Master, Something's Wrong with You! That's Right, I Like You So Much I Want to Eat You
On the bed.
Two people.
They were so close they could count each other's eyelashes.
Bibi Dong's purple pupils suddenly contracted, like a hibernating fox whose burrow had been suddenly opened, panic, astonishment, and disbelief surging up in the same instant.
Why did A-Qing wake up?
Impossible. Even Soul Saint would be unconscious for at least several hours after blinking.
She checked it repeatedly, and each time it was absolutely correct.
But at this moment, Lin Qingmo's bright black eyes were staring straight at her.
Then she saw what he was holding—a silver mask.
The words "Eastern Emperor" were engraved on it by her own hand.
Bibi Dong's blood froze instantly.
The mask has been removed!
Your face has been seen!
My identity has been exposed!
These three thoughts exploded in her mind at the speed of Soul Skill attack, leaving her brain blank.
Her first reaction was to make Lin Qingmo faint again, then escape the scene herself, and then figure out a way to weave a lie.
Lin Qingmo spoke as soon as he raised his Soul Power, before he could even release it.
"Master."
He looked at her, his gaze complex, but his tone was calm. "Don't hide it from me anymore."
Bibi Dong's heart skipped a beat.
He found out?!
He recognized me as Bibi Dong, the Pope of the Spirit Hall?!
What will he say next?
Will she question herself why she approached him using a false identity?
Would you suspect that everything over the years has been a conspiracy by the Spirit Hall?
Would they look at me with the same gaze they would give an enemy?
Her fingers curled up unconsciously under the covers, her nails almost digging into her palms.
Then Lin Qingmo said the second half of the sentence, "I just saw with my own eyes everything you did to me, Sister Eastern Emperor."
Bibi Dong: "..."
Wait... Sister Eastern Emperor?
She froze for a moment, forgetting all about controlling her facial expressions.
This address made Bibi Dong realize that A-Qing didn't recognize her at all!
He saw her face, but he didn't know it was the face of Bibi Dong, the Pope of the Spirit Hall.
On closer inspection, that makes sense.
He had always been in contact with A-Qing under the identity of "Eastern Emperor Douluo," and had never appeared before him as the Pope.
Moreover, A-Qing had never been to Spirit City, nor had he ever attended any high-profile occasions that required the Pope's personal attendance.
He had no idea what Pope Bibi Dong looked like.
Thinking of this, Bibi Dong's heart, which had been pounding in her throat, slowly returned to her chest.
She could even feel the cold sweat that had seeped out of her back just a moment ago.
Fortunately, their information is asymmetrical.
However, new problems soon arose.
"You said... you saw it?"
Bibi Dong's voice carried a hint of nervousness that she herself was unaware of.
"I clearly knocked you out."
Now Bibi Dong is also starting to give up entirely.
As long as Lin Qingmo doesn't suspect that she is Bibi Dong, that's fine.
"Well..."
Lin Qingmo sighed.
That sigh was very long.
"Sister Eastern Emperor, you really knocked me unconscious. I'm unconscious, unable to move, and can't open my eyes."
"But my Martial Soul, the Blue Silver Tree of Life and Destruction, operates automatically within my Sea of Consciousness, preserving my awareness."
He paused, his tone becoming extremely complex.
"In other words, although my body was unconscious, my mind was awake, and my senses were online the entire time."
"Sister Eastern Emperor, everything you've done for me, every action, every sound..."
"Enough," Bibi Dong interrupted him.
Lin Qingmo fell silent instantly.
"..."
The room fell silent again.
If you were to measure Bibi Dong's blood pressure right now, it would probably blow up the Spirit Guidance Blood Pressure Monitor.
She looked down at the bed sheets, at her own fingers, at the moon outside the window, but avoided looking at Lin Qingmo.
Bibi Dong, the renowned Pope of the Spirit Hall, completely lost control of her expression at this moment.
The base of her ears, hidden beneath the black robe, was burning red, but it was not clearly visible in the dim moonlight.
A miscalculation!
A huge blunder!
Over the years, he has used that method as the perfect tool for committing crimes.
Unexpectedly, this change occurred after Lin Qingmo's Martial Soul underwent its second evolution.
Forget it, now is not the time to think about this.
There was a long silence.
Lin Qingmo thought she would simply use a Soul Skill to flatten the hotel and then escape.
Bibi Dong finally raised her head.
She forcefully suppressed her earlier panic and unease, replacing it with a reckless calm.
Like a gambler throwing all their last chips onto the table, decisive and leaving no way out.
Since the mask had already been removed and the truth had been revealed, she didn't want to pretend anymore.
It took me several years to install, it was exhausting.
What do you want to ask?
Her voice returned to calm, so calm it was almost cold.
But this indifference wasn't directed at Lin Qingmo; it was directed at her own sense of shame.
"Do you want to know why your teacher did this? Or is it simply anger and hatred?"
She stared into Lin Qingmo's eyes, her tone as if she were recounting a case that had nothing to do with her.
"Whether you want to say I'm disgusting, despise me, or think I'm a wretched, crazy woman—just say it."
After speaking, her gaze fixed unwaveringly on Lin Qingmo, as if awaiting a verdict.
But Lin Qingmo's expression stunned her.
He felt no anger, no disgust, and certainly no disillusionment as she had imagined, that "my beloved Master is a beast."
He could only manage a wry smile as he said, "Sister Eastern Emperor, what are you talking about?"
Lin Qingmo scratched the back of his head, a gesture that made Bibi Dong imagine Lin Qingmo as a child.
"You are my Master."
"When I was six years old, I didn't even have Spirit Ring yet, you took me in, trained me, and even found me Immortal Herb."
"Without Sister Eastern Emperor, I wouldn't be who I am today."
"I hate you? What right do I have to hate you?"
Bibi Dong's eyelashes trembled slightly.
"Besides."
Lin Qingmo looked away, lowered her voice, and her ears turned a suspicious red.
"Sister Eastern Emperor, you are both beautiful and powerful. In this matter... how should I put it? Objectively speaking, it seems like I'm not the one who's at a disadvantage."
He regretted saying it as soon as he finished speaking.
That makes it sound like he's implying something.
But since he had already said it, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and continue.
"I just don't quite understand."
He touched his nose. "Why did you do this, Sister Eastern Emperor?"
"..."
Bibi Dong didn't speak, she just watched him quietly.
Under the moonlight, a burning emotion surged in her Purple Eyes, as if ignited by something.
What Lin Qingmo didn't notice was that Bibi Dong's expression was changing.
The anxiety and shame I felt earlier were gradually fading, replaced by a deeper, more fervent light.
His reflection was mirrored in those beautiful purple eyes, as if she were looking at a lost treasure that had been found again.
A-Qing is so cute!
So cute!
So cute she wanted to--
No, that won't work.
Bibi Dong pinched her thigh under the covers, forcibly suppressing the urge to pounce on him again.
It already went out of control once.
Now that they've finally managed to talk things out, she can't make the same mistake again.
But given the current atmosphere, I need to tell him something.
Although their identities cannot be revealed.
But at least let him know that these feelings exist.
"A-Qing," Bibi Dong spoke.
"Um?"
Lin Qingmo stopped rambling and looked up at her.
Bibi Dong took a deep breath and stared at him with an expression he had never seen before.
The moonlight gilded her deep purple hair with a silvery edge, making her look both holy and dangerous.
"I like you."
"The kind of liking that makes me want to eat you whole!"
"?" Lin Qingmo was stunned.