Chapter 152: Zhu Zhuqing: Did I Come at the Wrong Time?
[Dad Douluo]: Sigh, don't even mention it.
Lin Qingmo was actually sprawled in his dorm chair, legs propped up high.
He scratched his chin while casually swiping at the light screen with his fingers.
[Dad Douluo]: Anyway, the transmigration was pretty sudden. One moment, I closed my eyes; the next moment, I opened them, and boom—directly switched maps.
He thought for a moment, then added another line.
[Dad Douluo]: Even this chat group got packed and brought along with me. Isn't that amazing?
After typing that, he paused, and Tang San's face flashed through his mind.
[Dad Douluo]: I'm thinking there's probably some big shot pulling the strings behind this, like some God King or the will of Douluo Star, similar to Tang San's situation?
[Dad Douluo]: But I'm still too weak right now. I can't even touch the big shots' chessboard yet.
…
Inside the Crown Prince's secret chamber, the cold light remained unchanged.
Qian Renxue stared at those lines, her brows furrowed so tightly they could pinch a mosquito to death.
"Instant transmigration?"
Every word carried a tone of casual irreverence, completely out of place with the real world she lived in.
What stung her eyes the most were the two words "God King."
God King? A being above gods? What kind of concept was that?
In the records of Douluo Continent, becoming a god was already the peak of legend. A God King… unheard of.
"What exactly is this person talking about? Who is he?"
Her fingertips hovered above the cold input box, tightening slightly.
A strong impulse surged up—to question, to interrogate, to tear apart this absurdity and see the truth.
But she forcibly suppressed it.
Because of caution.
Caution toward the unknown.
Caution toward this "chat group" exceeded her understanding.
It made her choose the safest stance: silence.
She simply watched quietly, like a hunter lurking in the shadows, observing every movement.
…
After a brief silence in the group, Bibi Dong's message followed.
[The Pope Herself]: In short, this is Ah Qing's situation. Transmigration is already a fact. Dwelling on the reason is meaningless. What we can do now is use the information each of us has to help him establish himself on the Douluo Continent.
[Dad Douluo]: With you all here, I feel much more at ease.
His tone suddenly shifted as he called someone out.
[Dad Douluo]: By the way, @Golden Liquid Angel, @Yanzi—I mean, I've already transmigrated to the Douluo Continent. Don't you two have anything you want to ask?
He sent a winking emoji.
[Dad Douluo]: Rare opportunity.
"?"
Qian Renxue's face was full of question marks.
'Ask what?'
'What could I possibly have to say to a stranger like you?'
She took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down.
The other party had clearly mistaken her for someone else.
If she questioned him now, it would be exposing herself.
[Golden Liquid Angel]: The amount of information is just too much. Something like transmigrating across worlds… It's unbelievable. I need time to process it; my mind is a bit chaotic.
Almost at the same time, another message popped up.
[Yanzi]: Same here; let me catch my breath first.
In the dorm, Dugu Yan curled her lips after sending this "same here" reply.
She grumbled inwardly, "Other than saying I'm confused, what else can I say? I'm even more confused than you!"
[Dad Douluo]: Alright, alright, I get it. This kind of thing really is pretty magical.
In his impression, Yanzi and Little Angel should be die-hard fangirls of Dugu Yan and Qian Renxue. Logically, they should be bombarding him with endless questions.
Given how reserved they were today, they were probably really frightened.
He didn't think much of it and yawned.
[Dad Douluo]: If you want to ask about Qian Renxue and Dugu Yan, just ask. It's already nighttime on my side; I need to take a bath and get ready to sleep.
After saying that, the light screen dimmed before his eyes.
Stretching lazily, he said to Xiao Wu, who was secretly watching him from the bed, "Xiao Wu, I'll go wash up first," and walked toward the bathroom.
Completely unaware that the casual words he had just thrown out had stirred monstrous waves elsewhere.
…
"Me?!"
Dugu Yan nearly jumped up from her chair.
Her eyes locked onto the last few lines on the screen.
Dugu Yan?
'He knows me!'
'Not only does he know me, but judging from his tone, he seems quite familiar, even expecting me to be interested in my own affairs?'
A chill crawled up her spine, mixed with overwhelming absurdity and vigilance.
"What does he want me to ask? What does he know? The 'Dugu Yan' he mentioned—is it me, or…"
Countless questions spun in her throat.
She almost blurted them out without restraint.
But that "Dad Douluo" avatar had already gone gray.
She held her breath in her chest for a long time before forcefully exhaling.
"I can't rush!"
She told herself repeatedly.
Friend or foe unknown, depth unclear.
This chat group was too strange, and this "Ah Qing" was even stranger.
She had to first figure out what this thing was and what its purpose was.
If she exposed herself rashly, she might not even know how she died.
She turned off the light screen, and the room fell into darkness.
Only her rapid breathing echoed clearly in the silence.
…
On the other side.
Heaven Dou City, Crown Prince's secret chamber.
The air suddenly froze.
Qian Renxue sat upright, the faint golden light around her seeming to stagnate for a moment.
All the confusion and absurdity on her face were replaced by a cold sharpness the moment she heard her real name.
Qian Renxue…
This name was highly classified even within Spirit Hall.
Aside from a very small number of Douluo Hall elders and Elder Hall elders, ordinary people did not even know of her existence.
Yet this Ah Qing, who supposedly came from another world and spoke in a carefree tone, not only knew it but also mentioned it casually with near familiarity.
"Why? Who is he? Where did he learn this? What is his purpose?"
Alarm bells rang wildly in her mind.
