I Stole His Mom! Big-Breasted Kitty Wants to Change!

Far North.

After seeing Lin Qingmo's explanation of Martial Soul Fusion Skills, the Ice Empress's scorpion eyes suddenly lit up.

"Why don't Xue'er and I have an ability like that?"

She turned to Snow Empress, her voice full of envy.

"Xue'er, if we had a Martial Soul Fusion Skill too, wouldn't our strength increase severalfold?"

The Ice Empress was already imagining herself and Snow Empress joining forces to freeze the continent.

Of course, more importantly, it would let her connect heart-to-heart with Snow Empress.

Snow Empress: "..."

Watching her best friend act foolishly, Snow Empress helplessly shook her head.

Her cool voice rang out. "Bing'er, that's a human skill. And it sounds like the side effects are severe. We're better off without it."

What concerned her more was how astonishingly deep this A-Qing's understanding of the Soul Master system was.

[Big-Breasted Kitty]: ...

Inside the inn.

Zhu Zhuqing stared at that final explanation, her face turning completely pale.

Panic and fear washed over her like icy water from above, freezing her limbs and bones.

There truly was a Martial Soul Fusion Skill between her and Dai Mubai.

It was the Martial Soul Fusion Skill of the Evil Eye White Tiger and Hell Spirit Cat.

That was also why the Star Luo Royal Family had intermarried with the Zhu Family for generations.

She had once vaguely looked forward to it—looked forward to the day she could use a fusion skill with Dai Mubai, prove her worth, and prove that they were capable of fighting for freedom.

But now...

"That isn't proof..."

Zhu Zhuqing's lips trembled, her voice hoarse.

"That is... a shackle that would make me lose myself!"

"I don't want this!"

Zhu Zhuqing suddenly clenched her fists, her nails digging deeply into her palms.

The pain kept her lucid.

The confusion in her eyes gradually faded, replaced by icy determination.

She had come to Suotuo City to prove herself, not to become anyone's accessory!

Much less to have her emotions hijacked by some inexplicable force!

"I hate Dai Mubai's womanizing..."

She murmured to herself, biting down heavily on every word.

"I will never let a Martial Soul Fusion Skill affect me... I will never helplessly 'fall in love' with him!"

Taking a deep breath, Zhu Zhuqing made a vow in her heart.

"No matter what, I, Zhu Zhuqing, swear to never use a Martial Soul Fusion Skill with Dai Mubai!"

Even if it meant losing the powerful strength of a combined attack, even if her family blamed her—she would preserve her complete self!

That resolve made her eyes shine with unusual brilliance.

Like a night cat breaking free of its shackles, she was ready to embrace the path that belonged to her.

In the Chat Group.

The discussion continued.

[Mother Tyrannosaurus]: I never thought Martial Soul Fusion Skills had such terrifying side effects!

Liu Erlong frowned at the Academy, feeling that this mechanism was deeply unfair.

Forcing someone's thoughts to twist like that... was that kind of affection really okay?

Suddenly, she thought of the Golden Sacred Dragon, the Martial Soul Fusion Skill of the Iron Triangle formed by herself, Boss Fu, and Yu Xiaogang.

Her expression sharpened.

"Could it be that I also..."

She could not help thinking of the nearly obsessive feelings she had once held for Yu Xiaogang.

[The Pope Herself]: This... is also the first time I've heard of it.

Bibi Dong narrowed her Purple Eyes slightly upon her throne, lightly tapping the armrest with her fingers.

[The Pope Herself]: But there should be exceptional cases.

[Daddy Douluo]: Imperial Sister is right!

[Daddy Douluo]: If the Martial Soul Fusion Skill is between relatives, siblings, or brothers and sisters, it has no effect on either side.

There were excellent examples of this in both Douluo I and Douluo II.

For example, Hu Liena and Xie Yue in Douluo I, and Xiao Hongchen and Meng Hongchen in Douluo II.

Neither sibling pair's Martial Soul Fusion Skill affected their respective feelings.

He added that explanation so everyone would not think every fusion skill was a trap.

At the very least, the power to fight opponents above their level after activating a fusion skill was still quite impressive.

