...
Xuan Hao was somewhat stunned.
He felt the intense heat and madness between their lips and teeth. The chilling fear that had almost swallowed him up vanished instantly under that domineering kiss.
He did not try to take the initiative; instead, he closed his eyes and passively endured Bibi Dong's rare madness.
After a while, Bibi Dong managed to create a slight distance between them.
In the dim light under the table, she breathed slightly, her fox-like eyes shining brightly as she stared intently at Xuan Hao:
"Now, can you believe me?"
Xuan Hao looked at her slightly disheveled hair, the violence in his eyes completely fading, replaced by a complex expression:
"I don't want to force you, I just..."
"Smack!"
A crisp sound rang out. Bibi Dong, somewhat annoyed, slapped him on the broad shoulder, interrupting his words.
"Don't let your mind wander!"
Bibi Dong glared at him. "I just still can't fully accept the fact that we've come to this.
But I will never choose anyone else, and I will never look back at those disgusting scumbags, you understand?!"
Xuan Hao looked at her pretty face, which became even more beautiful because of her anger, and remained silent for a moment before finally nodding obediently.
"You really understand?" Bibi Dong raised an eyebrow.
Xuan Hao nodded again.
Seeing that he had finally returned to normal, Bibi Dong breathed a sigh of relief. However, when her gaze shifted down and landed between the two of them, her brows immediately furrowed again.
"Then why hasn't this thing responded yet?"
Xuan Hao was stunned, completely dumbfounded:
"I was so sad just now, my heart was completely cold, how could I suddenly have a reaction?"
Bibi Dong was a little suspicious. She stretched out a fair and delicate hand and gently touched it through the fabric.
It was soft and fluffy, and indeed, it remained completely still.
"What now? Why is there still no response?"
Bibi Dong urged impatiently.
Xuan Hao's eye twitched violently twice, and he looked at the woman in front of him, who had suddenly become proactive, somewhat speechless:
"Your Holiness, psychological trauma takes time to heal. Can't you give me some time to recover?"
Bibi Dong's face showed a hint of unease. She snorted coldly and stopped staying under the table.
She turned around and sat back down on the tall dragon throne. Then, her long, beautiful legs, clad in stockings, slid down her skirt again and stepped on Xuan Hao's body, gently rubbing against him.
Under the dark table, feeling the soft and hot sensation from the toes, in just half a minute, the sleeping behemoth stood up again in an exaggerated manner.
Feeling the astonishing hardness and burning heat return to the soles of her feet, Bibi Dong, sitting at the head of the table, finally breathed a sigh of relief, the gloom between her brows vanishing completely.
And at that very moment.
"Creak—"
The heavy door of the side hall was finally slowly pushed open from the outside.
Led by two expressionless palace guards, Yu Xiaogang walked in with somewhat stiff steps.
The door slammed shut behind me, shutting out all the sunlight.
Yu Xiaogang stood in the spacious and solemn hall, and silently took a few steps forward.
Then, about twenty meters away from Bibi Dong's large desk, he stopped, habitually placing his hands behind his back, slightly raising his chin, and falling into a long silence.
He seemed to be waiting for Bibi Dong to speak first, waiting for her to show surprise and affection like she did back then.
However, Bibi Dong didn't even lift her eyelids while sitting in the chair at the head of the table.
She held a quill pen in her hand, staring intently at the official document in front of her, even her movements of turning the pages seemed extremely perfunctory.
In fact, at this moment, His Holiness the Pope was focusing all his energy under the desk, using his two jade feet to diligently do some absurd things that could not be told to outsiders in the darkness.
She didn't have time to pay any attention to Yu Xiaogang, who was standing there putting on airs.
Inside the empty government office, time ticked by, and an awkward atmosphere began to spread endlessly.
After a full incense stick's time had passed, Yu Xiaogang, whose legs were aching from standing, finally realized that the Pope in front of him really didn't seem to have any intention of paying attention to him.
His pride was somewhat hurt, so he took a deep breath and finally broke the silence.
"Dong'er, are you alright?"
Yu Xiaogang looked at the face at the head of the table, which was even more noble and beautiful than before, and his voice carried a hint of self-righteous vicissitude and deep affection.
However, the moment I heard the name "Dong'er".
Bibi Dong's eyes turned completely cold in an instant.
