Chapter 243 Humiliating Yu Xiaogang
Bibi Dong did not kill him.
Killing him would be too lenient.
She had a thick iron chain made and tied it around Yu Xiaogang's neck, like a dog being chained, and locked him in the backyard.
They only give us a little bit of leftover food each day.
At this moment, Yu Xiaogang had lost all trace of his masterly demeanor.
He was filthy, his face was covered in bruises, and his eyes were empty and filled with despair.
Upon hearing footsteps, Yu Xiaogang shuddered and instinctively tried to shrink into the corner.
"Is this what you call theoretical invincibility?"
Bibi Dong walked up to him and looked down at him.
That look in his eyes was like he was looking at a pile of garbage.
"Bibi Dong…"
Yu Xiaogang's voice was hoarse, and he was breathing heavily like a bellows.
"For the sake of our past relationship... let... let me go..."
"mutual affection?"
Bibi Dong seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world.
She suddenly flicked her sleeve, and a burst of soul power slapped directly at Yu Xiaogang's face.
Snap!
Yu Xiaogang screamed and rolled several times on the ground, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
"You dare to talk to me about feelings?"
"How did you abandon me back then? How did you run away because of your ridiculous pride?"
"Now that you're in my hands, you're begging for mercy like a dead dog?"
Bibi Dong felt nauseous.
How could she have ever fallen for such a good-for-nothing?
Moreover, the thought of "Emperor Lu" mocking her in the group chat made her furious.
Since that bastard likes to watch the show.
Then let him see to his heart's content!
With a thought, Bibi Dong's screen lit up in her mind.
She snapped a photo of Yu Xiaogang, who was lying on the ground in a disheveled state.
In the photo, Yu Xiaogang is lying down like a dog, with an iron chain around his neck and a broken bowl in front of him.
[Your Holiness]: @Everyone, I have something good to show you. This is what a so-called theoretical master looks like when he's a guest in my Spirit City.
The photo was sent out.
The chat group exploded instantly.
[Poison Fairy]: Pfft... This is the master? I thought he was a beggar.
[Wanting a sweet romance]: Oh my god, this is terrible, but why do I want to laugh?
[Little Witch]: I told you he was a liar! Serves him right! Well done, Pope!
[My Son Is Not a Bastard]: Although this person is indeed disgusting, isn't doing this a bit too much?
[Your Holiness]: @My son is not a bastard, what, feeling sorry for him? Why don't you come and keep him company?
[Emperor Lu Tian]: Tsk tsk, this pose is quite unique. Bibi Dong, your training methods are pretty good. Next time you can try other positions.
Seeing Lu Ming's flippant tone in the group chat, Bibi Dong gritted her teeth.
That bastard!
Always this spectator attitude!
Just then.
Footsteps came from the other end of the corridor.
Bibi Dong composed herself and turned around.
A tall, slender girl walked over.
Her long, golden hair cascaded down to her waist like a waterfall; her skin was as white as snow; her appearance was exquisite; and she exuded a sacred and noble aura.
It was a thousand-foot snow.
However, at this moment, she was no longer the gentle and refined Crown Prince Xue Qinghe, but had reverted to her female identity.
For the sake of this finals, and also for the bet in that chat group, she had to sneak back to Wuhun City.
The mother and daughter met unexpectedly in the corridor.
The air instantly cooled down by several degrees.
Bibi Dong looked at Qian Renxue's face, which resembled Qian Xunji's, and made no attempt to hide her disgust.
Why are you back?
Did I ask you to come back?
Qian Renxue stopped and looked coldly at Bibi Dong.
In the past, she might have longed for this woman's approval.
But now, with the chat group and knowing so much, her heart has long since turned cold.
"I am the young master of the Spirit Hall. I can go back to wherever I want without your permission."
Qian Renxue's voice was cold, carrying an innate arrogance.
"Also, don't look at me like that."
"His Holiness the Pope."
She emphasized the last four words, with obvious sarcasm.
Bibi Dong narrowed her eyes.
"presumptuous!"
Who are you talking to?
"What, you say 'I don't have a mother' in the group chat, but in real life you really have no respect for your elders?"
These words struck a nerve with Qian Renxue.
Not to be outdone, Qian Renxue stepped forward and looked directly into Bibi Dong's eyes.
"It's still better than some people."
"As the Pope, how can she flirt with a man in a group chat without feeling ashamed?"
"If I were you, I would have crawled into a hole in the ground long ago."
Bibi Dong was so angry that she trembled all over.
"What do you know?"