[Mother Tyrannosaurus]: @Daddy Douluo, speaking of which, why did you brat run off to a backwater place like Suotuo City, A-Qing?

Liu Erlong suddenly chose to change the subject.

Some questions became more terrifying the more she thought about them, and she did not want to face them right now, so she hurriedly dragged the topic elsewhere.

[Mother Tyrannosaurus]: With your and Xiao Wu's abilities, getting into any advanced Academy would be effortless. Even Spirit Hall would be fighting to take you, wouldn't they?

She knew something of Lin Qingmo's strength. He was absolutely genius-tier.

Staying in a small city like Suotuo City really was a waste of talent.

[Daddy Douluo]: Emmm, that's a long story... There are mainly two reasons.

He first raised two fingers—though nobody in the group could see them.

[Daddy Douluo]: The first reason starts with that Little Scumbag Tang San. You all know Tang San is the so-called Chosen One...

[Daddy Douluo]: I've beaten him up so many times over the past few years. We've definitely become enemies, and the kind of enemies who won't rest until one of us is dead.

That was not a lie—Tang San really did look at him like he wanted to kill him.

As Lin Qingmo typed this, a mischievous smile suddenly appeared on his face.

[Daddy Douluo]: Besides... I stole his mom.

The instant that sentence was sent out—the entire Chat Group went quiet.

Not the kind of quiet where nobody spoke.

It was an eerie dead silence, as though even the system notification sounds had frozen.

Three seconds later.

[Little Witch]: Huh???

Ning Rongrong cried out right in the street, drawing sidelong glances from several passersby.

She hurriedly covered her mouth, her eyes widening like bells.

"Stole... stole someone else's mom???"

That was way too much information!

It was completely beyond her comprehension!

She stared fixedly at the distant Blue-Haired Youth, her expression like she had seen a ghost.

Messages began flooding wildly across the Chat Group's Light Screen.

[Mother Tyrannosaurus]: Uh, is it just me... Even if it's true, why does it sound so weird coming from you?

Liu Erlong's mouth twitched, and she nearly knocked over her teacup.

[Mother Tyrannosaurus]: Don't make it sound so misleading! Explain yourself properly!

Some rather unhealthy images surfaced in her mind, and she hurriedly shook her head to dispel them.

[Little Witch]: Th-this-this... That's way too much information! Hurry up and tell us everything!

Ning Rongrong had entered a frenzied gossiping state, her fingers even trembling.

[Big-Breasted Kitty]: This... is a little beyond comprehension...

Even Zhu Zhuqing, who was in the middle of rebuilding her worldview, was so stunned by those words that she temporarily forgot her own troubles.

Stealing someone else's mom? What kind of move was that?

Far North.

The Ice Empress tilted her enormous scorpion head.

"Xue'er, are human relationships really this complicated?"

Snow Empress fell silent for a moment before slowly saying, "Bing'er, perhaps he didn't mean it literally."

Spirit Hall.

Bibi Dong narrowed her Purple Eyes.

"That child A-Qing... always says such shocking things."

She remained relatively calm. After all, she understood Lin Qingmo's personality and knew he liked to phrase things dramatically.

[Green Green Grass]: Ah Yin doesn't like Tang San. Ah Yin likes A-Qing.

Almost at the same time.

Several pale green Blue Silver Grass leaves quietly emerged from Lin Qingmo's collar.

The blades of grass were slender and tender, giving off a faint aura of life.

They swayed gently in the air, as though expressing some emotion.

Then—

One blade of grass slowly Entangled itself around Lin Qingmo's finger.

The movement was gentle and affectionate, like a kitten rubbing against its owner's hand.

Another blade lightly brushed against his cheek.

The edge of the leaf passed over his skin, bringing a cool, soft sensation.

The sight was extraordinarily strange, yet inexplicably harmonious.

But Lin Qingmo was not the least bit surprised.

He lowered his head to look at the Blue Silver Grass wrapped around his finger, a supremely gentle smile curling at the corner of his lips.

He raised his hand and softly stroked the surface of the leaf with his fingertips, his movements careful, as though soothing a spoiled little pet.

"Good."

He spoke softly, so quietly that only he and the Blue Silver Grass could hear him.

The grass blades trembled happily and wrapped around him a little tighter.