Zhu Zhuqing: Did I Come at the Wrong Time?

[Daddy Douluo]: Sigh, don't even mention it.

Lin Qingmo was actually sprawled on a chair in the dormitory, with his legs propped up high.

He scratched his chin while scribbling aimlessly on the Light Screen with his fingers.

[Daddy Douluo]: Anyway, the transmigration was quite sudden. I closed my eyes and opened them again, and wow, I was in a completely different world.

He thought for a moment, then added another sentence.

[Daddy Douluo]: Our Chat Group came over with it too, isn't that amazing?

After typing all that, he paused, Tang San's face flashing through his mind.

[Daddy Douluo]: I'm guessing there's some big shot pulling the strings behind this, like a God King or the Will of Douluo Planet, something like Tang San's situation?

[Daddy Douluo]: But I'm still too weak right now; I can't even begin to understand the strategies of the big shots.

The cold light still shone in the Secret Chamber of the Crown Prince Mansion.

Qian Renxue stared at those few lines of text, her brow furrowed so deeply it could trap a mosquito.

"Transmigrating in a flash?"

Each word exudes a frivolous and cynical air, completely out of place in the real world she inhabits.

What's even more jarring are the words "God King".

God King? An existence above the God? What kind of concept is that?

In the records of the Douluo Continent, becoming a god is already the pinnacle of legend; God King... is unheard of.

"What is this person saying? Who is he?"

Her fingertips hovered above the cold input box, slightly clenched.

A strong urge surged up, wanting to ask questions, to question, to tear apart this absurdity and see it clearly.

But she managed to suppress it.

Because of fear.

Fear of the unknown.

A sense of apprehension about this "Chat Group" that transcends the realm of comprehension.

This led her to choose the safest course of action—silence.

She simply watched quietly, like a hunter lurking in the shadows, observing every movement.

After a brief silence in the group, Bibi Dong's message came through.

[The Pope Herself]: In short, that's A-Qing's situation. The time travel is a fact, and dwelling on the reasons is pointless. What we can do now is use the information we each have to help him gain a foothold in the Douluo Continent.

[Daddy Douluo]: With you guys around, I feel much more at ease.

He abruptly changed the subject and called out names.

[Daddy Douluo]: By the way, @Golden Liquid Angel, @ Yanzi ~, I'm saying, I've already transmigrated to the Douluo Continent, don't you two have any questions for me?

He sent a winking emoji.

[Daddy Douluo]: This is a rare opportunity!

"?"

Qian Renxue looked completely bewildered.

What are you asking?

What could I possibly have to say to a complete stranger like you?

She took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

The other party has clearly mistaken you for someone else.

Turning against me now and questioning me is tantamount to revealing my identity.

[Golden Liquid Angel]: There's just too much information. Traveling through worlds... it's unbelievable. I need time to process it; my mind is a bit of a mess.

Almost simultaneously, another message popped up.

[Yanzi ~]: Same here, let me catch my breath first.

In the dormitory, after posting the follow-up reply "Me too," Dugu Yan pursed her lips.

He thought to himself, "Besides saying it's a mess, what else can I say? I'm even more of a mess than you!"

[Daddy Douluo]: Okay, okay, I understand. After all, this is indeed quite surreal.

In his memory, Yanzi and Little Angel should be a fanatical female fan of Dugu Yan and Qian Renxue, and should logically be bombarded with countless questions.

He's being so reserved today, he must have been genuinely frightened.

He didn't think much of it and yawned.

[Daddy Douluo]: You guys take it easy for now. It's getting dark here, so I need to take a shower and get ready for bed.

After he finished speaking, the Light Screen went dark in front of him.

He stretched and said to Xiao Wu, who was secretly watching him from the bed, "Xiao Wu, I'm going to take a shower first," before heading towards the bathroom.

Completely unaware of the uproar his casual remark had stirred up in several other places.

"I?!"

Dugu Yan almost jumped up from her chair.

His eyes were fixed on the last few lines of text on the Light Screen: "Questions related to Qian Renxue and Dugu Yan."

Dugu Yan?

He knows me!

Not only do they know each other, but judging from their tone, they seem quite familiar, and they even seem to think I should be interested in my affairs?

A chill crept up my spine, a mixture of immense absurdity and alarm.

"What does he want me to ask? What does he know? Is the ' Dugu Yan ' he speaks of me, this Dugu Yan, or...?"

Countless questions were swirling in my throat.

I almost recklessly pressed them for answers.

But the "Daddy Douluo" avatar went gray.

She held her breath in her chest for a long while before finally letting it out forcefully.

"Don't rush!"

She kept telling herself that.

The friend or foe is unclear, and the strength of the enemy is unknown.

This Chat Group is too weird, and this "A-Qing" is too strange.

We must first figure out what this is and what their purpose is.

Revealing yourself rashly could mean you die without even knowing how.

She turned off the Light Screen screen, plunging the room into darkness.

Only the sound of rapid breathing was exceptionally clear in the silence.

On the other side.

The Secret Chamber of the Crown Prince Mansion Heaven Dou City.

The air suddenly froze.

Qian Renxue sat upright, and the faint golden light around her seemed to freeze for a moment.

All the confusion and absurdity on her face were replaced by a cold sharpness the moment she heard her real name.

Qian Renxue...

This name is a top secret even within the Spirit Hall.

Apart from a very few worshippers and elders, ordinary people are unaware of her existence.

This person, who seemed to come from another world and spoke in a A-Qing manner, not only knew about it but also casually mentioned it in an almost familiar tone.

"Why? Who is he? How did he know all this? What is his purpose?"

Countless alarm bells rang wildly in my mind.

Having disguised herself for years and mastered the art of concealment, she felt for the first time the chill of an unknown gaze piercing through her disguise.

