Chapter 218 Cultivation of the Mind.
Lu Ming spoke again.
Bibi Dong slowly raised her head.
Her beautiful eyes were shimmering with tears.
She looked at Lu Ming.
Looking at this man who was much younger than himself, yet so powerful that he inspired despair.
"Lu Ming..."
She called out instinctively.
This is how she usually addresses people.
Even though she had submitted in her heart, decades of holding a high position made her retain a last bit of reserve in her words.
Lu Ming raised an eyebrow slightly.
He didn't speak.
He simply watched Bibi Dong quietly.
There was a hint of amusement and a hint of dissatisfaction in his eyes.
Bibi Dong's heart skipped a beat.
She is a smart woman.
She knew what Lu Ming was waiting for.
During the day, in the main hall.
Since she had already knelt down to express her gratitude and accepted the title of "Goddess Queen".
Therefore, some rules must be established.
identity.
We need to get it right.
Bibi Dong took a deep breath.
She tried hard to suppress the shame in her heart.
Those lips, which usually commanded so readily, trembled slightly.
"husband..."
The sound got stuck in my throat.
It's difficult to export.
She is Bibi Dong.
She is the Pope.
How could she use such a title like an ordinary woman?
Lu Ming did not urge him.
He has plenty of patience.
The most interesting part of taming a wild horse is watching her lower her proud head little by little.
He reached out his hand.
He grabbed Bibi Dong's slender waist.
Where to start.
Warm and soft.
exquisite.
Bibi Dong exclaimed in surprise.
She lost her balance and fell directly into Lu Ming's arms.
The man's presence instantly enveloped her.
overbearing.
Intensely hot.
"Still calling me by my name?"
Lu Ming leaned close to her ear.
The hot air sprayed onto her sensitive earlobe.
"It seems His Holiness the Pope hasn't quite grasped the situation yet."
"In this room."
There is no Pope.
"Only my woman."
Lu Ming's hand slowly moved up her waist.
The movements were not gentle.
It carries a hint of punishment.
Bibi Dong's body was tense.
She could feel the heat emanating from that hand, so intense it made her feel weak all over.
All lines of defense.
All restraint.
At this moment, it completely collapsed.
She placed her hands on Lu Ming's chest, intending to push him away, but instead she gripped his clothes tightly.
Her stunningly beautiful face was now so red it looked like it was about to bleed.
His eyes were unfocused.
"Husband... my husband."
finally.
She shouted those two words out loud.
Her voice was soft and sweet.
With a hint of ingratiation, a touch of trembling, and a sense of resigned submission.
The instant those two words were uttered.
Bibi Dong felt her whole body go limp.
That's more than just a title.
It was also a pledge of allegiance she made, surrendering everything she had—her body, her mind, and her dignity.
From this day forward...
She was no longer the lonely pope.
She is Lu Ming's private property.
Lu Ming laughed loudly.
Hearty laughter echoed throughout the hall.
He was very satisfied.
Very satisfied.
That sense of conquest was even stronger than shattering Tang San's Sea God power or flattening Sea God Island.
This is Bibi Dong.
She was originally the most powerful woman in Douluo Continent.
now.
But in his arms, she was as docile as a cat.
"well done."
Lu Ming praised him.
Just like during the day when he praised her for killing Yu Xiaogang in the main hall.
But this time...
The rewards are different.
Lu Ming suddenly stood up.
He swept the beauty in his arms and lifted her up in his arms.
Bibi Dong exclaimed in surprise and instinctively wrapped her arms around Lu Ming's neck.
His legs swung in the air for a moment.
Her skirt slipped down.
Exposing a large expanse of snow-white skin.
"Lu… my husband…"
Bibi Dong buried her face in Lu Ming's neck.
I was so ashamed that I didn't dare to see anyone.
Lu Ming carried her and strode towards the large dragon bed.
Red gauze curtains hung down.
It blocked out all light from the outside world.
Only the two red candles by the bedside remained, burning tirelessly.
The candlelight flickered.
The shadows of the two people were projected onto the wall.
They overlapped.
Inseparable.
Lu Ming placed Bibi Dong on the bed.
There was no rush to take action.
Instead, he looked down at her.
Bibi Dong at this time.
Her long hair was scattered on the pillow, and her light purple nightgown was somewhat disheveled.
Her eyes were moist, and her red lips were slightly parted.
That look of being at his mercy is enough to drive any man in the world crazy.
"Since you've already called me husband..."
Lu Ming bent down.
He lifted Bibi Dong's chin with his fingers.
"Then let me examine it properly tonight."
"What is the true nature of His Holiness the Pope's spiritual practice?"
Bibi Dong trembled.
She understood what he meant.
A sense of shame welled up inside me again.
But this time...
She did not dodge.
Instead, she took the initiative to reach out her arms and hook them around Lu Ming's neck.
A fire ignited in those usually indifferent eyes.
