Douluo Dalu: The Goddesses Know My Secrets

Chapter 92: The Master Who Still Strikes at Her Disciple A Dream


Chapter 92: The Master Who Still Strikes at Her Disciple, A Dream

"Ma-Master?!"

Lin Qingmo cried out in alarm.

He scrambled to cover himself.

As a result, suspended in mid-air, his movements were comical and pathetic, and he nearly lost his balance and fell back into the water.

Finally, after managing to stabilize himself and land, he instinctively curled his body up.

At this moment, his face was hot enough to fry an egg, and he wished he could immediately dig a hole to bury himself or jump back into the spring water.

Wasn’t this a massive public humiliation scene!

Naked in front of his most respected Master?

The level of awkwardness was off the charts!

Ah Yin, why didn’t you remind me!

Lin Qingmo frantically complained internally.

"A-Qing."

Bibi Dong’s voice rang out, betraying no emotion.

But the instant her voice fell, her figure vanished from the spot like Gui Mei.

The next moment.

A figure carrying a faint fragrance and warm breath had already appeared before Lin Qingmo.

Lin Qingmo hadn’t even reacted.

He felt a gentle yet irresistible force, and immediately, he fell into a soft and fragrant embrace.

Bibi Dong extended her arms and tightly hugged his body, which had just emerged from the water and still bore droplets.

"Ma... Master?"

Lin Qingmo froze, his mind blank.

Was this development a bit strange?

Although his Master usually cared for him, was this... okay?

Moreover, he could feel the arms holding him tightening, so tight that they were almost suffocating him.

Bibi Dong did not respond immediately.

She gently buried her face in his wet shoulder and neck.

She took a deep breath, as if confirming his existence, or perhaps drawing in a certain Qi.

Deep within her purple eyes, the long-suppressed emotions of obsession, possessiveness, and a certain near-mad paranoia surged forth like a burst dam, no longer concealable.

The young man in her arms, having been tempered by ice and fire, had a body as perfect as a work of art meticulously carved by a Divine Craftsman.

Every inch of muscle contained explosive power and vital energy.

That unique spirit power, which had undergone Fusion with the ice and fire Qi, that surging vitality, that clear yet resolute gaze... everything about him captivated her.

"A-Qing..."

She murmured, her voice carrying a strange hoarseness and magnetism.

Her warm breath brushed past Lin Qingmo’s ear.

"You always manage to surprise me."

Following her words.

A terrifying Aura, vast as the ocean and deep as an abyss, spread out from her without warning.

That was not an attack.

It was more like the enveloping presence of a Domain, a form of absolute control.

Lin Qingmo felt his consciousness being cast into a warm deep sea.

Everything around him quickly receded and blurred.

The Qi and spirit power fluctuations emanating from Bibi Dong gently yet forcefully wrapped around his spirit, preventing him from generating the slightest thought of resistance, leaving him only feeling immensely drowsy.

"Master... I..."

His eyelids were heavy, and he struggled to stay awake.

He wanted to ask what was happening.

But his words ultimately faded on his lips, and his consciousness sank completely into darkness.

Before he completely lost consciousness.

He seemed to hear a sigh and a whisper, extremely soft and gentle, yet they made his heart tremble inexplicably.

"I’m sorry, A-Qing. This time... I really couldn’t hold back."

The Ah Yin branches and leaves covering Lin Qingmo, which were connected to his Qi, began to violently stir the moment Bibi Dong embraced him.

The pale blue branches and leaves grew wildly, attempting to Bind Bibi Dong’s arms and separate the two.

Ah Yin’s spiritual consciousness could clearly sense the possessiveness and dangerous Aura that was almost spilling out of the woman’s eyes.

That was definitely not as simple as master-disciple affection!

A-Qing must absolutely not be allowed to fall into her hands defenselessly in this situation!

"Hmm?"

Bibi Dong slightly raised her eyes.

The tenderness in her purple eyes was instantly replaced by icy frost.

She did not look at the restless Blue Silver Grass.

She simply spoke a few words lightly to the air.

"Ah Yin, I advise you to behave."

"Don’t forget, you are currently just a blade of grass."

Before her voice faded.

Her free left hand casually lifted and lightly sliced through the air.

"Buzz—"

A spirit power barrier instantly opened.

The spirit power barrier, like an inverted bowl, completely enveloped her and Lin Qingmo.

The barrier isolated everything inside and out.

It even blocked Ah Yin’s extended tendrils outside the spirit power barrier.

Inside the barrier, a small world was self-contained.

Outside the barrier.

All of Ah Yin’s branches and leaves froze in mid-air, futilely slapping against the invisible wall.

She could "see" the blurred silhouettes inside and feel that Lin Qingmo’s Qi was stable, meaning he was only unconscious.

Yet she could no longer touch him in the slightest.

She could neither transmit any information nor intervene in any way.

A deep sense of powerlessness and anxiety swept over the Blue Silver Emperor’s residual spiritual consciousness.

She could only sway her branches and leaves helplessly outside the barrier, like the most common plant, emitting anxious spiritual fluctuations.

Inside the barrier.

Bibi Dong lowered her head and looked at the quietly sleeping face of the young man in her arms.

Long eyelashes cast faint shadows beneath his eyelids.

His lips, exceptionally rosy from the recently completed tempering, were slightly pursed.

His defenseless appearance was so pure it made her gaze burn hot.

The ice in her eyes rapidly melted, replaced once more by that drowning tenderness and paranoid possessiveness.

She stretched out a slender, pale finger, its tip trembling imperceptibly, gently stroking Lin Qingmo’s smooth cheek, tracing his clearly defined jawline, and finally resting on his soft lips.

"Perfect... increasingly perfect..."

Her voice was as low as a sleep talker’s, carrying an almost demonic tremor.

"How can I bear to let go of A-Qing like this? How can I bear to give him to someone else?"

"A-Qing, my A-Qing..."

While murmuring, she pulled the young man tighter into her embrace.

As if wanting to knead him into her own flesh and blood.

"You are mine! No one can take you away!"

The black robe spread out like enormous wings before gently folding back, completely obscuring their embracing figures... Time quietly slipped away amidst this tranquility and hidden intensity.

The next day.

The first ray of morning sun pierced through the thin mist, gently scattering upon the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well’s medicinal garden, and also upon the sleeping young man on the shore.

Lin Qingmo’s eyelashes fluttered a few times, and he slowly opened his eyes.

The golden sunlight was a bit dazzling.

He squinted his eyes, adjusting to the light.

The feeling in his body was strange, warm and cozy, like soaking in warm water.

Yet, at the same time, he felt as if all his bones had been disassembled and reassembled, permeated by a deep, unfamiliar soreness and weakness.

Especially his waist and legs, which were intensely sore and swollen.

But strangely.

Amidst this soreness, there was also a sense of thorough relief and comfort.

A certain long-accumulated restlessness and stagnation within his body had been completely cleared and released.

Every cell stretched out lazily, full of vitality.

"Ugh... what happened?"

He propped himself up and sat.

He rubbed his throbbing temples.

His long hair was draped over his shoulders, still somewhat damp.

Last night... did he have a very long, chaotic, and passionate dream?

In the dream, there seemed to be soft touches, burning breaths, tight embraces, and... some more ambiguous and blurred fragments that made his heart pound and cheeks flush.

But no matter how hard he tried to recall them, the scenes were like they were behind a thick fog.

Hazy and indistinct, impossible to see clearly.

Only a strong and ambiguous sensory memory remained.

(End of Chapter)

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