Bibi Dong opened her eyes, and a flash of blood-red light flickered in her purple pupils.
"Kill..."
She murmured softly to herself, her voice becoming hollow and eerie.
Ling Feng gasped in cold air.
This was definitely the Rakshasa God's Divine Thought acting up!
"Teacher!"
He called out loudly, trying to awaken Bibi Dong's rationality.
Hearing Ling Feng's voice, Bibi Dong's body trembled, and the blood-red light in her eyes receded slightly.
"Xiao Feng..."
She squeezed out these two words with difficulty, looking incredibly weak.
Ling Feng quickly got up and walked to Bibi Dong's side, but he dared not touch her rashly.
Bibi Dong was currently emitting a dangerous aura; touching her carelessly might result in injury.
"Teacher, can you hear me speak?"
Bibi Dong nodded, but her brow remained tightly furrowed.
Seeing Bibi Dong's pained appearance, Ling Feng felt a surge of heartache.
This Supreme Pontiff, who appeared majestic in front of outsiders, was now as fragile as an injured child.
"Teacher, let me help you."
Ling Feng reached out, intending to take Bibi Dong's hand, but she stopped him.
"Don't... I am very dangerous right now."
Bibi Dong's voice was intermittent, clearly struggling to control something.
Ling Feng's heart stirred; perhaps the Magic Cloud Vine could help Bibi Dong.
After all, their Spirits resonated, and perhaps it could share some of the pain.
"Teacher, trust me."
He released the Magic Cloud Vine, letting a few tendrils cautiously approach Bibi Dong.
As soon as the Magic Cloud Vine touched the purple spirit power surrounding Bibi Dong, it reacted violently.
The black and red vines flickered with a faint light, seemingly struggling against that evil power.
A miraculous thing happened.
Bibi Dong's expression of pain eased slightly, and the blood-red light in her eyes gradually faded.
But at the same time, Ling Feng's face began to turn pale, and his body trembled slightly.
A cold, chaotic negative emotion flooded his mind, making him feel suffocated.
Ling Feng instantly understood that the Magic Cloud Vine was absorbing the negative emotions within Bibi Dong, but this absorption was not without cost.
Bibi Dong became much clearer the moment her pain subsided.
She clearly sensed that the chaotic and evil power inside her was surging towards Ling Feng through the Magic Cloud Vine.
She looked at Ling Feng in shock, never imagining this child would use his own body to absorb the negative energy within her.
This energy was difficult even for her to control; for a child, it was undoubtedly a fatal injury.
"Xiao Feng!"
Bibi Dong suddenly reached out and pulled Ling Feng into her embrace.
She felt Ling Feng's body trembling and an indescribable warmth surged in her heart.
"What... what are you doing?"
Bibi Dong's voice trembled as she held Ling Feng tightly, feeling the nascent coldness and chaos within him.
This feeling, she was all too familiar with—negative emotions tearing at her mind!
Fortunately, Ling Feng was a Transmigrator, his mental force already stronger than ordinary Spirit Masters, and his Spirit was a miraculous item like the Mo Yun Vine; otherwise, he might have perished.
"Teacher, you looked truly pained back then, and I wanted to help Teacher too."
Ling Feng replied weakly, resting his head against Bibi Dong's chest.
He could feel Bibi Dong's softness and warmth, as well as that intense concern.
Bibi Dong held him tightly, gently stroking his back, trying to warm Ling Feng's mind, which was being eroded by negative emotions, with her own body temperature.
She never expected this child would do something like this for her.
That warmth caused ripples to stir in Bibi Dong's heart lake.
How many years had passed since someone made her feel the warmth of being cared for?
Bibi Dong lowered her head and kissed the top of Ling Feng's head.
"Xiao Feng... don't do that again in the future," Bibi Dong said, her voice carrying a hint of a sob.
Ling Feng gently shook his head in her arms, but secretly rejoiced in his heart.
As the saying goes, you can't catch the tiger cub without entering the tiger's den. To truly enter Bibi Dong's heart, some price must be paid.
To truly enter Bibi Dong's heart, some price must be paid.
But Ling Feng wasn't entirely without gain; he clearly felt that after the Magic Cloud Vine absorbed Bibi Dong's negative emotions, his spirit power had also received a considerable boost.
Although the process was somewhat painful, this improvement was real.
At this moment, Bibi Dong only felt that Ling Feng was so heartbreaking; she held him tightly, unwilling to let go for a long time.
Ling Feng enjoyed the soft fragrance in Bibi Dong's embrace; that faint, subtle scent calmed his mind.
Having just absorbed that surge of negative emotion, the pain in his mind receded like a tide, and his whole body relaxed.
After all, Ling Feng was only a six-year-old boy.
Even with an adult's Soul, the physical body's tolerance was ultimately limited.
In Bibi Dong's warm embrace, he gradually drifted off to sleep.
Bibi Dong felt Ling Feng's even breathing in her arms and a complex emotion welled up in her heart.
This child had disregarded the danger to absorb that evil power just to help her.
That negative emotion originating from the Rakshasa God's Divine Thought was hard even for her to bear, let alone a six-year-old child.
"Xiao Feng..." Bibi Dong gently stroked Ling Feng's hair, her heart filled with warmth.
After so many years, a ripple stirred in Bibi Dong's heart lake once more.
Bibi Dong originally intended to place Ling Feng on the bed to rest well, but as if guided by some impulse, she carried Ling Feng back to her own palace.
Purple curtains, a purple bed—the entire room exuded an air of nobility and mystery.
Bibi Dong gently placed Ling Feng on her own bed, looking at his peaceful sleeping face, and an unprecedented tenderness bloomed in her heart.
"Truly a heartbreaking child."
She leaned down and gently kissed Ling Feng's forehead, then lay down beside him and gently pulled him into her embrace.
That night, Bibi Dong slept exceptionally soundly, as if years of fatigue had been swept away... The next morning, sunlight streamed into the room through the purple curtains.
Ling Feng groggily opened his hazy eyes and felt something soft touching his hand.
He instinctively gave it a gentle squeeze.
Not squeezing was one thing, but squeezing instantly woke Ling Feng up.
Ling Feng's eyes widened, only then realizing he was lying in Bibi Dong's embrace.
A faint, subtle fragrance lingered near his nose—the unique body scent of a mature woman.
And his hand... was resting in an extremely dangerous place.
Ling Feng's face instantly flushed crimson, as if it could drip blood. He quickly withdrew his hand, but dared not make any large movements, afraid of waking Bibi Dong.
"Calm down, calm down!"
Ling Feng frantically tried to build up his psychological resolve, but his body's instinctive reaction made him even more nervous.
Just as he was struggling with whether to sneak away, Bibi Dong's voice sounded softly by his ear.
"Awake?"
(End of Chapter)
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