Polluted! Her Attempt at Striking Up a Conversation Was Flatly Rejected

[Mother Tyrannosaurus]: D... dry-wet separation?

Liu Erlong's eyes widened at the Academy, and her cheeks instantly flushed red.

[Mother Tyrannosaurus]: Y-you... you can actually say something that filthy?!

Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, she nearly jumped out of her chair.

[Mother Tyrannosaurus]: A-Qing, how old are you? What kind of nonsense is going through your head?!

She simply could not believe it—the A-Qing who usually loved to complain but was still fairly innocent...

Could actually say something like "dry-wet separation" without changing his expression?!

[Little Witch]: Th-this... Aah! Why did I understand that instantly?!

By the roadside, Ning Rongrong covered her burning face.

[Little Witch]: I've been polluted! A-Qing, you're too bad! How could you say something like that?!

Though she had a mischievous personality, she was still the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, accustomed to elegant and reserved circles.

A phrase like dry-wet separation, with such obvious double meaning... was a bit too much for her.

Her cheeks were as red as ripe apples, and she was both embarrassed and mortified.

Yet at this moment, she was not the most embarrassed one.

At the entrance to the Rose Hotel.

Xiao Wu, whose hand Lin Qingmo was holding, was burning all over.

She felt as though her cheeks were on fire, hot enough to fry an egg.

Her heart pounded wildly, so loudly that she could hear it herself.

"Dry-wet separation..."

She repeated the phrase in her mind, and all sorts of messy images instantly surfaced in her head.

Was A-Qing... planning to do something to her?

"Waa..."

Xiao Wu let out a tiny whimper and buried her face in Lin Qingmo's arm, her evasive gaze not daring to look at him again.

The tips of her ears were red enough to look translucent, and even her neck was tinted pink.

Lin Qingmo noticed something was off and lowered his head to look at her.

"What's wrong?" he asked doubtfully.

"N-nothing!" Xiao Wu shook her head hard, her voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz.

Spirit Hall.

Pope Bedchamber.

The atmosphere suddenly dropped to freezing point.

Bibi Dong sat upon her throne, her Purple Eyes fixed tightly on the Light Screen.

"Dry-wet separation... Twin Room... together with Xiao Wu..."

She repeated the words in a low voice, each one seeming to squeeze out from between her teeth.

The Soul Power around her fluctuated uncontrollably, and icy coldness spread through the air from her as its center.

Crack—!

A sharp sound rang out!

Bibi Dong suddenly clenched her fingers, and the hard armrest of her throne shattered in response!

Wood chips fell in a shower, scattering across the floor.

Cold fury churned within her Purple Eyes, along with a trace of unhealthy possessiveness that even she herself had not noticed.

The disciple she had painstakingly raised and cherished... was actually thinking about being in a hotel room with another girl...

"Unforgivable."

Bibi Dong's voice was soft, yet it carried a chilling coldness.

[The Pope Herself]: A-Qing.

Her message popped up, every word wrapped in pressure.

[The Pope Herself]: Tell me, you won't do anything, right?!

Her tone was as if a hand could reach through the Light Screen, seize Lin Qingmo by the collar, and force him to make a promise.

When Lin Qingmo saw the message, his back inexplicably went cold.

He scratched his head and hurriedly replied.

[Daddy Douluo]: Ahem, ahem, I definitely won't do that final kind of thing!

He tried to clarify.

[Daddy Douluo]: I just want to get a good night's sleep. What are you all thinking?!

After sending that, he felt like he had only made things worse.

So he decisively wrapped things up.

[Daddy Douluo]: I'm off! Good night, everyone!

After saying that, he quickly put away the Chat Group Light Screen.

He let out a long breath.

"These people's minds are way too dirty."

He muttered under his breath, holding Xiao Wu's hand as they headed for the stairs.

Still, he felt a little guilty inside. Fine, he had indeed been deliberately teasing them a little.

But heaven and earth could bear witness—he really just wanted to sleep!

Inside Pope Palace.

Only after seeing Lin Qingmo's reply did the icy aura around Bibi Dong ease slightly.

"At least he still knows his limits..."

She murmured to herself, but the worry in her Purple Eyes had not completely faded.

After all, they were a hot-blooded young man and a girl just beginning to understand love.

Alone together in one room, a Twin Room, dry-wet separation... however she thought about those fragments, it was unsafe.

What Bibi Dong needed to ensure was not merely that "final kind of thing."

Even kissing, hugging, overly intimate contact... none of it was allowed!

