Douluo: It started when Bibi Dong tricked me into drinking tea

Chapter 3: Run away when you see a female spider
"Hahaha!"

Bibi Dong's wild laughter could not stop echoing in the secret room.

At least Feng Yan looked at Bibi Dong and thought that the way she spoke was quite crazy.

But it’s okay to be a little crazy. Feng Yan was quite happy that Bibi Dong could speak. He thought it was some new way of playing.

Or you could say 'I originally thought'.

Forgetting itself often means something bad, just like Feng Yan didn’t understand at all that this beautiful woman in front of him, who looked crazy, was actually really crazy!

Seeing Bibi Dong's laughter gradually stop, Feng Yan felt that she was about to say something.

Bibi Dong did say, "It's been so many years, you really don't remember it."

Her emotions gradually calmed down, and Bibi Dong showed no expression when she said this.

If you ignore the current situation, she should be quite intellectual and charming.

But the woman's mood changed so quickly that she smiled again.

"Just like when you were on Sea God Island and became the number one person in Douluo Continent, I forgot that I wanted to follow you."

Then, her face turned hideous again, and she said in a rage, "But I still remember what happened twenty-four years ago!"

Feng Yan is a martial arts fanatic, and just like his martial soul, Feng Jian, he is a playboy as quick as the wind.

The prodigal son is also heartless, with only martial arts and cultivation in his heart.

Twelve years ago? Twenty-four years ago? Feng Yan tried to find something in his few memories.

Fighting is of course good. Feng Yan only loves three things in his life, and fighting is his favorite.

He did have a fight twelve years ago, and Feng Yan certainly still remembers it.

But he had never seen legs as long as Bibi Dong's, otherwise he would definitely have an impression.

The reason he paid back the money to Qian Daoliu was because Qian Daoliu wanted to invite Feng Yan to the Sea God Island, and he was forced to lend one million gold soul coins to the penniless and rogue Feng Yan.

During the past few years of seclusion, he had never known what saving money meant, and almost squandered all of the one million gold soul coins.

The other day I heard that Qian Daoliu’s son had died and that he would be penniless again. Didn’t you want to borrow some more money?

He did what he said and came to Wuhun City to pay his respects.

As for what Bibi Dong said about 24 years ago? Feng Yan was only 18 years old at that time, and Feng Yan had almost no memory of it.

Feng Yan didn't understand, so he naturally asked, "Have we met before?"

Fortunately, Bibi Dong calmed down and was willing to talk more.

"Yes, I have. Do you still remember the technique that can bring back youth?" After confirming, Bibi Dong asked another strange question.

"You mean the skill of "I am the only one who reigns supreme in the world?" Feng Yan immediately recalled things about cultivation.

Feng Yan’s favorite thing in his life is ranked third, which is also his greatest talent - making up martial arts techniques for fun.

And it actually works really well.

Forty-two years ago, he traveled to Douluo Continent. With such talent, Feng Yan broke through the 99th level of soul power in just thirty years.

Before coming to this secret room, Feng Yan's martial soul had completed the process of transitioning to a physical form, and had recently been trying to forcibly break through to level 100.

After thinking for a while, Feng Yan almost remembered it, "That thing can't be done? You practiced by reversing yin and yang? Then won't your power be dispersed?"

But that set of skills did not work, Feng Yan gave up on the spot. Bei Ming Divine Art is not better than that thing, right?

At that time, Feng Yan had just broken through to the Titled Douluo level and came to the Douluo Hall in Wuhun City to obtain the title.

Feng Yan remembered that when he was leaving, he went to the toilet on the way, tore off a few pages of the manuscript to wipe his butt, and then casually gave the manuscript to a little girl outside the toilet.

She was a skinny but cute little crybaby with purple hair. Feng Yan saw her crying and gave her a paper airplane to play with.

"Wait, you're not that little girl, are you?" Feng Yan guessed.

Feng Yan raised his head and glanced at the sky-blue sword tied up by the black and purple spider web behind him, and tried to bring him and Bibi Dong closer.

"Then we are destined to be together. We are now husband and wife... How about you let me go? And give me back the Wind Sword as well?"

Bibi Dong noticed this, and as the sword was rising and falling, she moved the long sword that was emitting strong wind pressure in front of Feng Yan.

"You want it? You have cultivated a weak martial spirit like the Wind Sword to the point where it can be materialized and even become a divine weapon! Your talent is truly beyond the reach of others."

Feng Yan thought that Bibi Dong's praise was quite nice and he couldn't help but nod in agreement, and even hoped that she would praise him more.

But Bibi Dong seemed very surprised, and her expression showed that she was angry. She became fierce again and immediately put away her wind sword. "Look at you, you are still so proud that you even refused to sign your name on your own sect's Fengping! Even at this point, you still refuse to bow your head!"

