Bibi Dong's Irritated Mood

"Pop!"

His right cheek suffered the same fate.

Deng Tianxin's cheeks were chubby, soft, and bouncy to the touch. After kissing him, Liu Erlong smacked her lips as if she had just tasted something delicious.

"Pop!"

"..."

Deng Tianxin gave up all resistance and went limp in Liu Erlong's arms.

After the third kiss, Liu Erlong finally stopped, looking down at the little guy in her arms with immense satisfaction.

Deng Tianxin had completely abandoned his struggle, lying across her lap like a salted fish. He stared blankly at the carriage ceiling with lifeless eyes, faint lip prints stamped on both sides of his small face. With his expression of utter despair, he looked both pitiful and hilarious.

"Have you just given up on life?" Liu Erlong couldn't help but poke Deng Tianxin's cheek.

"Stop poking me," Deng Tianxin said weakly. "I can't beat you anyway, so kiss me if you want. But I'm warning you, if you tell anyone about this, I'll make sure to collect this debt with interest once I grow up."

He said this with a dead-serious expression, but with those lip prints on his face, it carried absolutely no intimidation.

Liu Erlong was amused by his appearance and pulled him tighter into her embrace.

Deng Tianxin rolled his eyes, too lazy to struggle; the woman's arms were like iron hoops, and fighting back was a waste of energy.

Then again, it was quite comfortable in Liu Erlong's arms. She was warm and carried a faint, fresh scent of grass and trees, which was much more relaxing than the rose-scented embrace of Bibi Dong.

More importantly, she was significantly larger than Bibi Dong.

Thinking of Bibi Dong's age and then comparing it to Liu Erlong's, Deng Tianxin sighed inwardly at how frustrating it was to compare people.

Forget it, he'd just treat her as a free human sofa.

Deng Tianxin thought with self-abandonment, burying his head into the crook of Liu Erlong's shoulder and closing his eyes to play dead.

He had woken up early, traveled for most of the day, and gone through all that commotion earlier; he was truly sleepy.

The warm aura radiating from Liu Erlong enveloped him, making him feel lazy and lethargic as his eyelids grew heavier.

Liu Erlong felt the little guy's breathing gradually become steady and long. She looked down and saw that he had already fallen asleep.

"Pfft—"

Bibi Dong pierced through someone attempting a sneak attack with her sword.

She truly hadn't expected Slaughter City to be this chaotic.

Bibi Dong pulled out her longsword, the dark red blood on the tip yet to drip dry, when another set of rapid footsteps sounded behind her.

She didn't look back; she backhanded her sword in a diagonal slash, the blade precisely grazing the throat of the second attacker.

The man clutched his neck, eyes widening as he collapsed. Even in death, he couldn't understand how this seemingly delicate woman had eyes in the back of her head.

She had only been in Slaughter City for two days, and she had already lost count of how many sneak attacks she had endured.

People stabbed her in the back while she walked down the street, and others tried to poison her cup while she rested in a corner.

Everyone here was a desperado; those who survived in Slaughter City all had blood on their hands.

There were no rules and no order; the only law was that only the living had the right to speak.

But Bibi Dong didn't care about any of that.

She had come to Slaughter City for training, and these sneak attacks posed no real threat to her.

With her current strength, no matter how many common thugs came, they were just throwing their lives away.

What truly bothered her was the inexplicable restlessness in her heart at this moment.

Since a moment ago, this feeling had surged up without warning.

It felt as if a tiny needle had pricked the softest part of her heart, making her feel completely uneasy.

Bibi Dong stopped to think carefully. She wasn't injured, she hadn't been poisoned, her soul power was circulating normally, and there were no hidden experts nearby.

She had checked everything, yet that irritability refused to fade.

It was as if... something important had been snatched away by someone else.

As soon as this thought surfaced, even Bibi Dong was stunned.

Something important?

What could she possibly have in a hellhole like Slaughter City that was important?

The soul tool she carried hadn't been lost, and everything inside was accounted for.

Nothing was missing, nothing was gone, yet she felt a void in her heart, as if someone had planted a flag on her territory, and she didn't know who had planted it or where.

Bibi Dong frowned, her fingers tightening around the hilt of her sword.

This groundless irritation made her extremely unhappy—more so than the dozen attackers from earlier combined.

"What on earth is it..." Bibi Dong muttered to herself, Deng Tianxin's face involuntarily appearing in her mind.

That punchable little face, the two rounded dragon horns on his head, and his little mouth that wouldn't stop chattering. The day she left, he had stood at the entrance of the Saintess Palace waving at her, claiming he couldn't bear to see her go, while the corners of his mouth were curled up so high he thought she hadn't noticed.

Could that little brat have done something behind my back?

Bibi Dong thought to herself.

But the moment the thought surfaced, she dismissed it.

Although that little brat was asking for a beating, he never dropped the ball when it came to important matters.

Over the year they had spent together, even though he argued with her every single day, he had never slacked off in his cultivation, nor had he ever caused trouble for her while out and about.

Besides, he was currently at Spirit Hall, watched over by his teachers, cared for by the cooks, and managed by the school; what could possibly go wrong?

Bibi Dong shook her head, casting these messy thoughts out of her mind.

It wasn't as if Deng Tianxin had snuck out to play while she was away and happened to run into some beautiful girl, right?

And that beautiful girl had lured her Deng Tianxin away?

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

How could a male brat like Deng Tianxin ever be lured away by someone else?

Bibi Dong shook her head, casting these messy thoughts out of her mind.

She figured she must have killed too many people in Slaughter City over the last two days, leaving her nerves too tightly wound, which was why such absurd ideas were popping up.

That little brat might have a sharp tongue, thick skin, and spend all day going against her, but he was, after all, the disciple she had raised with her own hands.

Before leaving, she had even specifically left him a thick training plan; given his personality, he would certainly slack off, but he would never sneak out.

After all, he was afraid she would spank him when she returned to settle the score.

Thinking of the expression on Deng Tianxin's face—clutching his backside and glaring at her with a flushed face every time he was spanked—the corners of Bibi Dong's mouth curled up involuntarily.

That inexplicable sense of irritation seemed to dissipate a little.

If Deng Tianxin really had snuck out to play, she would definitely give him a sound spanking once she returned.

"Sss..."

Deng Tianxin suddenly woke up and instinctively covered his backside.

For some reason, his backside felt vaguely sore, which made him instinctively think of that old witch, Bibi Dong.

Only Bibi Dong would ever spank him.