Chapter 124: Xiao Wu's Helplessness, Bibi Dong's Pleasure
"Ah Qing!!!"
The scream burst from her throat.
Xiao Wu no longer cared about anything else. Only one thought remained in her mind: rush over, pull Ah Qing away, and push that woman aside.
She shot forward like an arrow released from a bowstring.
"?"
Hearing the commotion, Bibi Dong's body stiffened slightly.
A trace of violent irritation flashed through her violet eyes.
The next moment, an icy killing intent descended across the entire clearing like tangible blades.
She did not even stand up. She simply raised her left hand and clenched her fingers slightly in the air.
A terrifying suction force suddenly appeared.
"Ugh!"
Xiao Wu's charging body suddenly halted, and then she was uncontrollably pulled backwards.
"Bang!"
A cold hand seized her throat, and her body was slammed to the ground as if weightless.
"Urgh!"
The feeling of suffocation surged over her, and Xiao Wu's face quickly flushed red.
She desperately clawed at the hand gripping her neck, but it was like an iron clamp that would not budge.
Under the suppression of a Titled Douluo's soul power, she could not even release her martial soul. She could only struggle in vain.
She glared fiercely at the face beneath the black robe.
That face was very familiar to her. It was Ah Qing's teacher, that mysterious and powerful Titled Douluo woman.
"You…"
Xiao Wu's voice trembled as she forced the words out between her teeth, tinged with tears.
"Aren't you… his teacher?"
"Why would you treat Ah Qing like this?!"
Every word trembled with furious anger.
Bibi Dong looked down at her from above, her violet eyes devoid of any emotional fluctuation.
She did not even bother answering. Instead, the strength in her hand increased slightly, pressing Xiao Wu's entire head into the dirt.
Explain?
There was no need.
Since she had been seen, let the girl see clearly.
See clearly who Ah Qing originally belonged to.
See clearly with what gaze and identity she should stand in what position.
A trace of twisted madness surfaced from the depths of her eyes.
Yes. Just like this.
Let the girl watch. Let her open her eyes wide and watch carefully.
Watch how she touched Ah Qing. Watch how she possessed Ah Qing.
Watch her cry, watch her struggle, and watch her helplessness.
Just imagining such a scene made her tremble with excitement.
"Ah Qing… Ah Qing…"
Xiao Wu's broken sobs were muffled in the dirt.
Tears mixed with soil smeared across her face, but her eyes stubbornly remained open, staring fixedly in Lin Qingmo's direction.
She hated it!
She hated this woman. She hated her hypocrisy. She hated her madness.
But she hated herself even more—hated her own weakness. Weak to the point where she could not even protect someone important to her.
And… and that woman was so practiced at it. Clearly, this was not the first time.
That realization stabbed into Xiao Wu's heart like a knife.
She cried even harder, her shoulders trembling uncontrollably, yet even her voice was suppressed by soul power and could barely escape.
…
No one knew how long had passed.
Perhaps a long time, perhaps only a few minutes.
Bibi Dong finally stopped.
She let out a long breath. The madness in her eyes gradually faded, returning to that unfathomable calm.
From her sleeve, she took out a silk handkerchief and slowly wiped the corner of Lin Qingmo's mouth and his body.
Her movements were gentle, as if handling a fragile treasure.
Only then did she release her grip and withdraw the suppression she had placed on Xiao Wu.
"Cough… cough…"
The moment she regained her freedom, Xiao Wu immediately crawled over to Lin Qingmo.
She pulled the young man tightly into her arms, large tears falling onto his face and neck.
"Ah Qing… Ah Qing…"
Her voice calling his name had grown terribly hoarse.
Bibi Dong stood up, the hem of her black robe dragging along the ground.
She looked down at the two of them embracing each other, her tone colder than the bitter wind of midwinter.
"What happened today stays buried in your stomach."
"You!"
Xiao Wu suddenly raised her head, her reddened eyes glaring at her.
"If you dare tell Ah Qing, or anyone else, I will make you understand what it means to wish you were dead."
