?"

Bibi Dong shook her head, the light gauze on her body slipping off. "It’s not enough. This is also the reason why I want Gu Yuena’s time to be less. I am already far behind, and have even come too late. Just let me win this one time, okay? Today is not my time, but I still want you."

She kissed Lin Feng’s lips. "Let me win this one time. Give me more."

The gentle words carried a warm breath. Bibi Dong’s ethereal voice made the tightly wound string in Lin Feng’s heart finally break.

"Mmph," Bibi Dong let out a muffled groan.

Lin Feng responded domineeringly. Every time he came here, Lin Feng would always have an indescribable feeling. In addition, when Bibi Dong was here, her clothing was even more simple to the extreme, at all times tempting Lin Feng to completely cast aside his reason.

The atmosphere in the secret room changed in a flash. The light of the soul tool also became hazy. An ambiguous atmosphere quickly filled the entire secret room.

Accompanied by the rising and falling gasps, and the heart-stirring low chants, Bibi Dong completely took Lin Feng, simply not wanting to leave a single bit for others to enjoy.

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In the mid-air above the Pope’s Hall, a jade-green figure stood for a moment, and then disappeared from its original spot as if flying.

In a flash, she had returned to the small wooden house. Qing Xuan directly locked herself in her own room. Her ears were completely red. A look of shyness appeared on her peerlessly beautiful face. She said with a charming annoyance, "Scoundrel! Damned little devil! Damned boy! Stinking fellow! Again with her..."

Originally, it was just because she had sensed Bibi Dong’s breakthrough and was very curious about the fluctuation of the True Qi. She had wanted to go over to investigate. But she had just happened to have run into a shy-making moment.

"Are you sick? Are you sick? Damn it! You never add a soundproof domain before you start. You have to wait until you’ve really started to add it! Damn it!"

In fact, if it weren’t for someone with a high cultivation, they simply wouldn’t have been able to hear the sound there. It was she herself who had extended her own divine sense there, which was how she had heard some of the desire-inducing moans.

Of course, it was also possible that Bibi Dong had done it on purpose.

Qing Xuan’s jade-like hands clenched into fists, forcefully hitting the pillow beside her. Her heart was both shy and annoyed, yet inexplicably, there was a trace of envy and longing.

"That kind of thing, is it so wonderful? Between a husband and wife, do they really have to do that kind of thing..."

Her sandalwood mouth was slightly agape. At this moment, Qing Xuan was actually like a little girl from the mortal world. She fell onto the bed, burying her pretty head in the soft pillow, her heart in a mess.

At this moment, the emotions in Qing Xuan’s heart were like a churning wave. There was both a shyness and an incomprehension for the secret matter, and also a shock and a confusion for her own producing this kind of emotion. In her heart, it was as if a thousand fine threads were pulling at her thoughts, making it impossible for her to calm down.

She thought of her previous incomprehension and curiosity for that kind of thing, thought of her various guesses and imaginations about the relationship between a husband and wife.

However, in this period of time witnessing the interaction between Lin Feng and his beauties, her heart, on the contrary, had not, as expected, been stirred up by a huge wave. On the contrary, it was shrouded in an indescribable emotion.

Qing Xuan felt that her heart was as if split in two. One part was laughing at her own naivety and ignorance. The other part was silently bearing that inexplicable envy and longing. She didn’t understand why she would have such an emotion, let alone how to face and handle these complex psychological fluctuations.

She thought of the stories she had heard during this period, those stories about love, marriage, and family. They appeared in her mind one by one, trying to answer the confusion in her heart.

Unfortunately, Qing Xuan discovered that she simply could not use those stories to interpret her feelings at this moment. Her mood was like a lake’s surface blown by the wind, with ripples in succession, unable to be calmed.

"I clearly also have a so-called partner. But is that a home?"

In this kind of entanglement and melancholy, Qing Xuan felt an unprecedented loneliness and helplessness.

She wanted to find someone to confide in, but was afraid of revealing her own scars; she wanted to seek liberation, but did not know where to start. Thus, she could only once again bury herself deep in her quilt, hoping to use darkness and silence to swallow her troubles and worries.

Time quietly flowed by. Qing Xuan’s thoughts were still constantly churning. The sound she had accidentally heard echoed in her ears. Her cheeks gradually turned crimson.

She fiercely poked her head out from the pillow.

"Hoo—"

She cautiously came to the side of the desk. First, like a thief with a guilty conscience, she poked her head out from the side of the window, looked around, and after confirming that there was no one, only then did she gently put down the wooden stick that was propping up the window, and then tiptoed back to the side of the desk.

Clearly, with just a thought, she could know if there was anyone paying attention here. Yet she still acted in this way.

Perhaps she was afraid that the fluctuation of her divine sense would on the contrary attract the attention of others? After all, here, there was Gu Yuena, a god.

Qing Xuan took out a relatively new book from the drawer. On the cover, in an ancient and simple font, were written the few large characters "Deep Love, Shallow Fate." This was one of the two books that the other party had forcefully stuffed to her when she had been talking with Ling Yuan and the others before.

At that time, she had only thought it was a simple gift. However, she remembered Ling Yuan had said, "If you are ever feeling vexed, you can read this book."

Thus, she took it out again. She gently opened the book pages, reading word by word.

"Love does not know where it begins, but it goes ever deeper..." Qing Xuan muttered in a low voice, an inexplicable sourness welling up in her heart.

The simple opening, on the contrary, had caused her heartstrings to be moved again. These few words seemed to have a magic power, making her gaze continue to roam along the text. Every sentence was as if it had directly touched the softest part of her heart.

The emotions described in the book were delicate and profound, making her can’t help but think of all the things between herself and Little Zi. The moments that she had once thought she had already forgotten were at this moment replaying in her mind like a movie.

