Bibi Dong… was being temperamental with him?
She was blaming him for not coming to find her all these years?
She was using this cold, aloof act to express her grievances and resentment?
Women were always like this—saying one thing, meaning another.
Yu Xiaogang, instead of getting angry, actually felt a swelling sense of pride.
See? I still understand her best.
His pained expression became even more dramatic, his acting skills exploding as though a movie emperor had possessed him.
"Dong'er, I know… you still blame me."
"But do you know? All these years, there wasn't a single day I didn't think of you!"
He opened his arms wide, as if embracing the entire grand hall, his voice mournful and passionate.
"The reason I never came to find you… was because I had no face to see you! I was stuck at level 29—trash!"
"I didn't want you to see me in such a pitiful state! I was afraid you'd be disappointed!"
Then he dramatically spun back around, staring deeply at her, eyes full of an affection he believed was unforgettable and irresistible.
"But now… you've given me hope!"
"Dong'er! I know Feng Ran Pavilion was prepared by you for me! I know everything! Don't be mad anymore, alright? I truly… truly need this chance!"
If this were the Bibi Dong from twenty years ago, she might have run straight down the steps crying, throwing herself into his arms.
But today—
Bibi Dong just looked at him with the expression one reserves for an idiot.
Is this man mentally ill?
How blind was I… to have almost eloped with this creature?
The thought alone made Bibi Dong's stomach churn.
Her intelligence felt insulted across twenty years of time.
Yu Xiaogang, immersed in his own imaginary script, had already moved on to the next act.
Complaints.
He wanted to use the "suffering" he endured today to provoke her guilt.
"Dong'er, you don't know how much I suffered today… just to see you."
Yu Xiaogang's voice trembled with grievance.
"As soon as I entered Spirit City, I politely asked a squad of patrol soldiers for directions—just directions!"
"But they suddenly started punching and kicking me!"
At that moment—
A faint flicker of genuine surprise appeared in Bibi Dong's amethyst eyes.
Such a thing happened?
…Which squad was it? They did great. Promotion and doubled bonus this month.
Seeing her expression shift slightly, Yu Xiaogang immediately felt encouraged.
She was distressed for him!
She cared!
He became more enthusiastic, and more outrageous.
"And that's not all!"
"When I finally found Feng Ran Pavilion, the Titled Douluo guarding the door was even more unreasonable!"
"I didn't do anything! I just stated my name!!"
"And he—he went crazy and slapped me dozens of times! My face still burns!"
He turned his cheek to her, showing the faint residual swelling from Qian Daoliu's "work."
Bibi Dong's gaze landed on his disgusting face.
Immediately, the image of the shabby "security guard" at Feng Ran Pavilion flashed in her mind.
That must've been the old fossil—Qian Daoliu.
Well done.
For the first time in this life, Bibi Dong found him somewhat pleasing.
But…
Dozens of slaps?
Too few.
Yu Xiaogang, of course, misread her entirely.
In his black-hole-like brain, Bibi Dong's subtle expression =
She's distressed. She's furious for my sake!
His pathetic vanity inflated like a balloon.
Now was the perfect moment.
Time to put forth his ultimate demand.
He gritted his teeth, face full of righteous fury.
"But the most hateful one is that young brat inside Feng Ran Pavilion!"
"He relies on your backing and dared—"
He never finished the sentence.
Because—
A purple blur shot down from the Supreme Pontiff throne like lightning!
Yu Xiaogang didn't even see her move.
He only felt the world blur—
Bang!!!
The majestic Seraphim Scepter, symbol of supreme authority on the continent,
was swung by Bibi Dong like a baseball bat and smashed straight into his abdomen!
His eyeballs bulged.
His body flew backwards like an insect slapped off a table—
He slammed into the grand palace door with a thunderous thud, then slid down until his knees hit the floor hard.
"Ugh—!"
His stomach was empty.
The blow forced up the bitter gastric acid from last night, splattering across the pristine floor.
He clutched his abdomen, face warped with pain and confusion.
He shakily raised his head—
"D-Dong'er… w-why—"
BANG!!
Another heavy strike hammered into his mouth.
Teeth flew out.
Blood spurted.
Whatever he meant to say dissolved into choked whines.
Yu Xiaogang was stunned.
His mind blank.
But this… was only the beginning.
Bibi Dong looked like she had gone completely mad.
Her amethyst eyes burned with a frenzied fire Yu Xiaogang had never seen before.
She gripped the scepter with both hands and smashed it down on him again and again!
Crack! — his kneecap shattered!
Bang! — the arm he raised to block snapped like a twig!
Bones breaking echoed sharply in the great hall—
Along with Bibi Dong's suppressed growls:
"You dare… call him… a young brat?!"
"Yu! Xiao! Gang!"
"You! Deserve! To! DIE!"
How could she not understand who he meant by "that brat"?
Who else but Lin Feng?
The moment this useless trash insulted the man she admired—
Where was the "slow psychological torture" plan?
Where was "humiliate before destroying"?
All reason evaporated.
To hell with simmering the frog slowly!
To hell with subtle torment!
She couldn't hold back anymore!
Beat this ignorant dog first—
Then torture him slowly later!!!
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