Evil Bibi Dong

Deng Tianxin thought for a moment before speaking to Tang Yuehua.

He still had a decent sense of self-awareness; he knew for a fact that he couldn't beat Bibi Dong.

The reason he had said those things earlier was just to blow off some steam.

If Bibi Dong ever found out, Deng Tianxin knew all too well that she would absolutely string him up and give him a thrashing.

Deng Tianxin suddenly remembered something: school was about to start, and he needed to head back immediately.

He knew that being away for a short while was no big deal, but if he stayed away for too long, he would definitely be dragged back.

If Bibi Dong found out, his backside would be in for a world of pain at her hands; the scene would be nothing short of earth-shattering.

Watching Deng Tianxin try to put on a brave face despite clearly being terrified, Tang Yuehua finally couldn't hold back her laughter.

It wasn't the refined, hand-covering giggle of a noble lady, but a laugh that made her shoulders shake and tears well up in the corners of her eyes.

Having acted as the dignified and elegant mistress of the Clear Sky Sect for so many years, this was the first time she had been teased into such a state of abandon.

"Alright, this sister will keep your secret." Tang Yuehua used her fingertip to gently poke Deng Tianxin's chubby cheek, her tone as gentle as if she were coaxing a child.

Deng Tianxin felt a chill run down his spine at that look; he had a feeling this promise of secrecy wasn't very reliable.

"Sister Yuehua," Deng Tianxin looked up, trying his best to make his expression look serious and solemn, "I probably need to head back to Spirit Hall. School is starting soon."

"School?" Tang Yuehua's movements paused slightly, a flash of surprise crossing her eyes. "With your strength, you still need to go to school?"

"I don't want to go either, but that old witch is forcing me," Deng Tianxin rolled his eyes in annoyance. "She claims I can't fall behind in my cultural studies, but it's really just to torture me. Waking up early every day, not allowed to talk in class, and having to do homework after school—if I weren't unable to beat her, I would have revolted long ago."

At first, when he heard Bibi Dong mention homework, he thought it was standard practice, but he later learned that the Douluo Continent didn't have homework at all.

The only reason he had homework was because Bibi Dong was messing with him.

She truly was an evil Bibi Dong!

Once he grew up, he would make this evil Bibi Dong taste the misery of doing homework every single day.

It was one thing to do homework before he transmigrated, but to still be doing it after? Had his transmigration been for nothing?

Unfortunately, he couldn't beat Bibi Dong, so he had no choice but to do his homework obediently.

He cursed Bibi Dong in his heart, wishing that her future husband would annoy her every single day until she was grinding her teeth in frustration.

Just imagining that scene made Deng Tianxin want to laugh.

However, it seemed no one on the Douluo Continent fit that criteria.

The current Bibi Dong had no interest in romance, and her standards were incredibly high.

Her partner would need to have talent comparable to hers and be roughly her age.

With those requirements, Deng Tianxin felt she was destined to remain single forever.

Even if Bibi Dong became a god, it would be impossible to find someone who met her standards.

If Tang San were the same age as Bibi Dong, perhaps she might have taken a liking to him.

But that was only a "perhaps," and Deng Tianxin felt the chances of Bibi Dong fancying Tang San were quite low.

Right now, Deng Tianxin really hoped that Bibi Dong's future husband would spank her every day to help him get his revenge.

As for being with Bibi Dong himself?

Deng Tianxin subconsciously imagined it and felt it was completely unnecessary.

If he were with the evil Bibi Dong, he felt he would be getting spanked every day, and he wouldn't even be allowed to take other wives.

Why wouldn't he want a wife?

He had transmigrated, and to the Douluo Continent world he loved, no less; he definitely had to marry several wives.

Besides, his martial soul was the God of Love, and great love was still love, right?

If he were someone who had lived for hundreds of years, he might not have such thoughts, but he wasn't; he was just an ordinary man.

There weren't many men who didn't like the idea of a harem; the only reason someone wouldn't like a harem was if the writing was bad.

If reality actually arranged for him to have several superstar-level wives who were devoted only to him, only a fool would refuse.

If Bibi Dong were to listen to him obediently, he might consider it.

Watching his dejected expression, Tang Yuehua couldn't help but picture him sitting among a group of six or seven-year-old children, being called upon by a teacher to answer questions.

The contrast of a "little monster" who could tame a seven-thousand-year-old Violent Bear as a mount having to sit obediently at a desk to study the History of the Continent made her burst into laughter once more.

Tang Yuehua didn't say much else; she simply reached out to ruffle Deng Tianxin's hair and said softly, "Then this sister will take you back. I happen to want to visit Spirit City as well."

"No, no need! I can go back by myself; it's not like I don't know the way." Deng Tianxin instinctively wanted to decline.

Are you kidding? It was one thing for him and Liu Erlong to be out and about together.

If he brought Tang Yuehua along and it reached the ears of the people in Spirit Hall—and eventually Bibi Dong—wouldn't that be the end of him?

But before he could finish his sentence, he saw Tang Yuehua stand up and call out softly toward the door, "Miss Erlong, Tianxin says he's heading back to Spirit Hall. What are your plans?"

The door was pushed open almost immediately. Liu Erlong was leaning against the doorframe, clearly having been awake for a while. She had a blade of grass hanging from her mouth, and her gaze swept across the room before landing on Deng Tianxin, her lips curling into a meaningful arc.

"Back to Spirit Hall? Sure, I've been wanting to see what Spirit City looks like anyway," Liu Erlong tossed the grass blade out the window, walked over, and ruffled Deng Tianxin's hair. "Besides, if you run into any blind bandits on the way back, it'd be dangerous without someone to help you."

"No! Really, no need!" Deng Tianxin's short little hands waved so fast they were a blur, and his head shook like a rattle. "I can go back by myself. Big Dragon carries me fast; I'll be there in a few days. I really don't need to trouble you two..."

Liu Erlong crossed her arms over her chest, looking down at him from above with a smirk that looked anything but well-intentioned. "Didn't you just say you were going to spank your teacher when she got back? Why are you suddenly afraid of her finding out you brought people back with you?"

"That's not the same thing!" Deng Tianxin's face flushed red. "Talking big is one thing, but if she actually finds out I've been eating and living with you two—no, with you two sisters—for so long, she'll hang me at the gates of the Saintess Palace and whip me for three days and three nights!"

He realized he had blurted out the whole truth only after the words were out, and he quickly covered his mouth, but it was already too late.

Tang Yuehua covered her mouth, bending over with laughter, while Liu Erlong burst out laughing, reaching out to pinch Deng Tianxin's cheeks and pull them apart. "So, you do know you'd get a beating for what you've done?"

"Mmph... let go, let go!" Deng Tianxin finally managed to break free from Liu Erlong's demonic claws. Clutching his reddened cheeks, he made a final, righteous stand. "Anyway, I'm going back alone, and none of you are allowed to follow! That's an order!"

Tang Yuehua and Liu Erlong exchanged a glance, then turned their heads in unison to look at Deng Tianxin, wearing smiles that were completely different yet equally meaningful.