They stared, dumbstruck, at the two soaking-wet bodies tangled tightly together on the couch, at Xiong Shaoqing's wicked hands, and then at Bibi Dong's exquisite, crimson face...
The instant Xiao Wu recognized Bibi Dong's face, an uncontrollable hostility surged into her clear eyes.
This was her mother's killer. Under ordinary circumstances, she would have risked her life to rush up and bite a piece of flesh off her.
But now, seeing her big brother pressed against this vicious woman in such an intimate position, Xiao Wu's instinct to guard what was hers instantly overpowered her fear.
Besides, she clearly remembered that overbearing system rule: [Instance holders are strictly forbidden from harming one another]. With that absolute law backing her, what did she have to fear?
Splash.
Without the slightest hesitation, Xiao Wu charged brazenly forward, not even caring that she stepped into the Spirit Spring Pool's shallows with her shoes on.
She seized Xiong Shaoqing's arm and, mustering every ounce of strength she possessed, forcibly hauled him off Bibi Dong.
"Big brother, get up! That slip of yours was ridiculous. How could you fall just anywhere?"
Xiao Wu imperiously pulled Xiong Shaoqing behind her and stood before Bibi Dong without yielding an inch, like a fierce little tigress protecting her cub.
Her red rabbit eyes stared fixedly at the disheveled Pope of Spirit Hall before her, her voice carrying undisguised hostility and intense possessiveness:
"His Holiness the Pope is so distinguished, while our big brother is terribly clumsy. It wouldn't do if he dirtied Your Holiness's precious person. Big brother, let's go back to our room. I'll help you change into clean clothes."
Zhu Zhuqing immediately stepped forward as well and took Xiong Shaoqing's other arm, flanking him with Xiao Wu. Her cool eyes watched Bibi Dong warily, silently staking