Having disguised herself for years and mastered the art of concealment, this was the first time she felt a chill of being seen through by an unknown gaze.
"I must find out!"
Her gaze fell on the nickname [Golden Liquid Angel], her expression complex.
This identity, originally just a layer of disguise within the chat group, now seemed to have become a potential target.
She slowly restrained all exposed emotions, returning to that calm, almost emotionless infiltrator.
Only a sharp golden glint flashed quietly in the depths of her eyes.
…
Spirit City, Pope's Palace.
"Qian Renxue…"
A low voice spilled from the papal throne, carrying a tremor like a volcano about to erupt.
When that name appeared in Ah Qing's message, a terrifying aura burst uncontrollably from Bibi Dong.
The expensive crystal lamps in the palace flickered dimly.
The air was squeezed by an invisible pressure, letting out a strained groan.
Her magnificent papal robe fluttered without wind.
The fingers gripping the staff stood out in sharp joints, trembling slightly from force.
Killing intent!
Pure, cold, unreserved killing intent swept across the entire palace like the icy winds of the far north.
But the loss of control lasted only an instant.
Bibi Dong closed her eyes, her chest rising and falling violently once.
When she opened them again, the violent turbulence in her eyes had been forcibly suppressed into the deepest abyss.
Only cold rationality and deeper vigilance remained.
Her aura calmed, and the lights in the palace returned to normal.
Her gaze fixed firmly on a nickname in the chat group list, [Golden Liquid Angel].
"Angel… Qian Renxue… could it be you…"
She asked silently in her heart, her teeth lightly biting the inside of her lower lip, tasting a faint metallic sweetness.
'Qian Renxue… if it really is you, if you are also in this group, if you heard what Ah Qing said…'
Bibi Dong's fingertips lightly brushed over the cold gem atop her staff.
In the depths of her eyes, indescribable complex emotions intertwined and churned.
Beneath the illusion of calm, undercurrents had already formed a vortex.
...
The night wind was slightly cool, slipping in through the window cracks, making the candlelight flicker gently.
The dorm was warmly lit.
Lin Qingmo's fingertips were still near Xiao Wu's cheek, the warmth of her skin making his fingers feel slightly hot.
Xiao Wu was almost curled entirely in his arms, her arms wrapped around his neck, her breathing light and hurried, all spilling into the hollow of his neck.
Their noses were nearly touching, and they could see their own reflections in each other's eyes.
The tips of Xiao Wu's ears were red like ripe cherries, so cute that one wanted to take a bite.
Just as the air had turned sweet and sticky—
"Knock, knock, knock."
A knocking sound rang out.
Not loud, but carrying a faint urgency.
Lin Qingmo paused, raising his brow.
Who is it, picking such a perfect moment?
He pressed Xiao Wu's shoulder gently, signaling her not to move.
Xiao Wu immediately let go, hastily sitting upright, hurriedly fixing her loose hair and tugging at her slightly disheveled skirt, her face even redder.
Lin Qingmo stood up, casually straightened his clothes, and then walked over to open the door.
The door opened a crack.
Standing outside was Zhu Zhuqing.
Her dark outfit almost blended into the shadows of the corridor.
A few strands of hair at her temples were damp with night dew, sticking to her fair forehead.
Her breathing was slightly uneven, as if she had rushed over.
The moment the door opened, her gaze instinctively swept inside.
Just in time to see Xiao Wu lowering her head, hurriedly adjusting her sleeves, the lingering blush on her cheeks was completely exposed under the warm candlelight.
"?"
Zhu Zhuqing visibly froze for a moment.
Then, as if burned, she quickly averted her gaze, looking down at the floor.
Her fingers unconsciously tightened around her sleeve, wrinkling the fabric.
She opened her mouth, her voice much softer than usual, carrying a rare hint of hesitation and embarrassment.
"I… did I come at the wrong time?"
Her voice was light, falling into the quiet night.
"..."
Hearing this, Lin Qingmo's expression turned strange.
Thinking of a certain classic scene, he almost subconsciously wanted to reply, "No, you came at just the right time."
Xiao Wu sprang to her feet, forcing an unnatural smile onto her face, though the blush had yet to fade.
"No disturbance, no disturbance!"
"Zhuqing, come in quickly; it's cold outside."
As she stepped into the room,
Zhu Zhuqing deliberately avoided looking at Lin Qingmo by the door, focusing only on the ground.
The candlelight stretched her slender, tall shadow long across the wall.
She stopped in the middle of the room.
Her posture remained straight, yet inexplicably carried a hint of awkwardness that clashed with the warm atmosphere.
The air in the room still seemed to carry the lingering warmth and ambiguity from before.
And now, it was mixed with the chill of the night wind and a subtle awkwardness.
Lin Qingmo closed the door and leaned against it, his gaze sweeping over Zhu Zhuqing.
"Sit."
He pointed at the chair, his tone returning to its usual casualness.
"What's the matter? For you to come at this hour, it can't be just to chat with me and Xiao Wu, right?"
"Did you run into some trouble?"
Xiao Wu also poured a cup of warm water and handed it to Zhu Zhuqing, concern in her eyes.
Zhu Zhuqing took the cup, feeling the warmth through her fingertips.
She did not sit, only holding the cup as she raised her head.
This time, her gaze finally met Lin Qingmo's.
The earlier embarrassment in her eyes had faded, replaced by calm seriousness.
Zhu Zhuqing pursed her lips and said solemnly,
"Ah Qing, I want to ask you… help me become stronger!"
End of Chapter