She slowly raised her head, her fox-like eyes filled with undisguised disgust and coldness, her sharp gaze sweeping over him.
"What did you say?"
Accompanied by the cold voice, a terrifying killing intent exploded in the hall as if it were real, pressing down on Yu Xiaogang like a tidal wave.
"Thump!"
The mere slight pressure from the overflowing force caused Yu Xiaogang, who was only level 29, to turn pale, his legs to buckle, and he almost collapsed to his knees.
His heart turned ice-cold. The naive hope of rekindling old feelings in his mind was instantly extinguished by reality.
Cold sweat poured down his forehead, and he quickly lowered his head, no longer daring to look directly at the woman at the head of the table.
"Your Holiness the Pope," Yu Xiaogang said, his voice trembling as he corrected himself.
Bibi Dong stared at him coldly.
The thought of Xuan Hao, who was hiding under the table and could go crazy with jealousy at any moment, only intensified her disgust for Yu Xiaogang.
Feeling extremely nauseous, she didn't pay attention to her footing and unconsciously pinched the area under the table hard.
"hiss..."
A very faint, almost inaudible gasp came from under the table.
Xuan Hao was nearly made to cry out by the sudden, heavy pinch.
For his own safety, and to stop the woman from continuing her erratic behavior, Xuan Hao decided to stop pretending to be dead.
He reached out and grabbed Bibi Dong's fair and delicate ankle tightly, fixing it in the most comfortable position.
Then, he took the initiative and began to operate on it himself, gritting his teeth.
Bibi Dong's pretty face changed slightly, and she shifted uncomfortably in her chair.
She glared at the area under the table with some embarrassment, but realizing that she had indeed used too much force, she didn't resist Xuan Hao's attempt to take it from her and let him run wild under there.
But it was precisely because of the strange tingling and pleasure that began to emanate from her body that Bibi Dong's attention was severely distracted.
Her previously murderous tone towards Yu Xiaogang softened slightly without her realizing it.
"What are you doing here?" Bibi Dong asked in a cold voice, her breath coming in short gasps, her voice tinged with impatience.
Upon hearing Bibi Dong's seemingly softened question, Yu Xiaogang's impoverished brain instantly made a fatal misjudgment.
He mistakenly believed that Bibi Dong's feelings for him had finally been rekindled after seeing him, and that her heart was beginning to melt away.
Thinking of this, Yu Xiaogang raised his chin slightly again, his tone carrying a hint of self-righteous gentleness and sigh:
"I've come to see you. Your Majesty... how have you been all these years, sitting alone in that position?"
Hearing this self-indulgent nonsense, Bibi Dong was so angry that she almost burst out laughing.
Especially after feeling the pressure under the table, Xuan Hao, feeling a bit punitive after hearing those words, quickened his movements, making her feel weak all over.
Bibi Dong's eyes turned completely cold, and she slammed her hand on the table with a hint of gritted teeth:
"I'm busy with countless affairs every day, I don't have time to stand here listening to your ramblings and nonsense! Yu Xiaogang, if you don't get to the point, I'll have someone throw you off this Papal Mountain right now!"
Seeing Bibi Dong's sudden outburst of anger, Yu Xiaogang's heart tightened, and he dared not put on any more airs of being a renowned teacher.
He took a deep breath and quickly got to the point:
"Your Majesty, I have indeed come here today with a very important private matter to ask of you."
Yu Xiaogang looked at Bibi Dong and said, "Over the years, I've taken in a disciple.
His name is Tang San, and he... like you, possesses a unique twin martial soul."
"In this world, you are the only one who has successfully cultivated twin martial souls and perfectly resolved the pain of soul ring backlash.
I hope that, out of consideration for our past relationship, you can tell me how to cultivate twin martial souls to deal with the backlash."
Upon hearing this demand that seemed perfectly reasonable, Bibi Dong let out a cold laugh.
"Tell you?"
Bibi Dong seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world.
With Xuan Hao's help, she slightly increased the pressure with her feet, but her words were as sharp as knives.
"Why should I tell you? What does it matter to my Spirit Hall whether your disciple lives or dies?
What does it have to do with me?!"
"Besides, who is your disciple? Tang San?"
Bibi Dong coldly uttered these two words.
In the center of the hall, Yu Xiaogang's face froze completely.
He stared at Bibi Dong in disbelief: "You...how do you know Xiao San's name?!"
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