That was to say, Du Bai had to come up with a reason and offer a plausible, well-crafted explanation.
Otherwise, Bibi Dong would not accept it.
If he explained it well enough and argued just right,
Bibi Dong might not find it unacceptable.
At that moment, Bibi Dong lightly tapped the ground with her jade-like feet, and her entire delicate body soared toward Du Bai.
Du Bai was also a Soul Douluo. As he was lifted by the fluctuations of Bibi Dong's Soul Power, he had already prepared to adjust his body.
Du Bai steadied himself and dressed as quickly as he could.
By the time Bibi Dong's beautiful figure reached him, Du Bai had just finished putting on the last piece of clothing.
"Du Bai, what good deed did you just do?!"
Bibi Dong shouted angrily as she released her First Martial Soul, the Death Spider Emperor.
Eight soul rings—yellow, purple, purple, purple, black, black, black, and black—frenziedly pulsed around her delicate body.
Her peerless face was frosty as ice as she stared coldly and angrily at Du Bai.
If Du Bai gave a suitably convincing explanation and gave Bibi Dong a way to save face, nothing would happen.
Otherwise, a fierce battle might break out.
Facing Bibi Dong's piercingly cold gaze,
Du Bai's heart tightened, and the large bulge at that spot quietly subsided as well.
Du Bai now looked as though he were facing a formidable enemy. Every muscle in his body tensed, and he became serious and composed.
Taking a deep breath, Du Bai began to explain.
"Bibi Dong, listen to my argu—explanation!"
"Speak!"
Bibi Dong spat out a single icy word, like a hailstone smashing hard into Du Bai.
"Bibi Dong, I actually like you!"
"I did this because I wanted you to remember me,