Bibi Dong Couldn't Hold Back! Master, What Are You Doing?!

"A-Qing."

Liu Erlong spoke, his voice a few decibels lower than usual, "How do you plan to contact your Master?"

"There's no rush, I know what I'm doing."

Lin Qingmo waved his hand, clearly unaware of the seriousness of the problem.

Xiao Wu bit her lip, her hands unconsciously clenching the hem of her clothes.

She wanted to say something, but the words stuck in her throat.

I can't say.

We can't say yet!

But her gaze never left Lin Qingmo's face, as if she were measuring an impending storm with her eyes.

Lin Qingmo found a quiet place.

Behind the Training Ground of the Heaven Dou Royal Academy is a small grove of trees. Usually, few people come here, and the only sound is the rustling of leaves in the wind.

This is a perfect place to do one thing: contact that mysterious Master.

He took out a token from his pocket.

The token felt slightly cool to the touch; it was made of neither gold nor jade, and the front was engraved with two ancient characters— Eastern Emperor.

We absolutely have to ask about this today.

"Master, are you there?"

Soul Power was injected into the token, and a line of small golden characters appeared and then disappeared, like a stone thrown into a lake, sinking and disappearing without a trace.

Lin Qingmo leaned against the tree trunk, prepared to wait for half a day.

However, the token lit up almost immediately.

What appeared above was not text, but an address.

The hotel on the Central Street of Heaven Dou City, room number three of the Tianzi class.

It was as concise as a military order, with not a single word added.

Lin Qingmo was taken aback.

"Is Master in Heaven Dou City?"

What a coincidence!

He was just about to discuss the Speed Clan matter with his Master, Master happened to be in the city.

As ingenious as it may be, it saved me the time of waiting for a reply.

He immediately left the Academy and headed towards the Central Street of Heaven Dou City.

From the Academy to the center of Heaven Dou City, Lin Qingmo's mind was constantly racing.

He pondered how to bring this up with his Master.

at the same time.

Yunlan Hotel, Room 3 (Tianzi).

The curtains were drawn tightly shut, leaving only a single Soul Guidance Lamp casting a dim yellow light at the head of the bed.

Dressed in black robes Bibi Dong sat on the edge of the bed, her slender fingers repeatedly stroking the Communication Token that had just been used to send the message, her fingertips trembling slightly.

She has been in Heaven Dou City for three whole days.

As the Pope of the Spirit Hall, she should be in charge of the Pope Palace, handling the mountain of religious affairs.

But she simply couldn't sit still any longer.

Lin Qingmo hasn't spoken in the Chat Group for almost a month.

So she came.

But when she arrived, she hesitated.

What reason should I give to find Lin Qingmo?

Master misses his disciple?

Even she herself found this reason far-fetched.

So she stayed in the hotel for three days, staring blankly at the token every day.

Until Lin Qingmo took the initiative to send a message.

Bibi Dong looked at the small words "Master, are you there?" on the token, her heart suddenly racing, and she almost jumped out of bed.

She took several deep breaths before replying with the address in the most concise way possible.

Then she got busy.

He changed into the black cloak of "Eastern Emperor Douluo" and put on a silver mask that covered half of his face.

I repeatedly adjusted my posture, breathing, and voice in front of the mirror to ensure that there was not a single flaw from head to toe.

Finally, she sat on the edge of the bed, her hands folded on her knees, as if awaiting a trial.

moment.

"Knock knock knock."

The knocking finally came.

Three sounds, neither too loud nor too soft, just right.

Bibi Dong immediately got up to open the door.

He rushed forward eagerly, but deliberately slowed down when he reached the door, making himself appear calm and composed.

As she turned the doorknob, she took one last deep breath.

"Creak!"

The door opened.

Lin Qingmo stood outside the door.

Sunlight streamed in from behind him, gilding the boy's silhouette with a golden edge.

He had grown taller since the last time we met, and the childishness in his eyes was fading, replaced by a sharp look that fell somewhere between adolescence and youth.

"Master-- "

Lin Qingmo had only uttered two words.

Bibi Dong's purple eyes, hidden beneath her mask, suddenly lit up.

"!!!"

A streak of purple light flashed by like lightning, so fast that Lin Qingmo had no time to react.

He felt a sudden jolt in his brain, as if he had been struck by something heavy, and the world before his eyes instantly went black.

"What... happened...?"

The moment his body went limp, Bibi Dong reached out and caught him.

She picked Lin Qingmo up in her arms.

The hem of the black cloak swept across the door frame.

The door closed silently, drawn by the Soul Power.

The soft click of the latch was like the beginning of some kind of ritual.

Beneath the mask, a pair of Purple Eyes burned with emotions that had been suppressed for too long.

Passion, tenderness, infatuation... a mix of conflicting emotions surged and intertwined in his eyes.

"A-Qing, I'm sorry."

She lowered her head, her forehead touching Lin Qingmo's, her voice hoarse and unlike her own.

"I really can't hold back anymore."

The kiss landed.

She carried Lin Qingmo to the bed, her movements as gentle as if she were handling a rare treasure.

The sheets were white, appearing soft and alluring under the dim light.

Bibi Dong's fingertips traced the curve of Lin Qingmo's jawline across his cheek.

She secretly looked at that face countless times, each time when he was unconscious.

Now he was finally lying quietly in front of me again, just like every time before.

She thought this time would be the same as before.

Lin Qingmo was unconscious and knew nothing, allowing her to do as she pleased during this stolen time.

After it's over, she will put on her black robe and mask, and once again display the majesty of a master.

He would nod blankly, asking me questions as if he knew nothing.

What a perfect arrangement.

Having done this many times before, she was quite adept at it.

However, Bibi Dong was unaware that deep within Lin Qingmo's body, a strange Martial Soul emitting a soft blue-green light was quietly awakening.

The Blue Silver Tree of Life and Destruction.

Its roots are deeply Lin Qingmo's Sea of Consciousness, and every leaf shines with an indomitable light.

Just as Bibi Dong's Soul Skill rendered Lin Qingmo unconscious, this Martial Soul trembled slightly.

Lin Qingmo's spirit has awakened!

Like being pulled from the water, his consciousness suddenly emerged from the darkness.

But it was merely a spiritual awakening.

His body remained asleep; he couldn't move his hands or feet, and couldn't even feel his own breathing or heartbeat.

It's similar to the common phenomenon of 'sleep paralysis'.

My entire body felt as if it were sealed inside an invisible shell; only my consciousness remained clear.

"What... is wrong with me?"

He quickly realized the situation.

His Master's power rendered him unconscious, but the Blue Silver Tree of Life and Destruction preserved his consciousness.

Before he could figure out why his Master had knocked him unconscious, he suddenly understood everything.

In the next instant, he perceived everything.

Warm touch, delicate kisses, cool fingertips...

The faint, pleasant fragrance emanating from his Master completely enveloped him at that moment.

"!!!"

Lin Qingmo's Sea of Consciousness trembled violently.

What is the Master doing?

What is this doing?

He couldn't believe it, yet he had no choice but to believe it.

Perception was forced to depict every inch of touch with unparalleled clarity.

Every second was like a hole being smashed into his understanding.