Lu Mingfei could only passively endure it all.
Bibi Dong was immersed in that dark memory.
Her body moved, but her soul seemed trapped in that chamber from long ago.
She kissed Lu Mingfei, yet tears slipped silently from the corners of her eyes and fell onto his cheeks, scalding and bitter.
Lu Mingfei felt that tear!
He stopped struggling and stared blankly at Bibi Dong, so close to him.
Her lashes trembled violently, dark light flickering in and out, her exquisite face contorted with pain.
In that moment, Lu Mingfei suddenly understood something.
She was not kissing him.
She was only fighting that past, in this almost self-destructive way.
Lu Mingfei slowly closed his eyes and stopped struggling.
When Bibi Dong's tongue pried his teeth apart, it carried a ferocity that verged on biting.
That was not a kiss. It was plunder.
Saliva churned inside their mouths.
The warm, rich dragon saliva in Lu Mingfei's mouth passed into Bibi Dong through that kiss.
It was the Dragon King's power, formless and intangible, yet imbued with the most primal masculine energy between heaven and earth.
The moment it entered Bibi Dong's meridians, it was like boiling water poured into an icy pool, giving off a soundless hiss.
The cold, evil Rakshasa divine power inside Bibi Dong was surging unchecked.
An icy aura bared its fangs and claws within and around her, like a ferocious beast that had finally caught a scent.
But once the dragon saliva arrived, that aura seemed pinned down by something, struggling and roiling.
Yet it could no longer gain the upper hand.
The two powers clashed fiercely within Bibi Dong.
Bibi Dong's body became the battlefield, her soul power the weapons.
Every collision made her body spasm faintly.
She gave a muffled groan, her nails digging