"Lu Ming is the variable! I'm in control of the situation!"
Qian Renxue sneered.
"Taking control of the situation?"
"I think you're being controlled by someone, aren't you?"
"What else does posting that photo prove besides that you're a crazy woman?"
"You'd better pray that Lu Ming doesn't come to Martial Soul City, otherwise, let's see how you handle this!"
The two were locked in a fierce battle, neither willing to give in.
This mother and daughter, who should have been the closest in the world, now resembled two fighting roosters with their feathers standing on end, wishing they could tear each other to shreds.
...
On the main street of Wuhun City.
Compared to the tense atmosphere inside the Papal Palace, the scene here was quite different.
A convoy slowly drove into the city gate.
But this team was too conspicuous.
For no other reason than that.
It was simply because the man walking at the very front was just too cool.
Lu Ming, dressed in pure white, rode a tall white horse with a languid expression.
He was surrounded by a group of beautiful women.
Xiao Wu held his left arm, while Ning Rongrong hugged his right arm.
Although Zhu Zhuqing walked behind with a cold face, her eyes never left Lu Ming's back.
The Shui sisters stood guard on either side of the horse.
Add to that the fawning Dugu Yan who just joined the "deluxe package".
The good looks of this group of people directly raised the average level of the entire Wuhun City.
"Holy crap! Who's that guy?"
"This is so awesome! So many beautiful women surrounding me?"
"Shh! Keep your voice down! Didn't you see that Tian Dou Royal Academy's team uniform? That's Lu Ming!"
"That fifteen-year-old Contra?"
The male Soul Masters who passed by all stared wide-eyed.
Envy, jealousy, hatred.
A mix of emotions.
Some Soul Masters who considered themselves somewhat powerful couldn't resist trying to strike up a conversation with the beautiful women.
"Beautiful lady, let's get to know each other..."
A burly man approached Dugu Yan.
"roll."
Lu Ming didn't even glance at him.
Just one word.
boom!
A terrifying pressure instantly erupted from Lu Ming's center.
That wasn't ordinary soul power pressure.
It carried an air of domineering contempt for the masses, typical of someone in a superior position.
The burly man felt his knees buckle, and before he could react, he was already kneeling on the ground.
It wasn't just him.
Within a radius of 100 meters, everyone who tried to approach or had unfriendly looks felt as if a huge mountain was pressing down on them.
Splash!
In an instant, a large number of people knelt down on the street.
The entire room fell silent.
Lu Ming sat on his horse and surveyed the surroundings from his elevated position.
"A good dog doesn't block the way."
"Get out of my way, all of you."
That was an extremely arrogant statement.
But under the oppressive aura of those eight spirit rings, no one dared to utter a single word of rebuttal.
The crowd automatically parted to create a wide avenue.
Lu Ming rode his horse and swaggered over with the group of women.
Just then.
The other end of the street.
A black carriage caravan without any markings slowly approached.
Although the curtains of the convoy were drawn tightly, the faint aura of a powerful figure could not escape Lu Ming's perception.
Lu Ming reined in his horse.
The carriage opposite also stopped.
The carriage curtain was lifted.
Two stunningly beautiful faces were revealed.
On the left is Bibi Dong.
On the right is Qian Renxue.
The two had just finished arguing and were about to get in their car to inspect the stadium when they unexpectedly ran into each other.
Bibi Dong spotted the boy riding the white horse at a glance.
Is this Lu Ming?
Although Bibi Dong had seen the photos, seeing her in person was a completely different experience.
The young man had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and possessed an innate sense of freedom and arrogance.
Especially those eyes.
Profound and bright, it seems to be able to see through people's hearts.
Lu Ming was also watching Bibi Dong.
It must be said that His Holiness the Pope is truly exceptional.
That mature charm that comes with age, coupled with the authority of a high position, is the most deadly poison for a man.
Their eyes met.
The air seemed to freeze.
Lu Ming's lips curled up slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.
There was no reverence or fear in that smile.
There was only a naked, aggressive urge, like a hunter eyeing its prey.
Bibi Dong's heart skipped a beat.
That feeling was strange.
It was like... like the feeling of shame and indignation she had when "Emperor Lu" teased her in the group chat, yet also a vague sense of anticipation.
A strong sense of familiarity welled up inside me.
That look in his eyes...
They look so alike!
She looks just like that "Emperor Lu" who brazenly declared in the group that he wanted her to submit!
Bibi Dong felt as if all the blood in her body was rushing to her face.
As the Pope, no one had ever dared to look at her like that.
Even Qian Daoliu wouldn't dare!
