Ah Yin: A-Qing Is Different! Bibi Dong: Wait for Me~

At this moment, the message notification tone in the group broke the brief silence.

[Bingbing]: Oh, someone is not thinking about Spirit Ring who is in love with Hundred-Thousand-Year Blue Silver Emperor, right?

A message from Ice Empress pops up.

There was a strong sense of yin and yang in his tone.

You can imagine the playful expression on her cold face through the screen.

There are hints between the lines that Lin Qingmo is up to no good.

The blades of Ah Yin tightened instantly.

She stared at Chat Interface, feeling angry in her heart.

Why is this person like this?

You don't understand anything, so you just talk nonsense!

A-Qing is not that kind of person!

She doesn't allow others to say that A-Qing.

But before she could type, there was a new message in the group.

[Heavenly Snow Woman]: Bingbing, don't talk nonsense.

Snow Empress's message was concise and clear, but his tone was unquestionable and majestic, directly stopping Ice Empress's strange aura.

[Daddy Douluo]: I just went over to take a look. If Ah Yin's condition is stable, I plan to pick her up.

[Daddy Douluo]: When I hunt Fifth Spirit Ring, I will send her back to Blue Silver Forest. Blue Silver Forest and Ah Yin should be able to recover faster.

The moment he saw this sentence, Ah Yin was stunned.

Crystal dewdrops suddenly condensed on her leaves.

One drop, two drops, slowly slid down the veins of the leaves, and dripped into the spring water below, creating circles of tiny ripples.

Those are her tears.

She had stayed in the dark and lightless valley for more than ten years.

There is no sunshine, no similar people, only cold rocks and endless loneliness.

Tang Hao transplanted her there, saying it was to protect her.

But during those ten years, she was like a hidden object, forgotten in a corner and no one cared about it.

No one had ever thought that she wanted to go back to Blue Silver Forest and her own people.

I want to feel the breath of Blue Silver Grass swaying in the wind all over the mountains and plains.

Only A-Qing.

He was the only one who wanted to send her home.[]

Ah Yin felt as if something had hit her heart hard, it was sour and warm, and she was moved to a complete mess.

Her leaves quivered gently, conveying endless emotions.

She can now be 100% sure that A-Qing is definitely not plotting against her Spirit Ring and Soul Bone like Tang Hao.

He really thinks about himself.

He really treats her as an independent individual, a life with feelings, belonging, and desires.

Rather than a "tool" that provides Spirit Ring and Soul Bone.

Even... even if he really needs her Spirit Ring...

Ah Yin's leaves swayed slightly, thinking silently.

"If one day, A-Qing really needs it, I will also be willing to give it."

"A-Qing is worth it."

She murmured softly, and another drop of dew condensed on the leaves.

Those were touching tears.

Spirit Hall.

Inside the Pope Palace, the atmosphere was so solemn that it almost dripped with water.

Bibi Dong sits atop the towering Pope Throne.

Wearing a black Pope robe with complicated patterns embroidered with gold thread, it glowed coldly under the candlelight.

She exuded an icy coercion, making the temperature of the entire hall drop a bit.

His fingers tapped lightly on the armrest of the throne, once, once, in a slow but oppressive rhythm.

Listening to the reports of Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo below with expressionless faces.

"His Holiness the Pope, according to your order, we ambush Tang Hao together with Dugu Bo."

Chrysanthemum Douluo lowered his head, his voice was cautious, and there were fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

"He was seriously injured, and his body was eroded by Dugu Bo's poison, and he finally jumped off the cliff."

"If you jumped from that height and suffered serious injuries, there's a high chance that you're already dead."

"High probability?"

Bibi Dong's voice was very light, but it carried a biting chill.

Those three words came out of her mouth, like three ice needles, piercing Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo's heart.

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo's bodies tensed up instantly, and they didn't even dare to breathe too loudly.

"Yue Guan, Gui Mei."

Bibi Dong's eyes swept over the two of them, with deep dissatisfaction.

