Chapter 539: Bibi Dong and Ah Yin, Competing for Supremacy

On the golden beach, the salty and humid sea breeze blew gently.

The monstrous waves whipped up by the Devil Spirit Great White SharkXiao Bai gradually faded into the distance.

Carrying Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, and Ning Rongrong and their party, she completely vanished into the blue horizon.

Lin Qingmo only then slowly turned around.

His gaze fell deep into the quiet forest ahead and to the side.

A playful, wicked smile curled the corner of his mouth.

"Master, everyone has gone far away."

"As the dignified Pope of Spirit Hall, how much longer are you going to hang in the treetop?"

With those words, the wind brushed past slightly.

Deep within the silent forest, an extremely dazzling purplish-cyan afterimage suddenly surged forth.

A piercingly fragrant scent rushed in.

That was the night-dew floral scent exclusively belonging to the depths of the Supreme Pontiff’s bedchamber, so rich that it made Lin Qingmo feel slightly dizzy.

A graceful and alluring figure swept across the Void Realm.

In the blink of an eye, Bibi Dong actually crashed directly into Lin Qingmo’s embrace.

Slender, jade-like delicate arms tightly hooked around the youth’s neck.

A full, delicate body with extreme tension pressed closely against him.

"Master, what is this..."

Lin Qingmo hadn’t had time to make a teasing remark yet.

Bibi Dong had already grabbed his elbow and dragged him flying towards the most primitive, deepest recesses of the forest.

Tree shadows flickered, and branches and leaves rustled.

How did this look like a patrol by a high-and-mighty Supreme Pontiff?

This was clearly a scene of forcefully abducting a mountain-bandit chieftain’s wife.

"Master, slow down, where are you taking me?"

Bibi Dong didn’t answer at all.

Dragging him, she ran several miles in one breath, heading straight into the deep mountains and old forests with towering ancient trees.

Beneath a millennium-old ancient oak tree that required several people to embrace, Bibi Dong suddenly stopped in her tracks.

She turned around and pressed Lin Qingmo tightly against the rough tree trunk.

"Crack—"

The hem of the Supreme Pontiff’s robe brushed against a tree branch with a light sound.

On Bibi Dong’s peerlessly beautiful face, usually majestic, ruthless, and overlooking the world, a terribly bizarre flush hung at this very moment.

Her purplish-cyan pupils shimmered with moisture.

Her delicate tip of the tongue gently licked across her alluringly glossy red lips.

Her heavy and scorching breath directly hit Lin Qingmo’s collarbone.

"A-Qing."

"How boring it is in the bedchamber."

"Don’t you want to try some more thrilling, wilder experiences?"

Popping out from the mouth of the noble and cold Supreme Pontiff, these words were even more shocking than a "100,000 years" Spirit Ability.

Lin Qingmo was stunned on the spot for half a second.

Experienced as he was, in an instant he understood Bibi Dong’s meaning.

In this remote wilderness, with the sky as a blanket and the earth as a bed.

Ancient trees towered to the skies, and beast roars echoed faintly.

This Supreme Pontiff, usually high-and-mighty and arrogant, actually wanted to have an open-air hand-to-hand combat with him.

Lin Qingmo couldn’t help shouting "good fellow" in his heart.

Contrast!

This was the ultimate contrast!

On Spirit Square, she was the Dominator of Spirit Hall who suppressed the entire continent with a wave of her hand.

In front of Tang San and Yu Xiaogang, she was a ruthless, lofty Divine Rank powerhouse.

Yet in private, within this dark and unknown dense forest, she had transformed into a fanatical little woman craving to be conquered.

"Since Master has such elegant interests, if this disciple didn’t accompany you to the end, wouldn’t that be too unfilial?"

Lin Qingmo’s mouth curved upward, and his eyes burst with fanatical Battle Intent.

Since Master had already said so, he couldn’t be bothered to talk nonsense; just go for it.

What worldly etiquette?

What Supreme Pontiff majesty?

None of that existed here.

...

Long after.

Deep in the forest, the clouds dispersed and the rain cleared.

The bent branches gradually returned to their original positions.

Bibi Dong lazily leaned against the tree trunk.

Her long, fair legs crossed casually together, shimmering with a heart-stirring gloss.

She tidied her messy purple robe with a hint of exhaustion, the corners of her brows and eyes filled with comfort and relaxation after a satisfying time.

The usually brisk and resolute Supreme Pontiff now revealed a bit of endearing laziness at this moment.

