...
Bibi Dong's eye twitched slightly, and her gaze towards Xuan Hao grew increasingly horrified:
"You two lunatics! Do you know that forcibly overdrawing your mental energy to control your brain can easily lead to a backlash of mental energy, or even turn you into an idiot?!"
"It's alright. Na'er's research on mental power is more thorough than anyone else's.
She perfected this method a long time ago.
I'm already very proficient at using it now, and there are absolutely no side effects."
Xuan Hao smiled dismissively, then suddenly moved closer, saying with a hint of confusion, "Shall I teach you?"
"Once you learn this trick, your efficiency in handling these messy official documents will definitely increase several times over! However..."
Xuanhao stroked his chin. "Although this way of thinking can greatly improve objective work efficiency, subjectively, because the brain's workload is increased, you will feel more tired and need more rest after you finish approving official documents."
"But with your terrifying mental strength as a level 99 Peerless Douluo, learning this should be a piece of cake. So, do you want to learn it?"
After hearing this, Bibi Dong's eyes did indeed flash with a hint of interest.
As the Pope, what she lacks most is time.
If she could really reduce the time she spends on government affairs like Xuan Hao, she would be able to free up more energy to cultivate and control the overall situation.
She paused, looking at Xuan Hao's handsome face so close to hers, and asked warily:
How do I learn it?
"I have a very efficient crash course training method that will allow you to quickly master the super-frequency of mental power and the separation of body."
Xuan Hao's smile became even brighter, but his eyes revealed a familiar wickedness.
Seeing his malicious expression, Bibi Dong's eyelids twitched, and she instinctively sensed danger.
She sneered, staring intently at him: "Xuanhao, didn't you make me spend the whole day with you yesterday?
What kind of trouble are you trying to cause today?!"
Xuan Hao shrugged. "Teacher, what you're saying is unreasonable.
Yesterday was just a waste of time. Although we spent the whole day there, we didn't really have any real fun, did we?"
...
As the sun sets, the blood-red afterglow shines through the tall stained-glass windows of the Papal Palace, casting dappled light and shadow on the heavy carpets of the Royal Palace.
The atmosphere on the large bed was one of blush-inducing languor and exhaustion.
Bibi Dong collapsed weakly into Xuan Hao's broad, hot chest.
The two of them had long since shed their elaborate robes, which symbolized supreme power.
Enveloped by Xuan Hao's absolutely domineering true dragon blood, there were no more unnecessary barriers between the two, and they treated each other with complete honesty and openness.
Bibi Dong's chest heaved violently, and her fair skin was even covered with a layer of fine, light pink sweat.
His usually imposing and cold fox eyes were now completely unfocused, staring mistily at the magnificent ceiling of the bedroom, as if he had just been pulled out of the water.
That's ridiculous.
Xuan Hao, that faithless bastard!
He claimed he was going to teach me some efficient office skills like "separating mental energy from the body," but as soon as we got into bed, this so-called "crash course" completely turned out to be something else entirely!
This kid truly kept his promise, relying on his amazing composure to firmly maintain the final balance and not forcibly cross that crucial final line.
but!
Except for that last step, everything else... was done!
Moreover, Xuan Hao unceremoniously used that dangerous "mental super-frequency" technique on the sensory resonance between the two of them.
With her mental frequency forcibly accelerated dozens of times, every breath Bibi Dong took and every touch of her skin was magnified infinitely.
That tingling and trembling sensation that explodes from the depths of one's soul is even more devastating than the most powerful soul skill!
What made Bibi Dong even more ashamed and indignant was that during this long afternoon of "torture," the fancy, even unorthodox, moves and methods that Xuan Hao used were things she had never even imagined in her more than forty years of life!
This isn't relaxation at all; it's practically grinding her last shred of sanity into the ground!
"You little rascal..."
Bibi Dong finally caught her breath, her voice hoarse and strained. She raised her aching arm and pinched Xuan Hao's chest hard, gritting her teeth as she questioned him:
"Where on earth did you learn so many... so many messy, fancy tricks?!"
Xuan Hao felt no pain from the pinching, and he let out a long, comfortable breath.
He stretched out his strong arms and hugged the empress in his arms even tighter, rubbing his chin against her hair, and innocently protested his innocence:
"Teacher, you've really misunderstood me. I'm not taking the blame for this!"
"These random moves and techniques, I didn't learn them on my own initiative! Na'er taught me them in private!"
Upon hearing the name "Na'er," Bibi Dong was visibly stunned for a moment.
She struggled to sit up halfway, looking at Xuan Hao's open and honest face with suspicion, her expression saying, "Do you think I'm an idiot?"
"She would teach you such vulgar and shameless things? Xuanhao, can't you at least pick someone more reliable to lie to?!"
"Tch, teacher, you just don't understand."
Xuan Hao's eyes twitched slightly, and he sighed earnestly, "Don't be fooled by Na'er's innocent and harmless appearance!"
"Don't let her well-behaved demeanor in front of outsiders fool you; behind closed doors, she's a master shrewd and highly skilled expert in these matters!"
"So... how did she teach you?"
Bibi Dong looked away somewhat awkwardly and snorted softly, "She's just a little girl, she can't expect you to memorize a whole book every day, can she?"
Xuan Hao coughed lightly, his eyes darting around nervously, and muttered to himself:
"Well... actions speak louder than words."
As soon as this sentence came out.
The air inside the bedroom, which had been somewhat enchanting and ambiguous, suddenly plummeted to freezing point!
The blush on Bibi Dong's face faded instantly, replaced by a chilling frost.
Her intensely intimidating fox-like eyes were fixed on Xuan Hao, her chest heaving violently, and the murderous intent in her eyes was almost bursting forth in a tangible form.
"Example is worse than verbal instruction?"
"Well, you, Xuan Hao! Yesterday you swore to me that you were very well-behaved in Tian Dou City, that you never harmed those young girls, and that you only played some borderline games every day?!"
"You call this not playing enough?!
You've even mastered these shady techniques through their own example, and now you have the nerve to tell me you didn't do anything?!"
"Calm down! Teacher, let me explain... no, let me clarify!"
Seeing that His Holiness the Pope was about to completely lose his temper and was ready to summon the Soul-Devouring Spider King to tear him apart at any moment, Xuan Hao reacted extremely quickly, giving her no chance to create distance and release her soul power.
He exerted force with both hands, like an iron hoop, and pressed Bibi Dong back into his arms.
His legs also locked her in place, showing no mercy and refusing to let go.
Bibi Dong struggled violently in his arms in a fit of rage.
Overwhelmed with shame, anger, and jealousy, Bibi Dong's eyes turned completely red, and her reason vanished in that instant.
She lowered her head, opened her mouth, and bit down hard on Xuan Hao's firm pectoral muscles!
"hiss--!"
Bibi Dong was genuinely emotional during that bite.
She even attached a layer of sharp soul power to the tip of her teeth.
That soul power, which was enough to cut through gold and jade, directly broke through the True Dragon Qi Blood defense on Xuan Hao's body and bit a row of deep, blood-stained teeth marks on his solid chest muscles!
Xuan Hao gasped in pain, his eyes twitching violently.
"Damn it! Teacher, are you really going to kill me?"
Xuan Hao stared in disbelief at the bloody teeth marks around his chest, then looked at the woman in his arms who was still panting heavily.
"Are you planning to murder your husband?!"
Stop trying to glorify yourself!
Upon hearing the words "husband," Bibi Dong's previously deathly pale face instantly flushed red.
She glared at him irritably, sneering repeatedly, "I am the Pope of the Spirit Hall, whose husband are you?!"
"Is there even a question? It's definitely yours."
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