Chapter 15 Bibi Dong Stands Tall: Is that old woman prettier, or is my sister prettier?
Bibi Dong narrowed her eyes, her gaze lingering for a moment on Chao Tianxiang's impressive bust.
Then, she subconsciously looked down at herself.
Although she is now a young woman just coming of age, her figure is definitely outstanding among her peers, with a shapely figure and a budding youthful appearance.
But compared to Chao Tianxiang, who is at the peak of her beauty and taking a mature approach...
In terms of "scale", it is indeed slightly inferior.
"snort!"
A strong sense of resentment welled up in Bibi Dong's heart.
How could she, a dignified Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall and a proud daughter of heaven, lose to a random passerby in a place like this?
'What's so great about being big?'
It's just two lumps of meat!
'I'm still growing, I'll definitely be bigger than her someday!'
Bibi Dong gritted her teeth, feeling a sour taste in her mouth. The more she looked at Chao Tianxiang, the more displeased she became, and the more she saw Lan Yue's "obsessed" look, the angrier she got.
She reached out and covered Lan Yue's eyes, forcibly turning his little head back.
"Huh? What are you doing, sister?"
Lan Yue's vision went black, and he asked somewhat blankly.
"Don't look!"
Bibi Dong's voice carried a hint of gritted teeth, and a subtle, almost imperceptible, coquettish tone:
"Why are you staring at such shady people at such a young age instead of learning good manners?"
Be careful not to get a sty!
Lan Yue innocently brushed Bibi Dong's hand away, blinking his big eyes:
"I just think that older sister's martial spirit is very special..."
"You dare to talk back?"
Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes widened, and she reached out a finger and gently poked Lan Yue's forehead.
Seeing Lan Yue's bewildered expression, Bibi Dong's competitive spirit was completely ignited.
A dangerous smile curved her lips as she leaned close to Lan Yue's ear, her breath sweet as orchids, her tone carrying a hint of seduction and threat:
"You think she's pretty, right?"
"You think she has a good figure, right?"
"OK..."
Bibi Dong took a deep breath, puffed out her chest—though not as magnificent as Chao Tianxiang's, it was still upright and beautiful—and silently vowed in her heart:
'Once Elder Zhao Zi has finished dealing with the matter, the convoy will resume its journey...'
'Back in the carriage, draw the curtain.'
'Your older sister will definitely show you, this naive little one, who's never seen anything like it, who's really better!'
'If I don't completely bewitch you, I'm not Bibi Dong!'
Outside the car, the atmosphere was heavy.
Zhao Zi stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sharp and intense. He merely swept his eyes around, and the oppressive aura of a Title Douluo silenced everyone present.
"Tell me, what happened?"
Zhao Zi's voice was indifferent, revealing neither joy nor anger.
Although Meng Shu was young, he was, after all, the head of a clan and had a calm and steady temperament.
Suppressing his excitement and awe, Meng Shu stepped forward and respectfully bowed.
"Your wisdom is profound!"
The younger generation, Meng Shu, and my wife, Chao Tianxiang, were training here when they were fortunate enough to discover a thousand-year-old Datura plant.
Who knew this group of people...
Meng Shu pointed to the group of men in black beside him, a hint of hatred flashing in his eyes:
"This group not only wanted to steal the spiritual herbs, but also intended to kill them to silence them!"
"If it weren't for your timely intervention, my wife and I would probably be dead here today!"
Upon hearing this, the group of men in black were terrified and were about to start arguing and begging for mercy.
Zhao Zi merely glanced at them coldly, her powerful mental energy sweeping over them instantly, piercing through their meager disguise.
Murderous intent, greed, and the lingering smell of blood on his body.
Clearly, this group of people are repeat offenders.
"Hmph, murder for treasure, they deserve to die."
Zhao Zi despised such despicable tactics. He snorted coldly and didn't even bother to listen to these ants' explanations.
With a casual wave of her hand, Zhao Zi unleashed a streak of purple soul power.
"Bang!
Bang!
Bang!"
A series of muffled explosions rang out.
The group of men in black didn't even have time to scream before a sharp pain shot through their dantian.
His soul power, cultivated through years of hard work, instantly dissipated, and his meridians were completely severed!
"ah--!!
My soul power!
My soul power is ruined!
"No!
No!
The cries of agony rose and fell, echoing along the edge of the forest.
Zhao Zi didn't even glance at the group of useless people, but simply said to Meng Shu:
"I dislike killing, but these people's cultivation has been destroyed. Whether they live or die depends on your moods."
After saying that, Zhao Zi didn't wait for Meng Shu to thank her and turned back to her carriage.
"Let's keep going."
With a command given, the Spirit Hall's convoy slowly started moving again.
Meng Shu and Chao Tianxiang, their faces full of gratitude, were left behind, along with the group of men in black who were wailing in despair.
...
The wheels rolled on, and the carriage resumed its journey on the official road.
However, for Lan Yue, the real "crisis" has only just begun.
Inside the carriage, the originally spacious space now felt unusually cramped.
As the carriage curtain fell, blocking the view from the outside, Bibi Dong's smile gradually became more "kind".
She approached step by step, forcing Lan Yue into the innermost corner of the carriage.
"Sister...sister, what...what are you going to do?"
With his back against the cold car wall, Lan Yue had nowhere to retreat. Looking at the stunningly beautiful face that kept getting bigger and bigger in front of him, he started to stutter.
Bibi Dong didn't speak, but stared intently at Lan Yue with her seemingly expressive pale purple eyes.
Then, she made a move that caused Lan Yue's heart to stop beating.
Bibi Dong crossed her arms in front of her chest, a gesture that easily compresses her figure, let alone the fact that she did it intentionally.
The figure of a girl who was already well-developed.
With the arms supporting and squeezing, a breathtakingly deep ravine was immediately revealed.
The scale looks much more spectacular than usual!
Although it is not quite as mature as the snake woman from before, it is tall and proud, with a perfect shape, full of youthful vitality and elasticity.
"Plop..."
Lan Yue subconsciously swallowed.
It was afternoon, and a ray of golden sunlight shone through the crack in the car window, falling right on Bibi Dong.
Backlit, Bibi Dong's fair, snow-white skin seemed to glow, her entire being gilded with a holy yet alluring golden edge.
In Lan Yue's vision, there was nothing else but that dazzling white expanse.
It was a visually stunning spectacle.
The girl's unique fragrance, mixed with her faint body temperature, enveloped him completely, causing Lan Yue's brain to instantly shut down.
Bibi Dong looked down at the huddled Lan Yue, a smug smile playing on her lips, her voice lazy yet dangerous:
"How about it?
Little Yueyue.
"Do you see it clearly now?"
"That old woman is prettier..."
Bibi Dong leaned slightly forward, her snow-white skin getting even closer to Lan Yue's face, almost touching the tip of his nose:
"Is your older sister's dress prettier?"
[end of the chapter]