Bibi Dong Is So Thoughtful, Little Tang San Likes Her More and More (Please Bookmark)

Scythe Second ran back into the alley and recounted everything he had just seen to the Bald Boss. The Bald Boss's old eyes widened, and he fiercely slapped Scythe Second across the forehead.

"Damn it, when something like this happens, you didn't send anyone to follow that kid and see whether he really went to that hotel? You've been with me for so long—did Second eat your brain?"

"Ah, right..."

Scythe Second covered his face and staggered back several steps before finally realizing it. He hurriedly sent the two lackeys beside him after Tang San.

The two lackeys only returned after quite some time. One of them said excitedly.

"Boss, Second... we saw it clearly. That kid really did enter that hotel, and he went into the fourth private room on the third floor. We didn't see anyone else with him..."

Hearing this, the Bald Boss finally relaxed, his face instantly breaking into delight.

"Hehe... this is a huge fish delivered right to our brothers' mouths. If that kid's Soul Tool really contains that many Gold Soul Coins, then that Soul Tool alone is worth a fortune. Brothers, get ready for a big feast. We go to work tonight."

"Got it..."

"Our brothers can finally swagger through Heaven Dou City from now on."

The lackeys around them were equally excited. They followed the Bald Boss to prepare for that night's operation.

In truth, aside from the Bald Boss, who was a level forty-two Soul Ancestor, only three of the other dozen or so men were Soul Masters, and all of them were below level twenty.

Scythe Second did not even qualify as a Soul Master and did not have a Soul Ring. Still, in his early years, he had fought fiercely against others with his sickle Martial Soul and had made something of a name for himself.

Logically speaking, as a Soul Ancestor, the Bald Boss should not have fallen so low as to resort to robbery. However, he had a gambling habit. He simply refused to work as a wealthy man's guard for an annual stipend of several dozen Gold Soul Coins.

Several dozen Gold Soul Coins were indeed a great deal for commoners, but for Evil Soul Masters like them, who were used to indulging in pleasure and often went to the Great Soul Arena to gamble on fights, it was naturally nowhere near enough.

As the imperial capital of the Heaven Dou Empire, Heaven Dou City naturally gathered many Soul Masters full of greed. Yet the Evil Soul Masters who could survive here either had brains or some degree of backing and support. They were not like the desperadoes in Slaughter City.

Take the Bald Boss's group, for instance. They did not dare kill people in broad daylight right before the Imperial Guards. Once they did, they would be wanted criminals, and their portraits would be plastered across every corner of the capital, leaving them unable to take another step.

At that point, they could only flee to Slaughter City to survive, because it was a dark region beyond the control of the Two Great Empires and Spirit Hall.

The Evil Soul Masters in Slaughter City had clearly committed capital crimes outside, and they had neither patrons nor powerful backgrounds to erase their charges. Otherwise, they would not be willing to remain in such a terrifying place.

Tang San, who had already returned to the hotel's private room, lay leisurely on the bed. He was not worried at all about the Evil Soul Masters arriving that night. After all, Little Wu Sister was not here.

As for Bibi Dong, Elder Sister, she was naturally invincible.

Although Tang San appeared to possess only level twenty Soul Power, in an actual fight, even an ordinary Soul King would find it difficult to kill him. His Great Shift of the Universe could break most Soul Skills.

Whether they were long-range Soul Skills or close-combat Soul Skills, as long as they were physical attacks and did not exceed the limits of what he could endure, the Great Shift of the Universe could easily neutralize them.

On top of that, the Nine Yang Divine Skill continuously replenished his inner strength, preventing Tang San's Soul Power from being rapidly drained like that of most Soul Masters. He could keep recovering and fighting without pause.

Empowered by the Nine Yang Divine Skill, Tang San's Soul Power might appear to be level twenty, but it could actually unleash limitless might.

If his opponent did not understand his hidden cards, even a powerful Soul King might be killed in return by the current Tang San, because he still had his hidden Second Martial Soul, the Clear Sky Hammer.

As long as he used the Divine Shadow Step to close in instantly, then swung the five-hundred-jin Clear Sky Hammer with all his might under the terrifying eighty-percent strength boost of his First Soul Skill, that power was simply not something a Soul King could withstand. At the very least, it would take a Soul Emperor to endure that blow.

