Playtime, Eating Bibi Dong's Finger

Qian Daoliu felt helpless in his heart and was just about to turn and leave when his gaze suddenly paused on Bibi Dong.

Her soul power...

Bibi Dong had already tried her best to conceal the fluctuations of her soul power.

But who was Qian Daoliu?

The Great Elder of the Martial Soul Hall, the guardian of the Angel God, a ninety-nine-level peerless Douluo.

The number of people on the entire continent who could hide their strength in front of him could be counted on one hand.

Although Bibi Dong was suppressing it with all her might, he still vaguely sensed a trace of abnormality.

Her soul power seemed to have grown stronger by more than just a notch since the last time he saw her.

When was the last time he saw her?

About half a month ago.

At that time, her soul power should have been around level eighty-three.

But now...

Qian Daoliu narrowed his eyes slightly.

He could not see through Bibi Dong's level directly, and this sensation was only vague.

He did not know exactly what level Bibi Dong was at now, only instinctively feeling that she had become stronger.

And not just by a little bit.

"Your strength..." Qian Daoliu paused, "seems to have improved significantly."

Bibi Dong's expression remained unchanged, but her internal vigilance was already at its peak.

She had tried her best to suppress her soul power fluctuations, yet she did not expect to be detected by Qian Daoliu nonetheless.

The perception of a ninety-nine-level peerless Douluo was truly terrifying; even with the solidified soul power granted by the system, it was still difficult to hide it completely from him.

Bibi Dong secretly made a note to herself that she must find a technique capable of concealing her level.

Before she was invincible, exposure would be very troublesome.

"Congratulations." Qian Daoliu did not press the matter. After all, this was not a bad thing.

Bibi Dong was a member of the Martial Soul Hall; the stronger she was, the more beneficial it was for the Martial Soul Hall.

Although she hated Qian Xunji, that was a family matter; at least regarding the overall situation, Bibi Dong had never done anything to harm the interests of the Martial Soul Hall.

Qian Daoliu did not ask further, took one last look at the Infant in Bibi Dong's arms, and turned to walk toward the door.

When he reached the door, he stopped for a moment, stood with his back to Bibi Dong, and said again: "Treat Xiao Xue better. Consider it... my request."

Then he pushed open the Space Gate and walked out.

The room returned to silence.

Bibi Dong looked down at Luo Dong in her arms. The little guy was staring at her with wide eyes, making soft, babbling sounds.

He had been acting well-behaved while Qian Daoliu was there, not making a single sound.

Now that the person had left, he became lively again, reaching out his little hands to grab her hair.

Bibi Dong held his little grasping hand, gently rubbing her thumb against his soft palm.

She knew what Qian Daoliu meant by what he just said.

However, asking her to hold Qian Renxue or sleep with Qian Renxue was something she could not do.

That child carried the blood of that man.

That face, those eyes, were all silently reminding her of that nightmare.

It was not that she did not know Qian Renxue was innocent, but she simply could not bring herself to do it.

Bibi Dong took a deep breath, held Luo Dong a little tighter, stood up, and called Nurse Zhou in.

She smiled slightly at the nurse: "Let us continue."

Qian Daoliu walked out of the side hall with heavy footsteps.

He had not fulfilled his promise to his granddaughter.

Just as he rounded the corner of the corridor, a small figure ran over.

Qian Renxue had been waiting at the hall entrance.

Seeing her grandfather come out, her eyes immediately lit up like two ignited stars.

She trotted up to meet him, her short golden hair shimmering with fine light in the sun. She came to a sudden stop in front of Qian Daoliu, looking at him with eyes full of expectation.

"Grandpa! Did Mother agree?"

She tilted her little face up; her red, swollen eyes had not yet fully recovered, but they were filled with anticipation.

That anticipation was so bright that it was almost too dazzling to look at directly.

Qian Daoliu crouched down and pulled her into his embrace.

"Be a good girl, Xiaoxue. Mommy said... she's very busy lately." He tried his best to make his voice sound gentle and natural. "When she's finished, Grandpa will talk to her again, alright?"

The light on Qian Renxue's face dimmed bit by bit.

A child of three-plus years did not understand what "talk later when she's finished" meant; she only understood the word "no."

Qian Renxue lowered her head, her small hands clutching the hem of her dress, her lips pressed tightly together as she struggled to hold back her tears.

Grandpa had promised; Grandpa said he wouldn't lie.

Watching his granddaughter like this, Qian Daoliu felt a pain in his heart sharper than being carved by a blade.

He took Qian Renxue's small hand and switched to a lighthearted tone: "Xiaoxue, how about Grandpa takes you into the city to play? We'll buy delicious treats—candied haws, osmanthus cakes—Grandpa will buy you whatever you want."

Qian Renxue looked up, tears still swirling in her eyes, but upon hearing the words "candied haws," her little mouth couldn't help but twitch.

"Really?"

"Really."

"Then... I want two skewers."

"Alright, two skewers."

"And osmanthus cakes too."

"I'll buy them all."

Only then did Qian Renxue lift her sleeve to wipe her eyes.

The tears hadn't completely stopped, but she was already feeling a bit better.

Children are just like that; happiness and sadness can switch in the blink of an eye.

Because their world is still small, small enough to be filled by a single skewer of candied haws.

Qian Daoliu took his granddaughter's hand and led her toward the outside of Martial Soul City.

Qian Renxue took two steps, then looked back once more in the direction of the side hall.

Then she turned her head and followed her grandfather out.

As they left, the thought had already sprouted in Qian Daoliu's heart to take her away and raise her himself once she was a little older.

On the other side, after Bibi Dong finished her studies.

She carried Luo Dong out of Nurse Zhou's room and walked along the corridor back to her own quarters.

Closing the door, only she and Luo Dong remained in the room.

Luo Dong lay in his small blanket, full of energy, kicking his little feet wildly, reaching out his tiny hands to grab at Bibi Dong, making "ah-ah" sounds with his mouth.

Bibi Dong placed him on the bed, sat at the edge, and reached out a finger to tease him.

She gently tapped the tip of Luo Dong's nose with her index finger.

Luo Dong's little nose wrinkled, and then his mouth spread wide as he began to laugh.

Bibi Dong tapped his chin, and he giggled again, grabbing her finger with both small hands and trying his best to stuff it into his mouth.

His gums bumped against her finger; it was itchy, not painful.

A smile appeared on the corners of Bibi Dong's lips as she withdrew her damp, slobbery finger and poked his soft cheek gently.

Luo Dong reached out to grab her hair, but couldn't reach, and in his frustration, he kicked his short legs wildly, his mouth puckering as if he were about to cry.

Bibi Dong pulled her hair forward and offered it to his hands.

He grabbed it, and only then did he settle down, satisfied.

"Yi—ya—"

Luo Dong tugged at her hair, emitting a long string of unintelligible syllables as if he were talking to her.

Bibi Dong couldn't understand, but she hummed in response, as if answering him.

After playing for a while, Luo Dong's laughter gradually faded, and his little mouth began to smack—he was hungry.

Bibi Dong unfastened her bodice and held him to her chest.

Luo Dong immediately leaned in, latched on, and his little mouth began to suckle with force.

This time, the breast milk contained a trace of Soul Power Liquid, and as the warm current slid down his throat, his Flawless Body automatically activated, breaking down and absorbing every bit of energy.