Yet, under the gaze of this young man, she found herself with an absurd thought of wanting to bow her head and be conquered.
"You bastard!"
Bibi Dong cursed inwardly, forcibly suppressing the throbbing in her heart.
How could she, the Pope, have such feelings for a mere boy?
This person...
He actually wanted to conquer her!
Wuhun City, a sacred place in the hearts of all soul masters across the continent.
The midday sun shines on the golden tiles of the Papal Palace dome, reflecting a dazzling brilliance that is almost blinding.
Not far from the Papal Palace is the Martial Soul Hotel, the city's most luxurious den of iniquity, which usually only caters to VIPs of cardinal rank.
But today, its top layer has already been completely taken over.
Lu Ming stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, swirling a glass of scarlet wine in his hand.
Looking down from here, most of Wuhun City is in sight, with bustling streets and throngs of pedestrians, but in his eyes, they are nothing more than busy ants.
"This place has a good view."
Lu Ming took a sip of wine and turned to look inside the room.
This is an extremely luxurious presidential suite, with a thick carpet of soul beast fur on the floor, making you feel like you're sinking into the clouds when you step on it.
Liu Erlong was standing at the door, directing the waiters to bring in everyone's luggage.
She changed out of her usual combat-ready outfit and into a dark blue long dress. Her mature and voluptuous figure was faintly visible under the skirt. Her originally volatile dragon aura was much less intense, and she looked more like a virtuous wife who took care of household chores.
Of course, this only applies to Lu Ming.
Just now, a waiter accidentally knocked over a vase, and Liu Erlong's glare almost scared the young man out of his wits.
"Is everything packed?"
Lu Ming put down his wine glass, walked behind Liu Erlong, and naturally reached out to embrace her supple waist.
Liu Erlong's body stiffened slightly, then softened, and she glared at him reproachfully.
"The students are all here, and they're all behaving themselves."
Although she said that, she didn't struggle at all. Instead, she leaned back and enjoyed the moment of tenderness.
"What's there to be afraid of? They're all our own sisters."
Lu Ming smiled and glanced at the super king-size bed in the center of the room, which could accommodate seven or eight people.
That's where the real scenery is.
Wow! This bed is so soft!
Ning Rongrong, that little devil, was the first to pounce on him, sinking into the blankets in a "spread-eagle" shape, letting out a satisfied sigh.
Today she was wearing a light blue short dress. As she swayed, the skirt rode up, revealing a pair of fair and smooth legs that gleamed delicately under the light.
"Me too!"
Not to be outdone, Xiao Wu kicked off her shoes and jumped up like a nimble rabbit.
Her pink dress fluttered in the air, and her signature long, slender legs drew a graceful arc before landing steadily beside Ning Rongrong.
The two women were on the bed, laughing and playing around.
"Rongrong, have you gained weight again? You've pressed a huge dent into this mattress."
Xiao Wu stretched out her finger and poked the soft flesh on Ning Rongrong's waist.
"Nonsense! This young lady has a standard figure!"
Ning Rongrong retorted defiantly, turning over to tickle Xiao Wu's ticklish spot, "But you, you eat carrots every day, and your legs haven't grown much at all."
"Who said that! My brother says my legs are the most beautiful!"
While dodging, Xiao Wu stretched out her legs straight and swung them smugly.
Those legs were truly exquisite—long, straight, without an ounce of excess fat, radiating youthful and vibrant beauty.
Ning Rongrong, not to be outdone, also stretched out her leg, placing it side by side with Xiao Wu.
Compared to Xiao Wu's long and strong legs, Ning Rongrong's legs were more rounded and fair, exuding an air of pampered nobility.
"Brother! You be the judge!"
Xiao Wu waved to Lu Ming, her big eyes full of mischief, "Whose legs are longer and prettier, mine or Rongrong's?"
Lu Ming raised an eyebrow.
A life-or-death question?
No, for him, this was an easy question.
He released Liu Erlong and walked to the bedside.
The two sisters, Shui Bing'er and Shui Yue'er, were sitting on the sofa next to each other, tidying up their clothes. When they heard this, they stopped what they were doing and looked over with burning eyes.
Shuiyue'er, in particular, had a look of anticipation in her eyes, as if she also wanted to join the competition.
Zhu Zhuqing remained aloof, quietly leaning against the window, but her cat-like eyes would occasionally dart in this direction.
Dugu Yan, who had just been "tamed" by Lu Ming, was cutting fruit for him like a well-behaved little wife, and she also pricked up her ears.
(End of chapter)