"The living can die, and the dead can live. To be born and unable to be with the dead, to die and be unable to be resurrected, are all not the ultimate of love," when Qing Xuan read to this point, her heart was even more so in a state of agitation.

Although her cultivation was profound, and she was a God-King of the Divine Realm, in matters of affection, she was always like a beginner, lost and yet longing.

She put down the book and stared blankly at the night sky outside the window, her thoughts myriad. She began to think, between herself and Little Zi, had there really been such a deep emotion? Or was that just her own wishful thinking?

Qing Xuan closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm the waves in her heart.

However, the images of Lin Feng and Bibi Dong, Lin Feng and Gu Yuena, were like a nightmare, unable to be dispelled. She knew she shouldn’t be jealous, let alone envious, but that indescribable emotion was like a weed growing wildly in the bottom of her heart.

She picked up the book again, trying to find a trace of comfort from the text. However, this time, she discovered that she was already unable to calm down and read anymore. Her thoughts were like a wild horse that had broken its rein, uncontrollably rushing in the direction she both longed for and was afraid of.

"What on earth is wrong with me?" Qing Xuan secretly asked in her heart.

She knew she shouldn’t be like this, but she couldn’t get rid of that strange emotion. She felt as if she had been torn in two. One half was rationally telling her that she should let go. The other half was crazily longing for that unknown emotion.

In the end, Qing Xuan powerlessly put down the book, put it away, and let her own thoughts drift in the air.

"Chapter Two: Mother Ye’s Strategy Guide, Ling Yuan’s Enhanced Version."

This was the original name of the "Chapter Two" that Qing Xuan was holding at this moment.

When she first opened it, she did not turn to the first page, but to a middle part. Her pupils, however, fiercely shrank. She fiercely closed it, her eyes full of a panicked look. Her pink vermilion lips continuously opened and closed.

"This, this, this..."

"Was this swapped?" Qing Xuan looked at the cover of the book with a slight tremble. "That’s right..."

She bit her lower lip tightly, the look of shyness and annoyance in her eyes even heavier. She gritted her teeth and said, "The beauties of this fellow are also not proper people. Damn it..."

She fiercely threw this "Chapter Two" to the ground and even forcefully stomped on it a few times.

After venting, Qing Xuan pretended not to care and once again picked up that "Chapter Two: Mother Ye’s Strategy Guide, Ling Yuan’s Enhanced Version." Her eyes flickered uncertainly, as if she were trying hard to calm the waves in her heart.

She lightly bit her lower lip, as if competing with herself. In the end, she still couldn’t help but open the book pages and quickly browse through the content.

As long as I flip fast enough, then I haven’t seen it...

The content in the book made her cheeks even more crimson. She gritted her teeth tightly, her breathing slightly heavy. She cursed silently in her heart, yet was inexplicably attracted. The indescribable shame and desire intertwined, making her feel an unprecedented confusion.

On a certain page, "This... this is impossible," Qing Xuan muttered in a low voice, her fingers tightly pinching the book page, as if wanting to tear it to shreds.

However, she did not really do so. On the contrary, she continued to flip downwards. Her movements had even slowed down. Her eyes revealed an indescribable obsession.

"What... what am I reading..." Qing Xuan fiercely closed the book and forcefully shook her head.

"A demonic book! No! This kind of thing that harms the world must not exist in this world!"

A glowing brilliance appeared in Qing Xuan’s hand. She seemed to want to completely destroy this book to eliminate the turmoil in her heart. However, just at the instant the light was about to touch the book, Qing Xuan’s movement fiercely paused, a trace of hesitation flashing in her eyes.

"To just destroy it like this... what if this book appears again in the future, and I can’t identify it? I’ll just seal it here. If I see something similar in the outside world later, I’ll take it out for comparison and then directly destroy it..."

Qing Xuan muttered in a low voice, and then quickly put the two books into her own storage device, placing them in the deepest, deepest place.

"Ling Yuan..."

The image of Ling Yuan’s smiling face appeared in her mind. She was annoyed in her heart. "This fellow is really the one among this stinking fellow Lin Feng’s beauties who is best at teasing people!"

"Look at that Ah Yin, she wouldn’t be like this. Really... hoo—"

She let out a hot breath, closed her eyes, and sorted out her thoughts for a while. Immediately, she opened the room door and once again returned to the side of the lake shore in the small wooden house.

This time, however, she was looking in the direction of the Pope’s Hall, quietly lost in thought. It was unknown what she was thinking.

At night, Lin Feng and Bibi Dong, who had at the same time returned to the small wooden house, were attracted by the Qing Xuan who was still sitting on the green stone.

Lin Feng and Bibi Dong looked at each other, and the two at the same time walked forward and asked, "Qing Xuan, it’s already very late. Dinner over there is already ready. Why are you still sitting here? Is there something on your mind?" Lin Feng’s voice was gentle and concerned, trying to break Qing Xuan’s deep thought.

Bibi Dong also softly chimed in, "That’s right, Qing Xuan. If there’s anything, you can tell us. Perhaps we can help you share some of it."

Qing Xuan slowly came back to her senses. Her gaze flowed over the two of them. She shook her head slightly. "It’s nothing."

She stood up and walked towards Lin Feng and the others. As she passed by Lin Feng’s side, she fiercely transmitted her voice, "Hateful little thief! So annoying!"

"Huh?"

Lin Feng’s eyebrow raised. He stroked his chin, a little unable to get his head around it. Me, have I done anything?

Strange...

At night, in Qian Renxue’s room.

"Xiao Feng, I’m preparing to go into seclusion."

"Seclusion?"

"Mmm. To complete the next two divine trials and to break through to Soul Douluo."