Chapter 389: Master, I haven’t even used my full strength yet, why have you surrendered?
Chapter 389: Master, I haven’t even used my full strength yet, why have you surrendered?
Daylight squeezed through the gap in the curtains, a thin sliver falling onto the intertwined shadows in the room.
"A-Qing."
Bibi Dong’s voice suddenly rang out, carrying a fatigue and softness he had never heard before, like a bow pulled taut for too long, finally emitting a soft sound of being unable to bear the burden.
Lin Qingmo paused.
"Sister Donghuang? What’s wrong?"
Bibi Dong pressed her lips together, her deep purple eyes veiled by a thin mist of water, with undried tear stains at the corners of her eyes.
Her breathing was much faster than usual.
She looked like a flower drenched by a rainstorm, from petals to stem, radiating a dampness that had thoroughly soaked through.
She looked at him, her expression indescribably complex.
There was satisfaction, shyness, love, and just a hint of grievance.
"I... am tired."
These three words, spoken from the mouth of a Titled Douluo, carried a strange sense of incongruity.
"Ah?"
Lin Qingmo was stunned.
He subconsciously turned his head to look at the light leaking through the gap in the curtains—it had already changed from moonlight to daylight.
Pale gold, carrying the crispness unique to early morning.
From outside the window came the faint cries of the morning market in Heaven Dou City; the vendors selling breakfast were already setting up their stalls.
Lin Qingmo’s expression froze instantly.
"It’s dawn?"
His voice carried a belated shock.
Bibi Dong nodded weakly.
Lin Qingmo looked down at his Master, then at himself, and then his whole body felt as if it had been doused with a basin of cold water.
The speed at which his reason returned was faster than lightning.
The string named "self-control" was reconnected.
"Sister Donghuang, I..."
He hurriedly apologized: "I’m sorry! I went too far! I pushed my luck too much! I—"
While apologizing, he cursed himself thoroughly in his heart.
Lin Qingmo, oh Lin Qingmo, are you a dog?
But having said that.
He secretly glanced at the stunningly beautiful face beneath him, and his heart skipped a beat again.
This couldn’t be blamed entirely on him!
A Master who didn’t resist at all was truly too delicious, too easy to bully, and too addictive.
That was the dignified Eastern Emperor Douluo.
The majestic Master who could make him sit up straight with just one look on ordinary days.
Yet, she ended up revealing that appearance of biting her lip to suppress her voice, eyes reddening, unable to say any words of refusal.
He simply couldn’t bear to stop!
"A-Qing."
Bibi Dong’s voice interrupted his self-condemnation.
He saw that she was gazing at him with a gaze as gentle as water.
The fatigue in those purple eyes had not yet dissipated, but there was more of a near-proud delight.
"It’s okay."
Bibi Dong raised her hand and gently stroked his cheek.
"No matter when or where... I can make A-Qing happy, it’s just that right now, I am truly a little tired."
As she spoke, a look of helplessness appeared on her face, and the corners of her mouth curved slightly into a self-deprecating arc.
"A-Qing’s stamina and energy... are too abundant, as if they will never stop."
When asking this question, Bibi Dong’s voice carried a hint of shame that she tried hard to cover but couldn’t hide.
She turned her head slightly, lowered her eyelashes, and dared not look at him.
A dignified Titled Douluo, the Supreme Pontiff of the Spirit Hall, the most powerful female Spirit Master on the continent, was actually begging for mercy from her own disciple in such matters.
If this were to spread, it would be disastrous.
And she was truly very confused.
It clearly wasn’t like this before.
Before, every "special cultivation" was under her control.
Everything followed her own rhythm; when it started and when it ended was all within her thought.
But now the roles were completely reversed.
Once Lin Qingmo was awake and holding the initiative, he was like an unbridled Spirit Beast, not at all like a human.
Lin Qingmo touched his nose, an embarrassed expression appearing on his face, but the hint of triumph in the depths of his eyes couldn’t be hidden.
"It should be because of my Spirit, the Blue Silver Life-Death Tree."
He paused, organizing his words.
"Its characteristic is that it can maintain the circulation of life force in any environment."
"No matter how much spirit power and stamina are consumed, it will continuously replenish them. So..."
He glanced at Bibi Dong, the hint of pride in his eyes becoming even more obvious.
"So in this aspect, it can be considered my strength; it’s normal to be a little better than others..."
Bibi Dong: "..."
A little?
This is called a little?
