Bibi Dong turned to look at Ning Bei on the high platform.
Just one glance froze Ning Bei for three seconds, so much so that he didn't even notice the melon seeds slipping from his hand and falling to the ground.
What was he seeing? What was with that doting, loving look in Pope Big Sister's eyes? Had something gone wrong?
Before he could figure it out, he saw Bibi Dong beckon to him.
"A Bei, come!"
As her voice fell, the entire hall became silent. Ning Bei trembled slightly, the silence deafening.
Ning Bei pointed at his nose, dumbfounded, as if confirming whether he was truly being called.
But Bibi Dong, seeing his bewildered expression, covered her mouth and chuckled for a moment before beckoning to him again.
"A Bei, come here!"
Yu Xiaogang stared blankly at Bibi Dong, whose eyes were filled with adoration as she called out to Ning Bei, unable to speak for a long time. That voice…
If he hadn't misheard, was that a cutesy voice?
Swallowing, Ning Bei slowly rose and walked towards Bibi Dong, stiffly, as if his arms and legs were moving together. From a perspective Yu Xiaogang couldn't see, he gave Bibi Dong a questioning look, as if asking, What are you old folks up to?
Bibi Dong ignored Ning Bei's speechless expression. She took a step forward, hooked her arm through Ning Bei's, and gently rested her delicate head on his shoulder.
Ning Bei only felt his arm sink into a deep crevice, his body stiff, not daring to move.
"Elder Yu, allow me to introduce you. This is my beloved, Ning Bei of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."
*Thump thump thump thump*
Footsteps backing away mixed with murmurs of "Impossible," "Impossible."
Yu Xiaogang stared at Bibi Dong in disbelief, seemingly wanting an explanation.
"Dong'er, this can't be true. You're lying to me, right?"
His already expressionless face was contorted with rage, making him look even uglier.
Bibi Dong looked at Yu Xiaogang without expression and said, "Didn't you say that someone with a heart as venomous as mine would abandon anything for power? If I combine with Bei Er, Spirit Hall and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect can easily sweep across the continent. How much power do you think I'll wield then?"
Seeing the other party's disheartened appearance, Ning Bei finally understood Pope Big Sister's intentions. He shot Bibi Dong a displeased glance. What did she take him for? Using him to anger this good-for-nothing?
This was truly like sprinkling pepper at a neighbor's doorstep—numbing the next door neighbor!
As if sensing Ning Bei's gaze, a flicker of guilt flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes.
It was this hint of guilt that made Yu Xiaogang, who was intently watching her, secretly delighted. He quickly said, "Dong'er, I knew you were lying to me, right? You brought this kid here to anger me, right?"
Ning Bei raised an eyebrow slightly. His annoyance had reached its peak. He had just come to watch the show but was pulled into it as a prop, only for the other party to see through it. It was utterly humiliating.
Seeing the other party's confident expression, Bibi Dong felt a surge of disgust. She snorted coldly, pulled Ning Bei closer to face her, then stood on her high heels and went in for the attack.
Ning Bei stared at the rapidly approaching beautiful face, frozen in place. For a moment, he didn't react at all, and was directly "attacked" by Pope Big Sister.
His pupils instantly dilated, then he extended his tongue from the heart.
This time, it was Bibi Dong, with her back to Grandmaster Yu, whose pupils dilated. Her heart filled with shame and anger, she began to wonder if it was truly worth it to use herself to disgust a good-for-nothing.
But after just a thought, Bibi Dong abandoned the idea of pushing Ning Bei away. They had gone this far with the act; wouldn't pushing him away now be even more embarrassing?
One second, two seconds, one minute, two minutes.
Time slowly passed. The entire hall was so quiet that one could hear a mosquito flapping its wings. Only Yu Xiaogang stood trembling, watching the "couple" in front of him display their affection.
Yu Xiaogang staggered back a few steps before steadying himself, his murderous gaze fixed on Ning Bei.
Ning Bei also recovered from the intoxicating moment, unsure if he had lost or gained from it.
Glancing at the annoying deadpan man beside him, and seeing that he still dared to glare, a mischievous smile instantly appeared on Ning Bei's lips. Let's see if I can't piss you off! Now's the time to take advantage, by imperial decree.
He took two steps, turning back to face Yu Xiaogang, and wrapped his arms around Bibi Dong's delicate body from behind, pressing close to her still flushed cheek.
Feeling the slight tremor in the delicate body in his arms, Ning Bei felt a bit more satisfied. This is what you get for pulling this stunt without discussing it.
You started this play; it's up to me to decide when it ends.
His large hands roamed over her delicate body for a moment before resting on her lower abdomen.
"Dong'er, weren't you asking me yesterday if I'd thought of a name for our child?"
"Hmm?"
Bibi Dong froze instantly. When did I...?
After a moment, understanding Ning Bei's intention, Bibi Dong's lips twitched slightly. She then pulled out what she thought was a gentle smile and placed her hands over his large hands on her lower abdomen.
"Any thoughts?"
"How about Ning Niandong?"
Bibi Dong's cheeks flushed again. After muttering a few quiet words to herself, she smiled and said, "Whatever you say!"
Ning Bei chuckled mischievously and kissed her pretty face, inhaling the faint fragrance of her hair, a ripple forming in his heart.
"My Dong'er is such a good girl!"
Then, the two of them strolled along as if no one else was around, like a young couple under the night sky, basking in each other's warmth.
Ning Bei would occasionally brush his lips against her warm earlobe, feeling the slight tremor of the figure in his arms with each touch.
"Pfft!"
An untimely sound broke the harmonious atmosphere between them. It turned out to be Grandmaster Yu spitting a mouthful of old blood onto the ground.
His eyes bloodshot, he tremblingly lifted his head.
"You despicable pair, I'll kill you!"
As he spoke, he summoned Luo Sanpao, and two yellow Spirit Rings appeared in succession.
"Fart like thunder, shake the heavens and earth!"
Before he could finish speaking, a palm formed by Ning Bei's concentrated Soul Power slapped him five meters away.
Ning Bei then carefully pinched Bibi Dong's delicate nose.
"Do you have no public decency? My darling is pregnant; you want her to smell farts?"
Bibi Dong in his arms rolled her eyes in a beautiful, disgusted way but didn't retort.
Seeing this, Yu Xiaogang on the ground spat out another mouthful of old blood, making Ning Bei marvel at his thick health bar.
Seeing that he could still endure, Ning Bei mischievously released Bibi Dong's delicate nose again, lowering his head slightly under Yu Xiaogang's murderous gaze.
"Mm!"
Ning Bei pressed his lips together slightly, leaving a fresh red mark between Your Majesty the Pope's exquisite collarbones. Then, pressing against Bibi Dong's cheek, he smugly looked at the Grandmaster.
"Pfft!"
More blood, even more than the previous two mouthfuls, gushed out. Grandmaster Yu's eyes rolled back, and he fainted.
Just as Ning Bei was still enjoying the softness in his arms, Hu Liena, who had heard the commotion outside, rushed into the hall.
She looked around.
Hmm? A middle-aged man with a paralyzed face, spitting blood on the ground, seemingly half-dead? No problem there.
Hmm? A young man embracing Teacher? No problem either… Wait, that's a huge problem!
She could hardly believe her eyes, trembling all over as she cautiously retreated back outside the door.
"Teach… Teacher, I didn't see anything!"
After saying that, she ran off into the distance, afraid that if she delayed even a moment, she would be silenced!
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