"Little scoundrel, it seems you also like this kind of thrill very much."

Bibi Dong glanced at him sideways, her voice mixed with a slightly hoarse coquettish reproach.

Lin Qingmo was just preparing to put on his outer garment.

An unexpected change suddenly occurred.

A warm and jade-like blue light suddenly lit up from his chest.

The azure soft light intertwined and spiraled.

In the Void Realm, an elegant and graceful, slender figure gradually condensed.

Blue Silver EmperorAh Yin appeared out of thin air.

A long azure dress wrapped around her curvaceous figure.

The originally elegant and noble Blue Silver Emperor currently wore an extremely complex flush on her gentle and delicate face.

The depths of her beautiful eyes were filled with unspeakable emotions.

There was shame, endurance, and even jealousy that was almost about to gush out.

Bibi Dong raised her eyebrows slightly.

Her deep purplish-cyan pupils fell on Ah Yin.

She almost recognized this person at a single glance.

"Blue Silver Emperor?"

Bibi Dong’s red lips curled into a playful arc.

"Running out at this time, what do you want to do?"

Ah Yin completely ignored Bibi Dong’s interrogation.

As a Spirit inhabiting Lin Qingmo’s body, she had watched the earth-shaking forest battle just now in a "zero-distance" manner from beginning to end.

Ah Yin bit her delicate lower lip hard.

Tiny blood streaks were almost about to ooze out at the corner of her lips.

Jealousy.

That was fanatical jealousy stemming from the depths of her bone marrow.

Why could Bibi Dong monopolize him so unscrupulously?

Why could she only hide in the dark like a bystander watching a show?

Under Bibi Dong’s teasing gaze, Ah Yin actually moved her steps, slowly came before Lin Qingmo, and hugged him.

Lin Qingmo was stuck in place on the spot.

Good fellow.

This was Ah Yin!

Did it have to be this thrilling?

"Ah Yin, you..."

Lin Qingmo lowered his head to stroke her azure hair, speaking softly.

Ah Yin raised her gentle, pretty face, moisture shimmering in her beautiful eyes, staring fixedly at Lin Qingmo.

She wanted to prove her existence.

She wanted to have a place in this man’s heart.

Seeing this, not only did Bibi Dong not have any Life Qi, but instead she extended her slender jade hand to wrap around Lin Qingmo’s shoulder.

Leaning close to the youth’s ear, she joked with orchid-like breath.

"Hehe, A-Qing."

"Your methods of disciplining people are getting increasingly clever."

"Even Tang Hao’s treasured grass sprite Ah Yin was tamed by you to be so obedient and submissive? She can even do such intimate things."

Hearing Bibi Dong’s joke, Lin Qingmo couldn’t help twitching the corner of his mouth slightly.

I’ve been wronged!

Immense grievance.

He really hadn’t deliberately disciplined Ah Yin.

He could only clearly feel the monstrous jealousy on Ah Yin at this moment that was almost about to ignite the air.

This usually gentle, considerate, and softly spoken Blue Silver Emperor had every single cell in her body screaming frantically right now.

She wanted it too.

She wanted everything Bibi Dong possessed.

That appearance of fanatical venting of possessiveness also stimulated Bibi Dong who was standing nearby.

Bibi Dong raised her dark eyebrows.

A trace of unwillingness to admit defeat and desire for victory suddenly flashed through her eyes that were originally watching the show.

This grass sprite actually dared to monopolize A-Qing in front of this seat?

Did she think this Supreme Pontiff was just a decoration?

Bibi Dong let out a cold snort.

Beneath her noble and elegant Supreme Pontiff robe, that pair of alluring, slender legs bent slightly.

The high-and-mighty Pope of Spirit Hall.

And the former "100,000 years" Blue Silver Emperor.

One left and one right, one purple and one blue.

"Hiss!"

Lin Qingmo drew a sharp breath of cold air.

He only felt a surge of hot blood rush straight to the top of his head, his whole body’s blood instantly boiling to the extreme.

This scene...

Was simply even wilder than fighting ten Titled Douluo single-handedly.

"Tang Hao, Yu Xiaogang, if the two of you saw this scene right now, you’d probably burst all your spirit rings from anger on the spot and die coughing up blood, right?"

Lin Qingmo couldn’t help cheerfully wanting to recite a poem.

Purple robes and blue leaves fold away their sharpness, facing each other crouching forward to eagerly offer wine.

In the past each held oaths of mountains and seas, today competing for a single glance to wait by the sovereign’s side.

(End of Chapter)

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