SL—Chapter 152: Zhu Zhuqing: Then, explain the Blue Silver Grass.
Two and a half minutes later, Ling Qianyao lay on the bed and sighed with despair.
Zhu Zhuqing sat next to him. "She was the first to provoke."
Bibi Dong leaned against the window, arms crossed, and smiled. "So what? I can tolerate your presence around Qianyao—that's the biggest concession."
"Do you dare to let Sister Xue know now?" Zhu Zhuqing pouted.
Bibi Dong's expression froze. A barely perceptible panic flashed across her eyes, but she quickly returned to her usual arrogant and cold look. "That's my business."
"You're just being stubborn."
Ling Qianyao closed his eyes helplessly, then opened them and said to Bibi Dong, "You go back first. You should understand her personality. The purity of an angel and the shadow coexist within her. All we can do is let her accept it slowly."
He straightened his face. "I've said it many times—this kind of fight is meaningless. Since you chose me, I will not give up on either of you. Be more restrained."
Bibi Dong's eyes moved slightly, and she snorted coldly, but she no longer insisted. She disappeared by the window in a flash.
Zhu Zhuqing looked in the direction where Bibi Dong had left, her lips curling into a faint smile. 'It seems she will not use her power to oppress others. If this Pope sister only relied on her cultivation and status to do whatever she wanted, I might be in a bit of trouble."
But fortunately, I've uncovered some things. Morbid love—it's very similar to Qian Renxue at the beginning.
In front of Qianyao, she will not be too indulgent, which is good. I haven't lost yet. Besides, she can't compare with me in any way, right?'
She looked back at Ling Qianyao. "She left."
"Yeah."
Zhu Zhuqing activated her martial soul, and her cat tail, like a clever snake, wound around Ling Qianyao's waist, pulling him towards her.
"Now, I want to hear everything—cause and effect, nothing missing."
"Okay."
The moonlight shone on Zhu Zhuqing through the window. She lowered her eyebrows slightly, her eyes blurred, lost in deep thought.
The cat's tail was still gently wrapped around Ling Qianyao's waist, but it gradually lost its lively swing, as if it were stagnant along with her thoughts.
'So Sister Xue likes the secret room so much. Did she inherit it from this Pope? She's obsessed with such twisted emotions.
Damn it, although for a soul master at the level of Titled Douluo, even with a hundred-year age difference, it's just a trivial matter. But this guy had the guts to do it. The behavior of an old cow eating young grass—really despicable!'
Her face was full of indignation, and the cat's tail trembled from time to time due to emotional excitement.
'I should have seduced Qianyao when we were in Heaven Dou Royal Academy. Now, my house has been stolen. Zhu Zhuqing, oh Zhu Zhuqing, you're too stupid. What does Qian Renxue's emotions matter? What if you ate him earlier? Our bodies are already pretty much developed.'
Zhu Zhuqing felt more and more regretful, her cheeks flushing with shame and anger. 'If I had been more decisive back then, I wouldn't have these troubles now.'
"Zhuqing?"
"Huh?"
With Ling Qianyao's call, Zhu Zhuqing suddenly snapped out of her regretful thoughts. A trace of panic flashed in her eyes. She adjusted her mood and looked at Ling Qianyao with a calm expression. The cat's tail also stopped trembling instantly and obediently fell on his waist.
"Are you angry?"
Zhu Zhuqing pursed her lips. "Angry? Maybe, but it's not your fault, right? She took possession of you by force. If a crazy beauty like the Pope truly has her heart set on you, I wouldn't believe you wouldn't be tempted. This can only be called fate. But even so, I still feel a little uncomfortable. I came first, after all."
Her eyes slightly reddened, and she rushed into Ling Qianyao's arms, hugging him tightly. "I don't mind if there are many outstanding women around you, but I will still be jealous."
Ling Qianyao stroked Zhu Zhuqing's back softly. "What do you want me to do?"
Zhu Zhuqing raised her head, met his eyes, and said softly, "Qianyao, I just want you to be honest with me—no reservations. I want to know clearly that I am irreplaceable in your heart."
As expected, it has to be Zhuqing. Since childhood, her personality has been like this—everything she does is for Ling Qianyao.
Even in this complicated situation now, she still tries to maintain emotional balance among the few people involved.
Once you enter her heart, it feels like being tightly entangled by her toughest love, making it hard to break free.
Sometimes, not fighting is the biggest fight. Zhu Zhuqing, seemingly indifferent and forbearing, actually overcomes hardness with softness, holding Ling Qianyao's heart tightly.
He stroked her long hair and whispered, "If there is anything in the future, I will tell you. You don't have to worry about anything with me."
"Yeah."
Zhu Zhuqing nodded gently and snuggled into Ling Qianyao's arms again, her voice slightly coquettish: "Did you say that?"
"Of course," Ling Qianyao nodded.
The tender, slender little hand touched his chest and drew gentle circles. Zhu Zhuqing looked up, a cunning and playful light flickering in her eyes.
"Then, explain the Blue Silver Grass? During this period, I not only stayed in this villa but also learned a lot from Sister Xue and Master Chrysanthemum Douluo.
The former Clear Sky Douluo is Tang Hao, Tang San's father now.
Initially, Spirit Hall received news that Tang Hao was wandering around with a transformed soul beast, jumping in front of Spirit Hall.
Later, the previous Pope fell. Tang Hao also broke through to Title Douluo in one fell swoop by sacrificing the transformed soul beast in this battle and escaped after being seriously injured.
And his wife's spirit seems to be the Blue Silver Grass?
I learned from Sister Xue that the place where Tang San once lived was Nuoding City, where we passed during our soul fighting training.
Qianyao, the Blue Silver Grass you brought back has very different vitality compared to ordinary Blue Silver Grass. There are golden lines on its body.
It can even move anthropomorphically. I initially doubted whether it had consciousness. Now, can you explain it to me?"
Ling Qianyao took a deep breath and slowly said, "Zhuqing, since you've noticed so much, I won't hide it anymore. This Blue Silver Grass is the body of Ah Yin, Tang Hao's wife and Tang San's mother—the Blue Silver Emperor.
Initially, my illusion-breaking Eye sensed something and found that Tang Hao placed it in a dark cave."
Having finished listening to the story, Zhu Zhuqing furrowed her brows, "Is this what someone bearing the title of Clear Sky Douluo does? Isn't it too self-deceptive?"
(End of this chapter)