Chapter 519: Bibi Dong: Don’t speak, hold me tight, kiss me
Chapter 519: Bibi Dong: Don’t speak, hold me tight, kiss me
"Because of the existence of the Chat Group, Bibi Dong knew in advance that I was a Transmigrator, and knew all my movements and predictions about the future trajectory."
"That’s why she deliberately came to find me, hiding her true identity to be my teacher."
"And she has always stayed firmly by my side using the fake identity of ’Donghuang’."
Lin Qingmo’s emotions quietly transformed into heavy and profound feelings.
If Bibi Dong had found him initially just to obtain the future plot trajectory and treat him as a tool person to rewrite destiny.
Then with her supreme identity as the Supreme Pontiff, she could completely lock him up or control him at will.
But the fact was completely not like that.
With the passage of time and day-and-night getting along, the relationship between the two had long completely exceeded the ordinary scope of master and Disciple.
Bibi Dong not only held nothing back toward him.
Even unreservedly dedicating a large amount of top-tier resources to him.
In those dark nights of dim stars and moon, amidst long-term companionship and reliance, she even completely handed over her body and mind to him.
She was the dignified highest ruler of Spirit Hall.
Furthermore, she was the continent’s unique Titled Douluo with twin spirits.
Yet in those emotional nights, she willingly fell into the embrace of him, her Disciple.
"Master, what on earth are you plotting for..."
Lin Qingmo muttered softly to himself.
His fingertips gently stroked the cold and noble avatar on the light screen.
Suddenly, a cool night breeze passed silently through the hall.
The heavy gold-velvet curtains hanging outside the window fluttered slightly.
In the originally steady and cozy air, a wisp of extremely elegant yet overbearingly tyrannical faint fragrance quietly appeared.
That was a cold and gorgeous scent mixed with a fatal hidden fragrance, and it was also the cold fragrance that uniquely belonged to Bibi Dong.
Lin Qingmo’s eyelids twitched slightly.
He casually dismissed the Chat Group light screen in front of him.
A slender and tall figure, completely enveloped in a wide black robe, stood out of thin air opposite him at some unknown time.
The night stretched her graceful and curvaceous shadow.
Beneath the black robe’s hood, a pair of violet-cyan eyes as deep as boundless starry skies were revealed.
Those beautiful eyes, usually majestic and cold, wielding the power of life and death over hundreds of millions of people across the continent, were tightly reflecting Lin Qingmo’s figure at this moment.
Watery light rippled in the depths of her beautiful eyes.
Inside, nostalgia, panic, and unfathomable unease were almost overflowing.
Today’s brief gaze in front of the Supreme Pontiff Palace finally revealed the tip of the iceberg of this secret maintained for many years.
The master and Disciple stared at each other quietly across a transparent window frame.
Lin Qingmo’s Adam’s apple rolled up and down violently.
He opened his mouth and let out a somewhat hoarse voice: "Sister... Sister Donghuang..."
This call contained too many heavy implications.
Inside it was the helplessness after the truth came to light, the shock of sudden enlightenment.
But even more, it was the fervent deep affection that had long penetrated into the bone marrow.
However, Bibi Dong did not give Lin Qingmo the opportunity to continue speaking more.
The black robe fluttered wildly in the night wind.
Her entire body turned into a fragrant wind, directly crossing the barrier of the window frame, rushing into the room domineeringly and eagerly.
Cold and slender arms wrapped tightly around Lin Qingmo’s neck like vines.
Bibi Dong’s delicate body trembled violently.
She completely abandoned all dignity and cold pride of being the Supreme Pontiff, crashing into his embrace unreservedly with her entire body.
Before Lin Qingmo could make any reaction.
A warm, soft, and moist touch had already overbearingly and eagerly sealed his right to speak.
This kiss.
Carried the panic she had accumulated in her heart for many years, fearing that the truth would be exposed.
Carried the madness of fearing to lose the beloved in front of her eyes.
And even more carried the overwhelming, intense love suppressed for countless days and nights.
A strong sense of suffocation and that charming cold fragrance instantly completely submerged Lin Qingmo.
A spirit power voice transmission that was extremely hoarse yet alluring to the bone came from beside his ear.
That was the voice of a woman who had fallen into extreme panic and deep affection after Bibi Dong stripped away all majesty and disguise: "A-Qing... don’t ask anything right now."
"Hold me tight, kiss me..."
The black robe slipped quietly amidst the trembling of her delicate body.
Revealing the snowy, delicate mutton-fat-jade-like shoulders inside, as well as the luxurious and elegant purple dress.
...
The night was like ink.
Inside the luxurious suite, cold air and faint fragrance intertwined.
Above the soft couch, a violent storm had just ceased.
Scattered on the ground were the torn black robe and the gold-thread-embroidered Supreme Pontiff ceremonial attire.
That purple-gold scepter representing the supreme power of the entire continent was now leaning lonely against the corner of the wall.
Pope of Spirit HallBibi Dong, who was usually aloof and peerless, was now limply collapsing in Lin Qingmo’s embrace.
Her stunning and peerless face was flushed with a charming crimson.
Her slender eyelashes trembled slightly.
Her majestic and cruel violet-cyan eyes were filled with water vapor at this moment.
At the corners of her eyes, crystal-clear tears could be vaguely seen flickering.
Lin Qingmo let out a long sigh of relief, leaning against the head of the bed to catch his breath.
This woman’s degree of madness simply refreshed his perception.
The momentum just now didn’t give him any chance to speak at all.
Until now, three hours later, he finally recovered his breathing rhythm.
Lin Qingmo lowered his head, looking at the breathtaking Supreme Pontiff covered in fragrant sweat in his embrace, the corners of his mouth couldn’t help but hook up slightly.
"Sister Donghuang..."
He paused, his tone carrying a bit of banter.
"No, should I change my form of address now and respectfully call you... Your Majesty the Supreme Pontiff?"
The delicate body in his embrace tightened slightly.
A snow-white and delicate finger suddenly stretched out, gently resting against his lips.
Bibi Dong raised her face.
A trace of panic and pleading flashed in those purple eyes.
"Don’t call me Your Majesty."
Her voice carried some hoarseness and bewilderment, tender and soft enough to wring water out.
"A-Qing, I beg you..."
"Call me Dong’er."
Lin Qingmo looked at this extremely rare contrasting posture in front of him.
Who would have thought.
That the iron-blooded Empress who shocked one hundred thousand Spirit Masters in front of the Great Spirit Arena during the day and suppressed the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and the two Empires until they couldn’t raise their heads, would actually be in such an obedient and submissive appearance in private?
He felt amused in his heart, and naturally wouldn’t refuse this kind of romantic fortune.
"Alright, I’ll listen to you, Dong’er."
Lin Qingmo took the opportunity to pinch her tender and bouncy cheeks.
"Then let’s settle accounts now."
"That guy in the Chat Group who listens to me venting every day and whose nickname is ’The Pope Herself’, that’s you, right?"
Bibi Dong’s delicate body stiffened.
She did not deny it, but instead buried her face deeply into Lin Qingmo’s chest.
Her slender fingers tightly clasped the youth’s waist and back, as if she were afraid that he would run away.
"It’s me."
Her voice was very small, like a child who had done something wrong and was waiting to be dealt with.
Although Lin Qingmo had seen through it long ago.
Hearing her admit it personally, waves of shock still stirred in his heart.
No wonder!
No wonder back then when he had just transmigrated and complained in the group about Tang San’s double standards and Yu Xiaogang’s hypocrisy and uselessness, this woman suddenly rushed to the Spirit Hunting Forest!
(End of Chapter)
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