With his current status, Qian Xunji could still summon a few Titled Douluo to protect himself. After all, he was still the Pope of Spirit Hall, not Bibi Dong.
The only thing was, Qian Xunji couldn't be sure whether those people would remain loyal to him after seeing how badly injured he was, or whether they would defect to Bibi Dong!
So, to be safe, after thinking it over again and again, Qian Xunji decided not to summon anyone to protect him. Instead, he would ask his predecessor's father for help.
After all, the man was strong enough to protect him, and he could also guarantee that he wouldn't hurt him!
But before he could begin his plan to save himself, he heard a set of light footsteps outside the secret chamber.
At the same time, a clear, melodious voice reached Qian Xunji's ears, accompanied by the footsteps.
"Teacher, it's time to take your medicine!"
Hearing that familiar voice, Qian Xunji couldn't help shuddering. Then his face turned deathly pale.
Not from excitement, but from fear!
Because the owner of that voice was none other than... Bibi Dong!
The beloved disciple his predecessor had personally raised for more than a decade!
The Bibi Dong who would betray Spirit Hall for some useless scumbag!
The Bibi Dong who would kill him in the future!
What should he do?!
Should he pretend no one was in the secret chamber, or refuse to open the door?
If he pretended no one was there, would she barge in to check?
If he refused to open the door, what if he angered her completely? He couldn't beat her right now!
For a moment, countless thoughts seemed to churn through Qian Xunji's mind, leaving him unable to decide what to do.
Then Bibi Dong's clear, melodious voice rang out from beyond the door again.
"Teacher, I know you're in there!"
Hearing this, Qian Xunji's expression darkened. He knew he couldn't hide from her this time.
Gritting his teeth, Qian Xunji made his decision.
If he couldn't hide, then he'd just have to take a chance!
He refused to believe that, as a transmigrator, he couldn't handle one woman!
With that thought, Qian Xunji took a deep breath, stood up, and opened the secret chamber door. "Come in."
As the door swung open, an absolutely beautiful figure came into view. She held an ornate tray, on which sat a porcelain bowl giving off a faint, fragrant aroma.
Her fair skin, exquisite features as if sculpted by the gods, near-perfect face, long legs, and flawless figure all spoke of her beauty.
The intangible air of nobility and holiness she exuded was especially striking, making people feel an urge to bow down and worship her.
Everything about her made her seem utterly extraordinary.
Even Qian Xunji, who considered himself well-versed in adult films, couldn't help losing focus for a moment at the sight of such a beauty.
Fortunately, he hadn't forgotten that she had come to kill him. Otherwise, he really might have been blinded by her beauty.
Forcing down the stirrings in his heart, Qian Xunji took the tray from Bibi Dong and said "gratefully," "Dong'er, you're so thoughtful! But didn't the servants usually bring me my medicine? Why did you bring it yourself today?"
As he spoke, Qian Xunji returned to where he had been sitting and casually set the tray on a nearby table.
There was no way he was drinking it!
The story of Wu Dalang and Pan Jinlian was still fresh in his mind. How could he dare drink it?
Who knew what was in there? What if she'd added a poison potent enough to kill a Titled Douluo?
He didn't want to die less than a day after transmigrating!
And what if there was nothing in it, and it was just a bowl of ordinary medicinal soup?
Sorry, but Qian Xunji didn't dare take that gamble, and he couldn't afford to.
"It's nothing. Taking care of you is simply my duty as your disciple. I was already neglectful for not coming before; how could I keep letting the servants do it for me?"
Seeing that Qian Xunji hadn't drunk the medicine and had instead set it aside, a glimmer flickered in Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes. Had this man figured something out? Or had he been pretending to be injured from the start, just to trick her?
Whether he was truly injured, only pretending, or had actually seen through her plan, she'd know as soon as she tested him.
With that thought, Bibi Dong took a few graceful steps toward the table where the medicinal soup sat.
"But what about you, Teacher? Aren't you going to drink it now? If it gets cold, it won't work as well."
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