The Clear Sky Hammer without any Soul Rings was indeed five hundred jin in weight. However, Tang San planned to add its first Soul Ring after the Blue Silver Emperor obtained its second God-given Soul Ring. It would be best if it were also a God-given Soul Ring, so that when he became a Titled Douluo in the future, its first added Soul Ring would evolve into a red Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring as well.

After all, the Clear Sky Hammer's powerful offensive Soul Skills were something Tang San, who usually used the Blue Silver Emperor for support, might not need—but he could not afford to lack them.

Next, Tang San began cultivating the Nine Yang Divine Skill alone. In truth, even he did not know what level his combat strength limit had reached. After all, the Saiyan body could erupt with even greater fighting power when he was extremely enraged.

It was not until the sky gradually darkened that Tang San faintly heard footsteps from next door. He immediately stopped cultivating. As soon as he ran out of the room, he saw Bibi Dong outside, her long hair flowing behind her.

"Elder Sister... where did you go today? I thought you had left..."

The moment he saw Bibi Dong, Tang San once again became an innocent little boy. Yes, this was naturally the time to put on an act.

Little Tang San immediately ran over and naturally wrapped his arms around Bibi Dong's delicate body once more. She was still wearing the gauze dress that tightly covered her thighs, but unlike yesterday, her beautiful legs were also wrapped in black stockings today. Though they were not modern black silk stockings, they looked quite similar.

Tang San remembered that in the anime, when Bibi Dong wore the Pope's gauze dress, her long legs were sometimes wrapped in light black stockings as well. It seemed this was perfectly normal.

Perhaps Bibi Dong had just bathed yesterday and had not had time to put them on. So yesterday, those had been truly bare, fair legs.

Tang San thought to himself and could not help secretly smiling, though he did not show it. He merely held Bibi Dong around the waist, lifted his little face, and looked at her with an expression of reluctant attachment.

Looking at the pitiful boy hugging her waist, Bibi Dong could not help pursing her red lips. She sighed softly and said.

"A newborn calf truly does not fear tigers. The only one who would dare act like this before me... is probably a little brat like you."

"Huh... Elder Sister, what cow? What tiger? Why don't I understand?"

Tang San pretended to look utterly confused.

"Nothing..."

Bibi Dong smiled faintly, reached out, and stroked Tang San's small face.

"Don't worry. Even if Elder Sister has to leave later, I'll definitely tell you. By the way, little brat, what is your name?"

"My name is Tang San..."

Tang San answered naturally, then could not help taking a deep breath of the fragrance emanating from Bibi Dong's delicate body.

This feels so good...

With an Elder Sister Pope like this, going against Spirit Hall would mean my brain had been kicked by a donkey, wouldn't it?

"Tang San, good. Then Elder Sister will call you Little Third from now on."

A faint smile appeared on Bibi Dong's noble, beautiful face. Naturally, she could never have imagined that the boy before her, clinging to her beautiful legs, was the son of the Clear Sky Douluo.

"Mhm..."

Tang San continued pretending to be innocent. He nodded happily and asked again.

"What about you, Elder Sister? What is your name...?"

"I..."

Bibi Dong suddenly paused. Looking at Tang San, she blinked her beautiful eyes.

"Elder Sister's name... isn't convenient to tell you for now. When you grow up, you will naturally know who Elder Sister is..."

"Oh... I don't care who Elder Sister is. I'll protect you no matter what. Then I'll call you Elder Sister from now on..."

As Tang San spoke, he rested his head against Bibi Dong's soft lower abdomen again.

Faced with this pitiful yet adorable boy, Bibi Dong could only accept helplessly. Yet a warm feeling suddenly arose within her, as though she had suddenly gained a younger brother.

"What a mischievous and bold little imp..."

Bibi Dong did not reject this feeling. As she spoke, she lightly tapped Tang San on the head again in reproach. Then she took out a string of candied fruit from her Soul Tool and held it out to him.

"Thank you for the flowers you gave Elder Sister yesterday. I picked this up for you on my way back. I don't know whether you'll like it..."

"Of course I like it. Elder Sister is the best."

Tang San thought it looked like a string of candied hawthorn, but also somewhat different. Still, that was not important. Could such a gentle Elder Sister Bibi Dong possibly harbor any ill intentions?

Even if it poisoned him to death, Tang San would accept it. He bit into it at once, and sweetness immediately filled his mouth.

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