"We must find out!"

Her gaze fell on the nickname "Golden Liquid Angel," her expression complex.

This identity, originally intended as a disguise for another identity within the Chat Group, now seems to have become a potential target.

She slowly suppressed all her outward emotions, transforming back into the calm and almost ruthless undercover agent.

But a sharp golden glint flashed silently deep within his eyes.

The Pope Palace in Spirit City.

"Qian Renxue..."

A deep voice overflowed from the Pope Throne, carrying a suppressed tremor, like the calm before a volcanic eruption.

When that name popped up in A-Qing's message, a terrifying aura exploded out of control from Bibi Dong.

The expensive crystal chandeliers in the hall suddenly dimmed.

The air, squeezed by invisible pressure, groaned under the unbearable strain.

The magnificent Pope robes fluttered even without wind.

Her fingers, with their distinct knuckles, trembled slightly as she gripped the Scepter.

Killing intent!

A pure, cold, and unreserved killing intent swept through the entire hall like the frigid winds of the Far North.

But this loss of control lasted only a moment.

Bibi Dong closed her eyes, her chest heaving violently once.

When he opened his eyes again, the surging violence in them had been forcibly suppressed into the deepest part of the ocean.

All that remained was cold rationality and a deeper sense of vigilance.

His breathing calmed down, and the lights in the hall returned to a stable state.

Her gaze was fixed on that name in the Chat Group list—[Golden Liquid Angel].

"Angel... Qian Renxue... could it be you...?"

She asked herself silently, gently biting the inside of her lower lip, tasting a metallic, sweet flavor.

Qian Renxue... If it really is you, if you were in this group, if you heard what A-Qing said...

Bibi Dong's fingertips gently traced the cold gemstone at the top of the Scepter.

A complex mix of emotions, difficult to express, churned deep within his eyes.

Beneath the calm facade, undercurrents have turned into a whirlpool.

The night breeze was a bit cool, and it slipped in through the cracks in the window, causing the candlelight to flicker gently.

The dormitory room was warmly lit.

Lin Qingmo's fingertips were still resting on Xiao Wu's cheek.

The heat emanating from his skin made his fingertips feel slightly hot.

Xiao Wu was almost curled up in his arms, her arms wrapped around his neck, her breath light and rapid, falling all over the crook of his neck.

Their noses almost touched, and they could see their tiny reflections in each other's eyes.

Xiao Wu's ears were as red as ripe cherries, so cute that you wanted to take a bite.

Just when the air was so sweet it felt sticky--

"Knock, knock, knock."

There was a knock on the door.

It wasn't heavy, but it carried a subtle urgency.

Lin Qingmo paused, raising an eyebrow.

Who is it that has such a knack for picking the right time?

He pressed down on Xiao Wu's shoulder and patted it gently, signaling her not to move.

Xiao Wu immediately let go, hurriedly sat up straight, frantically tidied her hair that had fallen behind her ears, and then tugged at her slightly disheveled skirt, her face turning even redder.

Lin Qingmo stood up, straightened his collar which had been slightly ajar, and then went to open the door.

The door was opened a crack.

Standing outside the door was Zhu Zhuqing.

Her dark, fitted outfit almost blended into the shadows of the corridor.

A few stray hairs at her temples, damp with night dew, clung to her fair forehead.

His breathing was slightly unsteady, indicating that he had rushed over.

The moment the door opened, her gaze instinctively swept across the room.

Just then, I saw Xiao Wu with her head down, frantically adjusting her sleeves, the lingering blush on her cheeks clearly visible in the warm yellow candlelight.

"?"

Zhu Zhuqing was visibly stunned for a moment.

Immediately, as if burned, she quickly looked away, her gaze landing on the floor.

His fingers unconsciously clenched the cuffs, the force causing tiny wrinkles to appear in the fabric.

She opened her mouth, her voice several octaves lower than usual, carrying a rare hint of hesitation and embarrassment.

"Did I... arrive at the wrong time?"

The sound was soft, falling gently into the quiet night.

"..."

Lin Qingmo turned strange upon hearing this.

Thinking of a certain famous scene, he almost subconsciously replied, "No, you've come at the perfect time."

Xiao Wu jumped to her feet, forcing an unnatural smile, though the blush wouldn't fade anytime soon.

"No disturbance, no disturbance!"

"Zhu Zhuqing, come in quickly, it's so cold outside."

As I stepped into the house.

Zhu Zhuqing deliberately avoided looking at Lin Qingmo, who was standing by the door, and focused only on the road beneath her feet.

The candlelight cast her slender, tall shadow long on the wall.

She walked to the middle of the room and stopped.

His posture remained upright, yet he inexplicably exuded a sense of awkwardness that seemed out of place in the warm atmosphere.

The air in the room seemed to still retain the lingering warmth and ambiguity from before.

And now, the coolness of the night breeze and a hint of awkwardness have also crept in.

Lin Qingmo closed the door, leaned against it, and glanced at Zhu Zhuqing.

"Sit."

He pointed to the chair, his tone returning to its usual casualness.

"What's up? Just say it. You didn't come all this way just to chat with me and Xiao Wu, did you?"

"Have you run into some trouble?"

Xiao Wu poured a glass of warm water and handed it to Zhu Zhuqing, her eyes filled with concern.

Zhu Zhuqing took the water glass, feeling the warmth emanating from the glass with her fingertips.

She didn't sit down, but simply held the cup and looked up.

This time, her gaze finally met Lin Qingmo's.

The embarrassment that had been in his eyes had faded, replaced by a calm seriousness.

Zhu Zhuqing pursed her lips and said solemnly, "A-Qing, I want to ask you... to help me become stronger!"