The Helpless Xiao Wu, Bibi Dong's Pleasure

"A-Qing!!!"

A scream burst from her throat.

Xiao Wu couldn't care less about anything else; only one thought remained in her mind: rush over, pull A-Qing away, and push that woman away!

She darted out like an arrow released from a bow.

"?"

Upon hearing the noise, Bibi Dong froze.

A flash of ferocity, startled, crossed his Purple Eyes.

The next second, a chilling killing intent, like a tangible blade, instantly enveloped the entire open space.

She didn't even get up; she simply raised her left hand and clenched her fist in mid-air.

A terrifying suction force appeared out of nowhere.

"Woo!"

Xiao Wu's body, which had rushed out, suddenly stopped, and then she flew back uncontrollably.

"Smack!"

A cold hand gripped my neck, and I was thrown to the ground, feeling weightless.

"Well!"

A feeling of suffocation welled up inside Xiao Wu, and her face turned bright red.

She tried desperately to pry the hand off, but it wouldn't budge, like an iron clamp.

The Titled Douluo's Soul Power suppressed her so much that she couldn't even release her Martial Soul; she could only struggle in vain.

She stared intently at the face beneath the black robe.

She recognized that face—it was A-Qing's Master, that mysterious and powerful Titled Douluo woman!

"You..."

Xiao Wu's voice, trembling with tears, was squeezed out through clenched teeth.

"Aren't you... his Master?"

Why did you treat A-Qing like this?!

Every word was laced with trembling fury.

Bibi Dong looked down at her, her Purple Eyes devoid of any emotion.

She didn't even answer, but instead increased the pressure on her hands, pressing Xiao Wu's entire head into the mud.

explain?

unnecessary.

Since we've been seen, let this girl see it clearly.

Make sure you know who A-Qing originally belonged to.

Observe carefully what kind of look she should use, what her status is, and where she should stand.

A hint of morbid madness surfaced from the depths of his eyes.

Yes, that's it!

Let this girl watch, open her eyes wide and watch carefully.

Watch how she touches A-Qing, watch how she possesses A-Qing.

Watching her cry, watching her struggle, watching her helplessness.

The thought of that scene alone is enough to send shivers of excitement through me.

"A-Qing... A-Qing..."

Xiao Wu's intermittent sobs were muffled by the mud.

Tears mixed with dirt smeared all over his face, but his eyes remained stubbornly open, fixed on Lin Qingmo's direction.

She hates it!

I hate this woman, I hate her hypocrisy, I hate her madness.

I hate myself even more, I hate that I'm too weak, so weak that I can't even protect the people I care about.

And... and this woman was so skilled, it was clearly not her first time.

This realization was like a knife stabbing deep into Xiao Wu's heart.

She cried even harder, her shoulders trembling, but even her voice was suppressed by her Soul Power.

I don't know how much time passed.

It might take a long time, or it might only take a few minutes.

Bibi Dong finally stopped.

She let out a long sigh of relief, the madness in her eyes slowly fading, replaced by a deep, unfathomable calm.

She pulled a silk handkerchief from her sleeve and slowly wiped Lin Qingmo's mouth and body.

The movements were as gentle as if handling a fragile treasure.

Then she released her grip and lifted her hold on Xiao Wu.

"Cough... cough cough..."

As soon as Xiao Wu was free, she scrambled to Lin Qingmo's side.

She hugged the boy tightly, tears streaming down her face and neck.

"A-Qing... A-Qing..."

His voice was hoarse from shouting.

Bibi Dong stood up, the hem of her black robe trailing on the ground.

She looked down at the two people embracing, her tone as cold as the winter wind.

"Keep today's events to yourself."

"You!"

Xiao Wu suddenly looked up, her bloodshot eyes staring at her.

"If you dare tell A-Qing, or anyone else, I'll make you wish you were dead."

Bibi Dong's voice was soft, yet every word carried the weight of death.

"..."

Xiao Wu's lips were trembling.

She wanted to curse, to yell, to rush up and tear this woman's face apart.

But reason held her back— Titled Douluo was a height she could never reach, no matter how hard she tried.

Even if she told her, would A-Qing believe her?

What happens after you believe her? You turn against your Master? And then this woman kidnaps you?

Bibi Dong's madness and possessiveness towards A-Qing terrified her.

She dared not gamble.

More importantly... she was afraid of hurting A-Qing's feelings.

How much pain would that boy, who always smiled and patted her head, feel if he knew his beloved Master had done such a thing to him?

Xiao Wu dared not think about it.

She bit her lower lip hard until she tasted blood.

Finally, she lowered her head and didn't say a word.

Bibi Dong's lips curled into a very faint smile.

Very well-behaved.

Like Ah Yin before her, they chose to remain silent.

Such similar pleasures.

"Take good care of him."

She glanced at Lin Qingmo one last time, her eyes as complex as a deep pool.

"He'll wake up soon."

After speaking, Bibi Dong's black robe swirled, and her figure disappeared into the depths of the dense forest.

Xiao Wu hugged Lin Qingmo for a long time.

She only snapped back to reality when the boy in her arms' eyelashes trembled.

She hurriedly wiped away the tears on her face.

"Um..."

Lin Qingmo frowned and slowly opened his eyes.

His vision was still a little blurry, but he felt someone holding him, and the back of his head was resting on something soft.

The familiar scent made him subconsciously relax.

"Xiao Wu?"

He blinked and saw the face so close to his.

What are you doing here? Where is my Master?

"!"

Xiao Wu's heart skipped a beat.

She forced a smile, even though it was incredibly stiff.

"I... I just arrived."

The voice was still hoarse.

Knowing she was lying, she avoided looking Lin Qingmo in the eye on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, her gaze unconsciously drifting towards the tree beside her.

"Your Master has passed away. She said she wanted me to take care of you."

They're gone.

Lin Qingmo felt a little disappointed.

He wanted to stay with his Master a little longer to properly thank her for helping him fuse his Soul Bone.

However, the Master is always so elusive, so it's already quite an achievement that he managed to come all this way.

He tried to sit up by pushing himself up from the ground, but his body felt weak and sore.

That feeling... seems familiar?

"A-Qing, are you alright?"

Xiao Wu asked nervously, her hand still holding his arm.

"No, it's just a little sour."

Lin Qingmo smiled and stretched his shoulders.

"The fusion of the Soul Bone may have consumed too much energy."

A thought flashed through his mind.

The skin on my back felt slightly warm, and eight emerald-green spider legs silently emerged from the void.

This time, the clothes weren't torn; the Spider Spear seemed to pass through a curtain of water, extending directly from inside the clothing to the outside.

Emerald green light flowed across the spider's legs.

With a gentle tap of the Spider Spear on the ground, Lin Qingmo was lifted up.

He hovered in mid-air, his eight spider legs swaying slightly like a living creature, maintaining his balance.

Lin Qingmo himself was surprised.

"This way of moving is much less strenuous than walking."

Xiao Wu looked up at him, her eyes wide open.

"A-Qing, this is..."

"External Soul Bone, Emerald Eight Spider Lances."

Lin Qingmo controlled the spider legs to lower himself and reached out to touch one of them.

"This is what I just fused with. My Master obtained it by accident during the process of hunting for my Fourth Spirit Ring."

After hearing this, Xiao Wu's eyes lit up; she was genuinely happy for Lin Qingmo.

"That's great! A-Qing, you're so lucky!"

If... if that hadn't happened, she would definitely be jumping up and hugging him, shouting and celebrating.

But now... she could only suppress her excitement and replace it with a fairly natural smile.

The secret weighed heavily on my heart, like a stone blocking my throat, both heavy and suffocating.