Those were emotions suppressed for decades.
It was also a frenzy that followed complete release.
Since you have chosen to submit.
Let's go all the way then.
"Please...examine, my husband."
Bibi Dong closed her eyes.
Her eyelashes trembled slightly.
She said something that made her feel ashamed.
Lu Ming's lips curled up slightly.
Enough with the chit-chat.
He leaned down and kissed her.
overbearing.
It is irresistible.
The red candle flickered and burned.
It made a soft snapping sound.
The temperature inside the hall suddenly rose.
The gauze curtains swayed.
Indistinctly.
All that could be heard were a few suppressed moans and the sound of clothes tearing.
That night.
The high and mighty pope is dead.
Instead.
She is a woman who belongs to Lu Ming.
Body and mind are in harmony.
Complete surrender.
Deep within the palace.
The Imperial Garden.
Several days have passed.
This forbidden garden, which once belonged to the Heavenly Dou royal family, has now been completely renamed.
The lingering smell of blood in the air was completely masked by the blooming exotic flowers and plants throughout the garden.
The sun is shining brightly.
Golden rays of light filtered through the lush foliage, scattering across the shimmering lake surface.
Lu Ming stood on the lakeside veranda.
He wasn't wearing the crown robes that symbolized the majesty of the Lord of the Divine Court; he was simply dressed in a loose white robe.
Her hair was casually tied back.
He looked lazy and relaxed.
There was no trace of the domineering and murderous aura he displayed just a few days ago at Jialing Pass, where he shattered a divine position with a single finger and destroyed Haotian with a flick of his hand.
At this moment, he...
He was just a young nobleman passing the time in his leisurely afternoon.
He was holding a handful of fish food.
They occasionally throw it into the lake.
Splash!
The water surface was churning.
Hundreds of koi carp rushed over, crowding together in that small body of water, mouths agape, almost frantically vying for the gift that had fallen from the sky.
"Look."
Looking at the fish in the water, struggling with all their might for a few grains of food, Lu Ming casually remarked:
"Just give them a little something in return."
"They will push their own kind aside, or even bite them to death, for your sake."
"People are the same."
The girl standing beside him was slightly taken aback upon hearing this.
The girl was wearing a light blue dress.
She is tall and slender with a curvaceous figure.
Her long, icy blue hair cascaded down to her waist, shimmering faintly in the sunlight.
It was Shui Bing'er, the captain of Tianshui Academy.
After the fall of Tiandou City
The Five Elements Academy immediately chose to submit.
As the most talented disciple of Tianshui Academy, Shui Bing'er was sent to the Divine Court Palace.
In name, they came to serve the gods.
In reality, everyone knows why this is for.
Shui Bing'er held a jade plate full of fish food, her head down, watching the koi carp scrambling for it.
She understood what Lu Ming meant.
These past few days.
The nobles in Tiandou City, in their quest for official positions in the Divine Court and to gain favor with the new master, engaged in a vile display of infighting and betrayal that was even more despicable than these fish.
"Master sees through things perfectly."
Shui Bing'er responded softly.
The voice was clear and cool, like pearls falling onto a plate.
But within this aloofness, there was also an undeniable air of subservience.
"thorough?"
Lu Ming smiled and casually scattered the remaining fish food.
He clapped his hands.
"It's just boredom."
He turned around and sat down on a stone bench nearby.
On the stone table.
Several plates of exquisite fruits were laid out.
These were all tribute items rushed from various parts of mainland China.
Each one is plump and round, with an alluring luster.
Lu Ming didn't move.
He leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on Shui Bing'er.
His gaze was calm.
Yet it carried an invisible sense of oppression.
Shui Bing'er felt a little awkward under his gaze.
Although she appears as a proud ice phoenix to outsiders and is the big sister of Tianshui Academy.
But in front of this man.
She felt like the fish that had just been in the lake.
Life and death, honor and disgrace.
It all depends on the other party's decision.
and.
This man was also her "master".
Although it's just a nominal position.
But this form of address added an inexplicable sense of taboo to the relationship between the two.
Shui Bing'er took a deep breath.
She put down the jade plate in her hand.
They walked to the stone table.
She stretched out her slender fingers and plucked a glistening purple grape from the plate.
The grape skins are very thin.
It's very juicy.
It can easily break if you're not careful.
Shui Bing'er peeled the ice very carefully.
She lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes casting a shadow beneath them.
Those hands.
It was originally intended for unleashing ice and snow soul skills to control the battlefield.
now.
But she was doing the work of a maid.
But she showed no dissatisfaction whatsoever.
instead.
My fingertips trembled slightly.
That's nervousness.
It is also a kind of secret expectation.
The purple peel peeled off little by little.
It revealed the crystal-clear, jade-like flesh inside.
Juice dripped down her fingertips.
It made her already fair and jade-like fingers even more alluring.