"You have followed me for so many years, don't you know that what I want is a certain result, not a 'probability'?"

Tang Hao.

This name is a thorn in her heart.

He is A-Qing's biggest threat.

She couldn't feel at ease as long as he was around.

A person like Tang Hao has a very tough life. How could she give up just by saying "high chance of death"?

Back then, Qian Xunji and several Titled Douluo besieged him, but they failed to kill him. Instead, he killed him.

How could she feel relieved if such a person didn't see the body with her own eyes?

"I know my mistake!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo was sweating more on his forehead.

"It's just that the cliff is bottomless. We sent people to search, but we haven't found the body yet."

"But with that kind of injury and that kind of poison, normal people would never survive..."

"Normal person?"

Bibi Dong interrupted him and sneered, "Is Tang Hao a normal person?"

"Uh..."

Chrysanthemum Douluo was speechless for a moment.

At this moment, Bibi Dong's eyes suddenly stopped.

The interface of Chat Group popped up in front of her, and she happened to see the message sent by Lin Qingmo.

Hunting for Fifth Spirit Ring?

Bibi Dong's eyes lit up instantly.

The dissatisfaction and anger in my heart before were instantly dissipated as if being illuminated by a beam of light.

The corner of her mouth unconsciously evoked a faint smile, and even the pressure around her became much softer.

"A-Qing is about to break through level 50?"

She thought to herself as her fingertips lightly traced the armrest.

This kid's talent is really amazing.

How long will it take to reach level 50?

soon

Bibi Dong came back to his senses, waved his hand, and faced Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo below, his tone regained its previous coldness.

"You guys go down."

"Investigate it carefully. If you are alive, you will see the person, and if you are dead, you will see the corpse. If you let me know that Tang Hao is still alive--"

She paused, her eyes like daggers.

"You yourself know the consequences."

"Yes, His Holiness the Pope!"

Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo As if he had received an amnesty, he quickly bowed and retreated, his steps twice as fast as when he came, not daring to say another word.

The hall fell silent.

Only Bibi Dong was left leaning on Pope Throne.

The candlelight flickered, casting flickering shadows on her face.

She looked at the avatar of Lin Qingmo in Chat Group, the smile on her lips became thicker and her eyes softened.

He is completely different from the cold Pope just now.

If A-Qing breaks through level 50, he can go to him as Master.

Bibi Dong's fingers tapped on the armrest, and he was already making calculations in his mind.

"I just happened to go see him and check on his cultivation progress. By the way... check on A-Qing's health."

She remembered the last time she saw Lin Qingmo, those clear eyes, the vigorous vitality, and his unsuspecting closeness to her.

His heartbeat couldn't help but accelerate, and he closed his legs slightly.

However, when he thought of those little girls surrounding Lin Qingmo, Bibi Dong's eyes became a little colder.

Especially the one named Xiao Wu.

That 100,000-year-old Soft Bone Rabbit.

Pretending to be a human being, he pesters A-Qing every day, with "A-Qing" on the left and "A-Qing" on the right.

She could feel that biting energy through Chat Group.

"What an eyesore."

Bibi Dong snorted in his heart.

I tapped Chat Interface with my fingertips and sent a message.

[The Pope Herself]:@Daddy Douluo, A-Qing, are you going to hunt for Fifth Spirit Ring? When do you plan to go to Star Dou Great Forest?

She needs to know his schedule.

Now Qian Daoliu that old guy is monitoring her more and can't leave Spirit City frequently.

You have to arrange your time in advance to avoid those eyeliners.

[Daddy Douluo]: It's hard to say.

[Daddy Douluo]: The distance to breaking through level 50 can be as fast as one or two months, or as slow as several months.

Bibi Dong looked at this reply and frowned slightly.

A month or two...

She silently calculated the time in her mind and began to plan how to arrange her itinerary.

How to avoid Qian Daoliu's eyeliner.

How can I go to see A-Qing without arousing suspicion.

"A-Qing, wait for me~"