She calculated silently in her heart and felt that it would be more appropriate to describe it as "a billion points".
However, thinking of the characteristics of Lin Qingmo’s Spirit, she was relieved.
The Blue Silver Life-Death Tree was indeed an extremely special Spirit, and she had witnessed its evolution process with her own eyes.
At that time, that life force even influenced her in return.
That thought of tyranny and slaughter that had always haunted her mind dissipated after coming into contact with the power of the Blue Silver Life-Death Tree.
It was as if the impact of the Rakshasa God’s trials on her Spirit had been neutralized by some force.
Thinking of the Rakshasa God, Bibi Dong’s thoughts drifted away for a moment.
But Lin Qingmo’s arm tightened a little, pulling her attention back.
Cuddling for a while.
Lin Qingmo’s hand stroked Bibi Dong’s long hair absent-mindedly, suddenly remembering the real business of coming to find his Master today.
He had almost been blinded by beauty and forgotten about it.
"Right, Sister Donghuang."
His voice became a bit more serious, "I want to ask you something."
"Hm?"
"How are the people from those four single-attribute clans doing now?"
Bibi Dong leaned in his arms, stiffening slightly.
The four great clans—Strength, Speed, Defense, Breaking. They were currently locked in the dungeons of the Spirit Hall.
But she couldn’t say that; once she said it, it would be equivalent to admitting that she was a member of the Spirit Hall.
"Still locked up." Her tone was as flat as usual, "Why are you suddenly asking, A-Qing? Do you have any plans?"
Lin Qingmo nodded, his expression becoming serious.
"I was wondering if there is a possibility of subduing them?"
Bibi Dong raised her eyes, somewhat surprised: "You intend to take them under your command?"
"I’ll give it a try."
Lin Qingmo’s gaze looked out the window, his thoughts running fast.
"The four Clan Chiefs, each has their own agenda."
"Yang Wudi of the Breaking Clan has a blood feud with the Clear Sky Sect and hates Tang Hao to the bone."
"As long as I give him a chance to take revenge on Tang Hao, the probability of subduing him is the highest."
Bibi Dong nodded slightly, not speaking.
In fact, in her view, Yang Wudi was the most difficult.
Because it was the Spirit Hall that slaughtered the people of his Breaking Clan, and it was also the Spirit Hall that captured them now.
But A-Qing just didn’t know it.
"The Defense Clan doesn’t have such deep feelings for the Clear Sky Sect; they belong to the category that can be subdued."
"But the other two are more troublesome."
Lin Qingmo’s tone sank, "Tai Tan, the Clan Chief of the Strength Clan, is Tang Hao’s die-hard loyal dog, the most loyal among the loyal."
"Such a person cannot be subdued."
"So?" Bibi Dong asked calmly.
"If he doesn’t submit, then just slaughter him. Keeping him is a disaster."
The corners of Bibi Dong’s mouth curved slightly.
Her A-Qing was indeed decisive in killing in some aspects, and this point moved her more than anything else.
"Then what about the Speed Clan?"
"Bai He?"
Lin Qingmo’s expression became playful.
"Bai He is indeed related to the Clear Sky Sect. But he has one weakness: his daughter."
Bibi Dong was stunned: "Daughter?"
"Bai Chenxiang."
Lin Qingmo’s mouth curled up, "The biological daughter of the Speed Clan Chief, Bai He, is a member of my team."
Bibi Dong quickly reacted: "You want to use Bai Chenxiang as a bargaining chip?"
"Something like that."
Lin Qingmo spread his hands, "As long as I can get Bai He to come out, with a little appropriate threat, and the fact that his daughter is on my side, even if he doesn’t want to, he will have to weigh his options."
Bibi Dong looked at Lin Qingmo’s matter-of-fact expression, and a complex emotion suddenly welled up in her heart.
There was both admiration and an indescribable throb.
Her A-Qing had already grown to this point in terms of calculating human hearts.
"I understand."
She leaned back into his arms and closed her eyes, "I will help you handle this matter."
"Mm." Lin Qingmo gently wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his chin on the top of her head, "Thank you, Sister Donghuang."
Bibi Dong did not speak, just found a more comfortable position in his arms, her breathing gradually becoming steady.
"A-Qing."
"Hm?"
"Let me sleep for a while."
Her voice became lighter and lighter, as if she was speaking with her last bit of strength.
"It was really too tiring before."
After saying this, her breathing became long and even, and a hint of satisfied smile hung on her stunningly beautiful sleeping face.
(End of Chapter)
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