"Master."
The water ice is peeled.
She bowed slightly and offered the grapes in her hand to Lu Ming's lips.
The movements are gentle.
It carried a hint of ingratiation.
"These are peeled grapes."
Lu Ming looked at the fruit that was being offered to his mouth.
Then I looked at those two slender fingers holding the grapes.
My fingertips felt slightly cool.
You can even feel the delicate texture.
He didn't reach out to take it.
He didn't say anything.
He only slightly opened his mouth.
Upon seeing this, Shui Bing'er blushed slightly and moved her hand forward.
She wanted to feed the grapes to Lu Ming.
The next second.
Lu Ming put the grape in his mouth.
A warm sensation washed over me.
Shui Bing'er was about to withdraw her hand.
But then they discovered...
Lu Ming showed no sign of backing down.
He not only held the grape in his mouth.
Go with the flow.
She even put the two fingers she was holding the grape into her mouth.
boom!
A firework exploded in Shui Bing'er's mind.
He froze on the spot.
A tingling sensation I had never experienced before instantly spread from my fingertips throughout my entire body.
Moist.
Warm.
And then there's the delicate touch of the tip of the tongue.
That feeling.
Too stimulating.
It's too shameful.
"ah!"
Shui Bing'er exclaimed in surprise.
Instinctively, I wanted to pull my hand back.
But Lu Ming gently bit down.
The effect was not significant.
It doesn't hurt.
Yet it carries a sense of absolute control.
It's like a beast biting its prey's throat, teasing it before tasting it.
Shui Bing'er dared not move.
She stood there.
Her cheeks flushed instantly, like a ripe apple, and the redness spread all the way to the base of her neck.
My heart was pounding.
It almost popped out of my throat.
"Master...Master..."
She cried out, her voice trembling.
Her voice carried a hint of pleading and a sense of helplessness.
There are still a few points left.
A fall from grace that even she herself was unwilling to admit.
In broad daylight.
In the Imperial Garden.
This action is far too bold and far too absurd.
If someone sees it...
Shui Bing'er dared not think about it.
Lu Ming looked at her, her face contorted with shame and indignation.
The smile in his eyes deepened.
He didn't let go immediately.
Instead, they savored it carefully once more.
Until Shui Bing'er's body began to weaken and she could no longer stand steadily.
He finally opened his mouth.
"Pop".
A soft sound.
The finger detached.
It brought out a wisp of crystalline silver.
Under the sunlight, it appeared particularly ambiguous and dazzling.
Shui Bing'er hurriedly hid her hands behind her back.
I didn't dare look at that finger at all.
She kept her head down.
I wish I could disappear into a crack in the ground.
That's so embarrassing.
It's so embarrassing.
This is not about eating grapes.
This is clearly eating...
"It tastes good."
Lu Ming swallowed the grape in his mouth.
His face showed a look of lingering enjoyment.
He looked at Shui Bing'er and commented in a very serious tone:
"The grapes are very sweet."
Speaking of which...
He paused.
His gaze fell on the hand that Shui Bing'er was hiding behind her back.
The corners of his mouth turned up.
A playful smile appeared on his face.
"but."
"Compared to grapes."
"Bing'er's fingers are still sweeter."
Upon hearing this...
Shui Bing'er felt a surge of heat rush to her head.
I feel like I'm on fire.
She didn't expect it.
This god-king, who was so powerful throughout the continent, would actually say such things in private.
What does it mean to have sweeter fingers?
This is simply... simply thuggish behavior!
But...
The person who said this was Lu Ming.
He was the powerful figure she admired, her master, and the god of this world.
This sense of contrast.
It left her feeling completely confused.
"Master..."
Shui Bing'er stomped her foot.
Raise your head.
Her beautiful eyes were filled with tears.
Those were tears of shame.
"Master only bullies his disciple!"
That was a coquettish cry.
Gone is her usual aloofness.
Instead, she exudes a girlish charm and allure.
Coupled with her stunningly beautiful face, and the blush that filled her cheeks at that moment.
She was truly captivating.
It's enough to make any man's heart flutter.
Lu Ming looked at her.
He put away his teasing expression.
His expression suddenly turned serious.
He said in a very serious tone:
"How can this be called bullying?"
"Bing'er".
"You must remember this."
"The path of cultivation involves not only physical cultivation but also mental cultivation."
"You are too cold-hearted."
"He usually keeps people at arm's length."
"While this may be beneficial to your Ice Phoenix Martial Soul, it will be an obstacle to your comprehension of the Great Dao."
Lu Ming spoke eloquently and logically.
The tone was sincere.
If it weren't for that frivolous act just now, Shui Bing'er would almost have believed it.
"That's what I did just now."
"It's helping you break down the barriers in your heart."
"It teaches you to face your own emotions."
"Let me show you what shame is, what desire is, and what it means to go with the flow."
(End of chapter)