"Don't worry. This time, I won't leave."
Dai Yao's words exploded in Bibi Dong's heart like a muffled thunderclap, and a thick warmth surged like a volcanic eruption, instantly filling her entire being.
Her heart, once riddled with wounds and sunk in deathly silence, actually stirred with a trace of life again.
"I... I'll never let you leave again..."
Bibi Dong's voice trembled as she spoke.
Her beautiful eyes stared fixedly at Dai Yao, as if afraid he might leave.
The hand Dai Yao had braced around Bibi Dong's waist stiffened a little. If he moved it upward, although it would be Bibi Dong's jade back, his arm would inevitably brush against the peaks in front of her. If he moved it downward, it would be those lifted, rounded buttocks.
Bibi Dong was his close friend, but wasn't this posture a little too intimate? Whether he moved up or down, neither seemed very appropriate.
Dai Yao glanced at the bleeding hole in Bibi Dong's chest, coughed lightly, and said, "Get up first and use Soul Power to close the wound on your chest."
Under Dai Yao's astonished gaze, Bibi Dong actually nodded somewhat obediently. Then she mobilized her Soul Power, and the bloody hole in her chest began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.
This was the current Pope of Spirit Hall, standing above tens of thousands, and in the near future, she would be the ruler who unified the entire continent. Yet before him, she showed such a docile attitude. It was truly too inconceivable! Moreover, in the original work, Bibi Dong had always been absolute in her word, with no one daring to refute her. The incident in the secret chamber had deeply affected her, making her actions somewhat domineering. Only Yu Xiaogang could