Bibi Dong's voice was soft, yet every word carried the weight of death.
…
Xiao Wu's lips trembled.
She wanted to curse. She wanted to shout. She wanted to rush forward and tear that woman's face apart.
But reason held her back tightly.
A Titled Douluo was a height she could never reach, no matter how desperately she struggled.
Even if she told him, would Ah Qing believe her?
And if he did, then what? Turn against his teacher? Only to be captured by that woman afterwards?
The madness and possessiveness Bibi Dong displayed toward Ah Qing filled her with fear.
She did not dare gamble.
More importantly… she was afraid Ah Qing would be heartbroken.
That boy who always smiled while patting her head. If he learned that the teacher he respected had done such a thing to him, how much pain would he feel?
Xiao Wu did not dare imagine it.
She bit down on her lower lip until she tasted blood.
In the end, she lowered her head and said nothing.
A faint smile curved at the corner of Bibi Dong's lips.
Very obedient.
Just like Ah Yin before her, she chose silence.
Such a familiar pleasure.
"Take care of him."
She gave Lin Qingmo one final glance, her gaze deep and complicated like a bottomless pool.
"It won't be long before he wakes up."
After speaking, her black robe swirled, and Bibi Dong's figure disappeared into the depths of the forest.
…
Xiao Wu held Lin Qingmo for a long time.
Only when the boy in her arms trembled slightly and his eyelashes fluttered did she suddenly snap back to her senses.
She hurriedly wiped away the tear marks on her face.
"Mm…"
Lin Qingmo frowned slightly and slowly opened his eyes.
His vision was still a little blurry. He felt someone holding him, and the back of his head rested on something soft.
The familiar scent made him relax instinctively.
"Xiao Wu?"
He blinked and finally saw the face right in front of him clearly.
"Why are you here? Where's my teacher?"
"!"
Xiao Wu's heart skipped violently.
She forced herself to squeeze out a smile, though it looked terribly stiff.
"I… I just got here."
Her voice was still hoarse.
Knowing she was lying, she did not dare look into Lin Qingmo's eyes and instead glanced toward a nearby tree.
"Your teacher has already left. She said I should take care of you."
Left, huh.
Lin Qingmo felt a little disappointed.
He had wanted to stay with his teacher a bit longer and properly thank her for helping him fuse the soul bone.
But his teacher had always been mysterious and elusive. The fact that she came at all was already rare.
He pushed himself up, trying to sit, but a wave of soreness spread through his body.
That feeling… felt strangely familiar.
"Ah Qing, are you alright?"
Xiao Wu asked nervously, her hand still supporting his arm.
"I'm fine. Just a bit sore."
Lin Qingmo smiled and rolled his shoulders.
"Probably because fusing the soul bone consumed too much energy."
With a thought, the skin on his back warmed slightly.
Eight jade-colored spider legs silently extended from the air behind him.
This time, his clothes were not torn. The spider lances seemed to pass through a layer of water and extend directly through the clothing into the outside world.
Emerald light flowed along the spider legs.
With a gentle tap against the ground, the spider lances lifted Lin Qingmo's entire body into the air.
He hovered there, the eight spider legs swaying slightly like living creatures while maintaining perfect balance.
Even Lin Qingmo himself was stunned.
"Moving like this is much easier than walking."
Xiao Wu looked up at him, her eyes wide.
"Ah Qing, this is…"
"An external soul bone, Emerald Eight Spider Lances."
Lin Qingmo lowered himself with the spider legs and reached out to touch one of them.
"This is what I fused earlier. I obtained it unexpectedly while my teacher was helping me hunt my fourth soul ring."
After hearing that, Xiao Wu's eyes lit up. She was genuinely happy for him.
"That's amazing! Ah Qing, your luck is incredible!"
If… if that earlier incident had never happened, she would definitely be jumping up and hugging him while shouting in celebration.
But now…
She could only suppress that excitement and replace it with a somewhat natural smile.
The secret weighed heavily on her heart, like a stone blocking her chest—heavy and suffocating.
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