Proud? Feng Yan was confused. He wanted to be praised more, but why did he feel like he was being scolded?
As the saying goes, life is like a besieged city. After a lifetime of wandering around, I want to fly back from the city, get married, have children, and live a stable life.

The people in the city, however, longed for the rumors to spread.

When the two met, both were just stunned.

So Feng Yan couldn't understand it, and since he couldn't understand it, Bibi Dong gave Feng Yan another big pussy pocket, so that the two sides of his face were symmetrical.

"I told you! It's too late! There is no such thing as husband and wife anymore! All of your soul power will be absorbed by me today! There will no longer be someone like Sword Demon Fengyan in this world! Hahahaha!"

Bibi Dong moved faster like a madman, and Feng Yan finally realized what kind of crisis he was facing.

Shit! They're still getting married? They're not going to run away?!

Seeing Feng Yan finally struggling, Bibi Dong laughed even more crazily.

“Struggle! I carefully prepared a mixture of Death Spider King and Soul Devouring Spider King toxins. They won’t kill you immediately, but they will paralyze your body and soul!”

Feng Yan, whose senses were blocked and who couldn't even use his mental power, finally understood what was happening to him.

A feeling of despair that he had never experienced before surged from the depths of his soul, because if what Bibi Dong said was true, he wouldn't even be able to reincarnate his soul.

Everything about him, whether body or soul, will be completely absorbed and integrated by Bibi Dong.

But Bibi Dong continued talking, and finally she said more than Feng Yan.

"You don't know how much I love you~but you shouldn't give me hope!"

"I thought you were some arrogant and powerful person~ I didn't expect that you can't even walk when you see a woman?!"

"Okay! I'll satisfy you! Even if you die under her skirt, you'll still be romantic, right? Hahahaha!"

Bibi Dong’s crazy words made Feng Yan dumbfounded. He did a good deed every day, but in return she wanted to suck him dry?

"I'm folding airplanes for you to play with! Who told you to practice?! Besides, you should have told me earlier that you liked me. You're so beautiful, how could I not marry you?"

"Just because I'm pretty means I have to crawl at your feet?!" Bibi Dong went even crazier after hearing this. She misinterpreted Feng Yan's words and grabbed his neck.

“Go to hell! Go to hell! Just become one with me! Hahahaha!”

As Bibi Dong's hands pinched tighter and tighter, Feng Yan's consciousness became increasingly blurred.

Feng Yan thought desperately: This is over, I’m going to be killed by the sickly spider lady... I cultivated my level 99 soul power in vain, I’m going to die...

He finally understood that Bibi Dong was not a pretty widow at all, but a black widow! Or it was his fanatical fans who turned her into a black woman!
Feng Yan suddenly felt that he should have spent more time on romance and less time practicing in the first half of his life.

This way, I wouldn't have ended up in such a situation just because of drinking her cup of tea.

I don’t know if it was an unexpected turn of events, but Bibi Dong actually stopped and looked in one direction.

Her ferocious expression did not stop, she just roared: "If she wants to go, let her go!"

But after a pause, she looked at Feng Yan again, and finally got up and left in a hurry. This time she didn't even have time to close the door of the secret room, and she slammed the door open again.

The greatest despair often gives a glimmer of hope, just like the dog cage is open but the dog chain is not loose at all!

"I...I can't escape even with such a great opportunity!" Feng Yan said with tears in his eyes.

Feng Yan looked at his brother who had calmed down and fell into despair again.

Suddenly, the little brother's clavicle skill gave Feng Yan an idea, "Rejuvenation! How do you practice that thing?!
The only glimmer of hope is of course to escape!

Feng Yan did what he said and immediately forcibly mobilized his soul power.

I don’t know if it’s because his cultivation has reached its peak and his horizons have broadened, or if it’s the great terror between life and death that gave Feng Yan absolute motivation.

Almost when he summoned up the last bit of his soul power and began to circulate his Qi around, Feng Yan had an epiphany and completely perfected his profound skill.

However, the toxins in his body were like maggots clinging to his bones, and the evaporating water vapor kept escaping from his body, so his cultivation could not be restored at all.

Feng Yan's body slowly and irreversibly moved in the direction of the past.

There was no time to think about whether Bibi Dong would come back. The most important thing at the moment was to escape, so Feng Yan couldn't care less about anything else.

When his body shrank enough to break free from the spider web, Feng Yan immediately ran out of the secret room.

Feng Yan was quite familiar with the Pope Mountain, and the Douluo Palace was right next to it.

Even the Pope cannot enter that place, so Feng Yan went towards the Douluo Palace.

(End of this chapter)