At the mention of a certain Fart King, Bibi Dong's Yandere Personality immediately reacted, followed by the Saintess Personality, unwilling to remain suppressed, surfacing as well.
But when she opened her eyes, all she saw was Qian Ni's ill-intentioned grin.
Smack! Smack!
Qian Ni swung his right hand back and forth, instantly bringing her to her senses. Before Bibi Dong could fly into a rage, another tremendous force yanked her off the ground and shoved her into the What-If Telephone Booth.
Bibi Dong staggered, bracing one hand against a pane of glass inside the What-If Telephone Booth. Her upper body slumped weakly against it, her back facing Qian Ni, leaving her in an extremely suggestive position.
But it was merely a coincidence and a misunderstanding.
Just as Bibi Dong, with the Yandere Personality in control, stared blankly through the glass at the unconscious Yu Xiaogang outside, Qian Ni squeezed in after her.
In such a cramped space, some bodily contact was unavoidable.
Qian Ni ignored what Bibi Dong might have been thinking. After fiddling with the What-If Telephone Booth for a while, he picked up the receiver and spoke.
"I want a parallel world where time moves a little slower, one that happens to be on the day of Chamber Night!"
Click—
The receiver was hung up. The inside of the telephone booth fell silent, as though nothing had happened.
Bibi Dong turned around to look at Qian Ni.
What does he mean? Is he making a wish to this thing? And he wants to go back to before that day?
As expected, everyone in the Qian Clan is a beast.
Bibi Dong was baffled. She felt as though she could no longer control her rage. Humiliated and furious, the Rakshasa Divine Power within her was on the verge of