Bibi Dong's Overwhelming Killing Intent, an Ordinary Day

That night.

Lu Mingchuan pulled Huang Quan, whom he had not seen for many days, into his arms.

What followed was something everyone was delighted to see. (N words omitted here.) Unlike Lu Mingchuan, Bibi Dong was tossing and turning in her bedchamber, unable to settle down.

Voices constantly clamored in her mind, urging her to kill Lu Mingchuan as soon as possible.

"I know. I'll definitely kill Lu Mingchuan, the one who harmed Xiao Gang."

"So there's no need to rush."

She spoke in a suppressed tone, as though talking to someone unknown, then rubbed her head in discomfort.

She got out of bed, walked to the table, and poured herself a cup of water.

Moonlight spilled down, outlining her voluptuous figure beneath her nightgown.

"Gulp, gulp."

She downed the cool tea in large mouthfuls to replenish the fluids she had just lost, then slowly sat at the table and stared blankly at the remaining tea in the cup.

The tea slowly rippled. In a daze, she seemed to see the face of the young Yu Xiaogang.

"Xiao Gang."

For some unknown reason, the eyes of Bibi Dong—the Pope who had appeared so solemn during the day—were now filled with deep bewilderment.

But in the next instant, Yu Xiaogang's face in the cup became Lu Mingchuan's handsome face.

She immediately snapped out of it and clenched her teeth as she crushed the teacup in her hand.

"Lu Mingchuan."

Her hatred for him deepened further, until flames of hatred burned in her eyes.

Within the God Realm, a pitch-black figure let out several soft laughs at the sight before departing.

Only after the pain in her mind subsided for a while did Bibi Dong lie back down and fall asleep again.

The next day.

Lu Mingchuan pulled his head free