At the thought of Lin Qingmo being close to another girl—even if they were only holding hands, even if they were merely leaning against each other—an inexplicable irritation rose within her.

It was like countless fine needles pricking her. It did not hurt, but it was unbearably uncomfortable.

"No..."

Bibi Dong rose to her feet, determination flashing through her Purple Eyes.

Soul Power surged around her, and her black papal robe fluttered without wind.

She could not simply stand by and do nothing.

She had to confirm with her own eyes that the girl called Xiao Wu had done nothing to A-Qing, and had not made A-Qing do anything to her either.

With a thought, her figure turned into a blurry black shadow.

In an instant, she vanished from Pope Palace and sped toward Suotuo City.

Her speed was so fast that it seemed to tear through space.

Spirit City.

Deep within Worship Hall.

An old man seated cross-legged on a meditation cushion slowly opened his eyes.

His hair and beard were snow-white, his face stern, and an aura as vast as the sea radiated from his body.

At that moment, he frowned slightly as he looked toward Pope Palace.

"She has been leaving Spirit City more and more often these past few years..."

The old man muttered, a trace of doubt flashing through his eyes.

"What exactly... is it for?"

He did not investigate further and closed his eyes again, but a seed of suspicion had already been planted in his heart.

Suotuo City.

Second floor of the Rose Hotel.

Holding Xiao Wu's hand, Lin Qingmo had just reached the door to Room 202 and taken out the bronze key to unlock it—

"Hello there?"

A crisp, sweet voice suddenly came from behind them.

Lin Qingmo and Xiao Wu turned around at the same time.

At the corner of the corridor not far away stood a girl with short pink hair.

She wore an exquisite white dress, its hem decorated with pearls.

Her skin was as fair as fine porcelain, and her features were lively as a painting.

A sweet, harmless smile hung on her lips, while her eyes curved into crescents.

She was none other than the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect—Ning Rongrong.

With both hands behind her back, Ning Rongrong tilted her head slightly and curiously examined Lin Qingmo and Xiao Wu, as though observing something interesting.

"I'm Ning Rongrong."

She took the initiative to step forward, her movements light and elegant. The smile on her face grew sweeter, and her voice was soft and pleasant.

"I saw you two downstairs just now, and I thought you had very unusual temperaments~"

She blinked, her tone sincere. "You must be talented young Soul Masters too, right? So I wanted to come make friends with you~"

After saying that, she playfully stuck out her tongue, looking utterly innocent and adorable.

Her acting was flawless and entirely natural.

"Ning Rongrong?"

Lin Qingmo narrowed his eyes and looked her over from head to toe.

Why is this Little Witch here? And why did she come looking for me?

It did not seem like anything good could come from her seeking him out on her own.

Without giving anything away, he pointed to the room number on the door—202.

Then he pointed at the night outside the window—it was already late.

"You're sure you want to make friends with two people you just met at the Rose Hotel in the middle of the night?"

"Uh..."

The smile on Ning Rongrong's face instantly froze. Her breath caught, and the lines she had prepared stuck in her throat.

Oh no!

Her heart skipped a beat.

She had been so focused on probing and satisfying her curiosity that she had forgotten about that!

What kind of place was the Rose Hotel? It was a hotel for couples!

Coming to knock on a strange boy's door in the middle of the night to say she wanted to make friends, especially when he had a female companion!

No matter how one looked at it, that was strange! Extremely strange!

Ning Rongrong awkwardly tugged at the corner of her mouth, her mind racing.

She hurriedly changed her approach, her tone becoming even gentler and more innocent.

"Oh, that's not what I meant~"

She waved her hand, her eyes as innocent as a little white rabbit's.

"I just thought you both looked really reliable, and we're all young Soul Masters. Making another friend means we can look out for each other in Suotuo City later on~"

Her voice was soft, and her expression was perfect. The only problem was that her excuse was terrible.

Watching her pretend to be innocent, Lin Qingmo found it amusing.

This Little Witch really knew how to put on an act.

Yet his expression remained unchanged, and he merely nodded faintly.

"Mm, hello."

His tone was flat. "My name is Lin Qingmo. She's Xiao Wu."

The introduction was as brief as it could possibly be.

After saying that, without waiting for Ning Rongrong to speak again, he directly turned the key and opened the door, pulling Xiao Wu into the room by the hand.

He left behind only one sentence: "We're going to sleep now. Goodbye."

Bang!

The door shut cleanly and decisively.

The sound was not loud, yet it was like a dull hammer striking Ning Rongrong's heart.

The corridor instantly fell silent.

Ning Rongrong was left standing there alone, and the smile on her face could no longer hold.