...
The air in the room seemed to have been evaporated and become somewhat thin.
Bibi Dong slumped onto the edge of the bed, rubbing her aching arms weakly.
She looked at Xuan Hao, who was still lying in the same spot, his blood and qi not only not calming down but becoming even more violent, and she was completely speechless.
"What exactly is wrong with your body?!"
Bibi Dong couldn't help but slap the mattress, her voice tinged with frustration, "It's been an hour!
Even if I had to deal with government affairs all day, I wouldn't be this tired.
And this pent-up anger in your body shows no sign of abating?!"
Xuan Hao lay on the soft couch, his hands behind his head, looking innocent and aggrieved.
"Please, sister, use your brain, okay? What are my martial soul and bloodline?
I'm a dragon! As a peerless Douluo, do you not know how powerful the physical body and blood of the dragon race are?"
Xuan Hao sighed: "If I could suppress this energy so easily, would I have to work so hard in Tian Dou City, turning myself into a living god? Would I have to suffer so much every day?"
Bibi Dong stared intently at the scorching aura that had almost solidified in the air, the veins on her forehead throbbing slightly.
She knew Xuan Hao wasn't lying. The dragon race's origin was extremely domineering and powerful.
This kid's bloodline purity was frighteningly high, and his physical resilience was naturally on a completely different level from ordinary soul masters.
If she continues to waste her time in the ordinary way, she's afraid she'll become useless first.
"Is there any other way?"
Bibi Dong took a deep breath, gritted her teeth, and glared at him.
"Except for the last step, I'll agree to everything you ask for today! Consider it compensation for the injustice you suffered earlier. Now tell me, how can we end this agonizing process as quickly as possible?!"
Upon hearing this, Xuan Hao was completely stunned.
He was mentally prepared to spend the whole day with this woman until dark, but he never expected that Bibi Dong would actually lower her bottom line so much again.
"Really?" Xuan Hao asked in disbelief.
"Enough with the nonsense, are you going to tell me or not?!" Bibi Dong urged, her pretty face stern.
Xuan Hao didn't answer immediately. Instead, he suddenly sat up and gave her a light kiss on the lips, which lasted only briefly.
Bibi Dong was slightly taken aback.
The next second, when she followed Xuan Hao's suggestive gaze...
"you--!!"
Bibi Dong's cheeks instantly turned bright red, almost as if they were about to bleed.
She recoiled as if electrocuted, pulling back more than half a meter, tightly covering her mouth, her eyes filled with shame, anger, and terror.
"Damn it! Don't even think about it! That's absolutely impossible!!"
"You said you'd agree to everything today, except for the last step," Xuan Hao said, spreading his hands.
Seeing Bibi Dong's strong reaction, Xuan Hao wasn't angry and lay back down.
"Since this method doesn't work for you, then there's really no other way.
Teacher, you can only sit back down and continue using your regular soul power. Let's slowly wear it down over time. Don't worry, look at the sun.
By the time it gets dark and the moon comes out, this force will probably dissipate."
Upon hearing the words "it's getting dark," Bibi Dong's eyes twitched violently twice, and she almost fainted on the spot.
Are we going to wait until dark?!
That kind of surging heat from the inside out, which couldn't be truly released, would definitely be the first thing she couldn't bear if she continued like this for a few more hours.
After several minutes of extreme entanglement and struggle, Bibi Dong's breathing became increasingly rapid.
Ultimately, shame and compromise with the unknown prevailed over the precarious papacy.
"You...you close your eyes!"
Bibi Dong let out a low growl, sounding somewhat resigned.
With a wave of her hand, she pulled a thin, dark purple gauze scarf from the clothes rack next to her and covered Xuan Hao's eyes directly.
"Don't look!"
"If you dare open your eyes later, I'll bite you to death today! Do you understand?!"
Xuan Hao's gaze fell completely into darkness: "Don't worry, I even turned off the mental energy detection."
Because his vision was deprived, his other senses were magnified dozens of times in an instant.
He could clearly hear Bibi Dong's heartbeat, which was as chaotic and violent as a drumbeat.
Bibi Dong, sitting at the head of the table, had a face so red it was almost steaming.
Good heavens! How could she agree to such an absurd thing!
But the words were already out of her mouth.
She took a deep breath, sat on the edge of the bed with some hesitation, and gently placed her hands on Xuan Hao's shoulders.
She tried to use the most direct method of guiding the primordial soul power to forcibly calm the violent energy within his body.
After all, this was the first time the Pope had conducted such an intimate soul power transfer.
He was completely inexperienced, and in his impatience and embarrassment, his soul power output was inevitably somewhat unstable.
"Hiss... Teacher, be gentle..." Xuan Hao couldn't help but gasp.
"Shut up! If you're uncomfortable, just bear it! If you keep talking nonsense, I'll cripple you!"
Although the process was awkward, the person doing this was Bibi Dong—the Spirit Hall Empress who had been high and mighty, cold and dignified for twenty years, and who made all the soul masters on the continent tremble with fear.
This extreme contrast in identities was the most intense stimulus in the world for Xuan Hao.
Before long, the True Dragon Qi and Blood that had been suppressed to the limit in Xuan Hao's body experienced a violent fluctuation.
Boom!
The extremely concentrated pure yang essence transformed into a violent energy that surged towards Bibi Dong.
"Cough, cough, cough!!"
Bibi Dong was so overwhelmed by the powerful energy that she felt suffocated.
She suddenly raised her head and coughed violently, tears almost welling up in her eyes.
Xuan Hao was startled and quickly pulled off the blindfold. Looking at Bibi Dong, who was clutching her chest and coughing until her face was red, his voice softened slightly:
"Um... teacher, I swear I really didn't mean to.
The psychological shock was too great just now, and I couldn't control my blood and qi for a moment..."
Bibi Dong glared at him intently, turned around without a word, and strode to the sink.
She splashed her face with cold water, trying to wash away the lingering domineering aura.
After several minutes, she turned back with a cold face, looked down at Xuan Hao, and gave a disgruntled snort:
"Is it finally completely healed now?!"
Xuan Hao looked embarrassed, his eyes darting around, and he scratched his head somewhat awkwardly.
Bibi Dong's heart skipped a beat, and she slowly looked down, following his gaze—
The crimson pure yang energy showed no signs of fading; on the contrary, due to the previous stimulation, it condensed even more intensely and powerfully in the air, with no reduction in heat.
The bedroom was so quiet that only the two of them could be heard breathing.
Bibi Dong stared intently at the bloodline aura that showed no sign of retreating, her voice finally trembling with a sense of collapse:
"Get out!!"
Get out of here right now, you old hag! Go find Nana!!
I'm not serving you anymore! Let whoever wants to serve you serve you!
Having lived for over forty years, when had she ever suffered such absurd torment?
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