Douluo: Martial Soul White Tiger, I am the White Emperor of Heaven

Chapter 279 Qiu'er's Question: Are these two humans fighting?

"I ate some oranges at the auction house and thought they tasted good, so I ate a few more."

Dai Chengfeng was not flustered at all. He was just worried about being caught by Bibi Dong, so he specially bought some oranges.

As it turns out, he was quite prescient.

Otherwise, if Bibi Dong smells the little angel's fragrance, it's fine if she doesn't recognize it, but what if she does recognize it as the fragrance of her daughter Qian Renxue...

What was the result?
Dai Chengfeng, I simply can't imagine it.

"Auction house?"

Bibi Dong frowned slightly.

"Yes, it's an auction house."

Dai Chengfeng quickly composed himself, put on a sincere expression, and explained, "Teacher, you really misunderstood me."

"I have been returning home late these past two days for important business."

"As you know, during my last battle with Sword Douluo Chen Xin, I took advantage of the situation to comprehend the half-finished 'Exploding Ring' soul skill."

"Since it is a semi-finished product, it naturally has many flaws and dangers. I dare not slack off and am thinking about perfecting it as soon as possible."

At this point, seeing that Bibi Dong didn't interrupt, but rather that her purple eyes were silently watching him as if judging the truth of his words, Dai Chengfeng couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief, and then continued:

"Of all those present at the time, the one who felt it most directly was Sword Douluo Chen Xin himself."

"After all, he was the one who faced my attack at the time."

"That's why I took the opportunity in Tiandou City to visit him several times to ask for his advice. I wanted to learn from his experience in the battle and see what shortcomings my 'Ring Explosion' technique still had in terms of detail control and soul power circulation, so as to improve it."

This explanation sounds reasonable and logically sound.

Dai Chengfeng's eyes also revealed his pure pursuit of power and his unwavering focus on cultivation.

As for women?

No! Don't frame me!

Upon hearing Dai Chengfeng's explanation, Bibi Dong's expression did not change much, but her doubts seemed to have been somewhat mitigated by Dai Chengfeng's words.

She moved to the large French windows, gazing at the dazzling night view of Tiandou City, her back to Dai Chengfeng, her voice revealing neither joy nor anger:
"Is that so?"

"Of course it's true!"

Dai Chengfeng immediately and firmly assured him, his tone sincere, "How could your disciple dare to deceive his teacher?!"

As he spoke, he took the opportunity to approach again, reaching out from behind to gently encircle Bibi Dong's slender and soft waist, resting his chin on her smooth shoulder, his actions intimate and filled with his usual dependence.

Feeling the warm, soft flesh in his arms, he coaxed softly:

"Teacher...don't you still believe me?"

However, this time, Bibi Dong did not condone or enjoy this intimacy as she usually did.

With a slight effort, she broke free from Dai Chengfeng's embrace, turned around, and a mocking expression appeared on her aloof and stunningly beautiful face.

"Humph!"

Bibi Dong let out an extremely contemptuous snort, her red lips curving into a dangerous arc, "Dai Chengfeng, do you expect me to believe you?"

"Ha... The person I trust the least is you!"

"You rebellious disciple who loves to betray your master and ancestors, and you even made me use my hands to... *sob*"

However, Bibi Dong's next words were never spoken.

At that moment, Dai Chengfeng looked at her perfect face, which was made even more vivid by her slight anger, and his heart warmed, and he could no longer restrain himself.

Before Bibi Dong could finish her accusation, he suddenly lowered his head and captured her soft yet stubborn lips with perfect precision!

Caught off guard, Bibi Dong only managed to utter a short, sharp sound before all her questions and rebukes were silenced.

She immediately raised her hand to push him away, trying to shove away Dai Chengfeng, this audacious disciple. But Dai Chengfeng seemed to have anticipated her resistance.

He gripped her slender waist tightly with one hand, rendering her immobile, while his other hand accurately seized her wrist, which was imbued with her soul power, trapping her entire upper body firmly in his embrace. Her struggles were like a butterfly's wing caught in a spider's web, futile and powerless.

At first, Bibi Dong resisted in shame and anger, trying to turn her head away to avoid this unbridled plunder.

But Dai Chengfeng's kiss was so skillful that it made her heart tremble.

Unbeknownst to them, the hand that had been pushing away with force gradually lost its strength.

Under Dai Chengfeng's tight embrace and possessive kisses, the noble Pope's body began to soften little by little, and his resistance quietly dissipated.

In the end, she resigned herself to her fate, with a barely perceptible sigh of submission, and slowly closed her eyes.

After an unknown amount of time, the magnificent and exquisite pale purple papal gown with dark gold patterns, representing supreme authority, slipped off onto the carpet.

On the large, luxurious bed, the soft silk bedding sank slightly...

Chirp?

At this moment, Qiu'er's small body was perched on the top of the soft sofa back, a perfect vantage point from which she could clearly overlook the entire master bedroom.

As Qiu'er watched this scene, her small golden eyes shone with great curiosity and incomprehension of human behavior.

In its understanding, a bed is a place to rest.

And what are Dai Chengfeng and Bibi Dong doing now?
Bibi Dong, who was usually so dignified and a little frightening to it, was now being held tightly by Dai Chengfeng, her whole body sinking into the middle of the bed.

It saw Dai Chengfeng biting Bibi Dong's neck—no, to be precise, repeatedly pecking at it.

Bibi Dong seemed to be dodging, and her hand was also grabbing his hair, but instead of hitting him, it was as if she was pressing him down even tighter.
Qiu'er scratched her little head in confusion with her furry paws.

fight?

Not like.

The fight should be more powerful, and Bibi Dong is so strong, if we really wanted to fight her, I feel like Dai Chengfeng would be blown away in an instant, right?

Besides, she was calling out, but her voice...

Qiu'er tilted its head, unable to understand.

too weird!

Human behavior is always perplexing.

This doesn't look like sleeping, nor does it look like fighting. What are they doing?
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After an unknown amount of time, everything in the bedroom finally calmed down.

On the large, luxurious bed, Dai Chengfeng leaned against the soft brocade headboard, panting slightly, with beads of sweat on his forehead.

A strong arm rose and gently stroked the long purple hair that was resting on his chest.

Bibi Dong closed her eyes and lay quietly on him, the thin blanket only covering her waist, revealing her smooth, jade-like shoulders and an arm, her snow-white skin still striking in the dim light.

Her long eyelashes cast a soft shadow beneath her eyes, her red lips parted slightly, and her breathing was gentle and long...

"Teacher, even now, why won't you let me..."

Dai Chengfeng's fingers slowly combed through Bibi Dong's slightly damp hair, his voice carrying a hint of dissatisfaction and frustration, breaking the enchanting tranquility of the room.

Before he could finish speaking, Bibi Dong, who was resting on his chest, suddenly opened her eyes.

The haze in those amethyst-like eyes faded, instantly returning to their cool indifference, still carrying a trace of lingering shame and anger.

Without hesitation, she raised her exposed arm and bit Dai Chengfeng's smooth shoulder viciously.

(End of this chapter)