Just this simple sentence.
No further explanations, no strings attached, and no time limits.
But every word in this sentence was like a knife piercing her heart.
Open your heart and accept the opposite sex.
Bibi Dong exploded instantly.
The content of Rakshasa God Trial Second Trial is that she is actually asked to accept a man?
Bibi Dong's first reaction was resistance, a complete and instinctive resistance.
What she hates most in her life is men.
No.
To be precise, what she hated most was Qian Xunji, the man who ruined her life, the man who used the most despicable means to restrain her.
It was not easy for her to break free from that nightmare, and it was not easy for her to seal her heart again.
And now...God Trial actually wants her to accept a man?
Bibi Dong's hands tightly grasped the armrest, and veins appeared faintly on the back of his fair hands.
Her lips were pursed into a line, her eyes were stern, and her facial muscles were tense, exuding a dangerous aura.
"Rakshasa God..."
Bibi Dong spoke coldly in his heart, his voice low and depressed.
"What do you mean?"
The voice in my mind stopped responding, and Rakshasa God's will had long since receded.
Just as suddenly as it came, it was as silent as its departure.
That sentence was engraved deep in her spirit, emitting the dark red light of Youyou.
Open your heart and accept the opposite sex.
Bibi Dong stared at those eight words, his chest rising and falling furiously.
She wanted to retort.
She wanted to refuse.
She wanted to completely erase these eight words.
But she can't do it.
Rakshasa God Trial cannot be refused.
From the moment she accepted the inheritance, she had no way out.
Bibi Dong closed his eyes and tried to calm down.
Calm down.
Must be calm.
Although Rakshasa God Trial's request is absurd, there may not be any other way to interpret it.
Maybe "opening your heart" doesn't necessarily mean that, maybe "accepting someone of the opposite sex" means something else.
Accept a friend?
A companion?
A trusted ally?
Bibi Dong desperately searched for a step for herself in her heart. When she tried to rationalize this request, that figure appeared in her mind uncontrollably.
The black hair is slightly messy.
The eyes are very bright.
The smile is warm.
Call her teacher.
Fang Mo!
Bibi Dong opened his eyes suddenly.
Her pupils contracted violently, and the expression on her face changed from shock to horror, and then from horror to a kind of self-loathing that was close to collapse.
No.
Not Fang Mo!
Not anyone!
Bibi Dong denied it wildly.
However, the figure of Fang Mo is like a rooted seed. Once it emerges in the mind, it can never be completely removed.
Bibi Dong's breathing became more and more rapid, and her heart was still beating crazily.
The feeling of rapid heartbeat was exactly the same as when I delivered medicine to Fang Mo that night.
No.
It was more intense than that time and more uncontrollable.
It was like a fire started burning in her chest, and then quickly spread to her limbs, and a blush appeared on her cheeks.
It spreads from the neck to the tips of the ears, like clouds dyed red by the setting sun.
She suddenly raised her hands and covered her face.
Her fingers were clasped tightly on her cheeks, and her slightly trembling lips were exposed between her fingers.
"Don't think about it... don't think about it..."
Bibi Dong murmured in a low voice, with a hint of trembling in his tone.
But the more she stopped thinking about it, the clearer the figure of Fang Mo became.
his face.
his eyes.
The trust and intimacy in his eyes.
Bibi Dong's fingers tightened, and her nails almost scratched her cheek.
She poured cold water on herself frantically in her heart.
Fang Mo is still a child.
A child who doesn't understand anything and can't even fully use Soul Power.
And she...
Already twenty-nine years old.
Spirit Hall Pope.
Mother of Qian Renxue.
A woman who has experienced betrayal, hurt and despair.
How could she...
How can you do this to a child...
Bibi Dong's body began to tremble slightly.
It's not because of the cold.
It's because of a kind of self-loathing that comes from the soul and is almost fearful.
She remembered Qian Xunji.
Thinking of all the humiliation and pain she endured during those years.
Then she compared what she was thinking at the moment with Qian Xunji's behavior.
There is no essential difference.
What Qian Xunji did to her back then was against her will.
It's forced.
is sinful.
And where is she now?
She is a twenty-nine-year-old woman, and Fang Mo is just a child.
She is a teacher.
Fang Mo is a disciple.
The same teacher-student relationship, but the teacher-student relationship has been reversed.
If she had that kind of thought about Fang Mo, what's the difference between her and Qian Xunji?
The thought struck like a bolt of lightning.
In an instant, all her pretense, all her rationality, and all her self-deception were completely chopped into pieces.
"Bibi Dong ah Bibi Dong..."
Her voice leaked out from between her fingers, with trembling, shame, and deep self-mockery.
"You're really crazy."
"Fang Mo is still so young... don't you look at how old you are..."
"You also gave birth to Qian Renxue... Qian Renxue is older than Fang Mo. How dare you think..."
Bibi Dong's fingers are trembling.
Bibi Dong covered his face and lay on the desk, curling up into a ball, like an injured trapped animal with nowhere to escape.
"If you do that kind of thing... do that kind of thing to your own disciple..."
"What's the difference between that beast Qian Xunji...?"
Bibi Dong almost said the last few words through gritted teeth.
Every word was like a knife, cutting a gash in her own heart.
After finishing speaking, Bibi Dong lay there, motionless.
Only his shoulders were shaking slightly, and the room was extremely quiet.
Her rapid breathing could occasionally be heard, as well as an extremely suppressed sniffling sound.
But even so...
Even if she scolds herself thoroughly, even if she uses Qian Xunji to warn herself.
Even though she used the most vicious words to belittle herself, the figure of Fang Mo never disappeared from her mind.
Not only did it not disappear.
On the contrary, it is becoming clearer and clearer.
his face.
The eyes when he raised his head to look at her.
The sound when he called her teacher.
Scene after scene, it became more and more vivid and real, as if Fang Mo was standing in front of her at this moment.
Bibi Dong's face turned redder.
It was red to an abnormal degree.
From the red cheeks to the tips of the ears to the neck, everything is glowing with a faint pink color.
She was lying on the desk, covering her face with her hands. The eyes exposed between her fingers had slightly dilated pupils, and her eyes were blurred and confused.
Shy, irritable, resistant... and there is a hint of heartbeat that she is unwilling to admit.
All these emotions seemed to be mixed up on her face, making her expression look extremely complicated at the moment.
Bibi Dong closed his eyes.
Open it again.
Close it again.
Open it again.
Repeated several times.
Every time she closed her eyes, Fang Mo's face appeared in her mind. Every time she opened her eyes, she saw an empty room in front of her.