Chapter 375: Complete defeat!

More than an hour passed.

The secret room became quiet, except for the heavy breathing of two people.

Bibi Dong leaned beside Su Bai, her long silver-purple hair completely spread out, sticking to her cheeks and neck, and her whole person exuded charming charm.

Her chest rose and fell violently, and every breath was trembling.

"Why... you're not tired at all?"

Bibi Dong turned her head and looked at the young man next to her who gritted her teeth and was extremely fascinated, her tone full of anger.

Su Bai's breathing was also a little rapid, but compared to her embarrassed appearance, it was obviously much calmer. This made Bibi Dong's mood very complicated.

In terms of physical strength, endurance, and soul power, no one in the entire Douluo Continent could compete with her more than a slap in the face.

Originally thought it would be an easy suppression.

​The result?

I was out of breath, my whole body felt weak, and I almost didn't have the strength to raise my hands.

Su Bai, on the other hand, seemed to be just a little sweaty, and even had the intention to smile at her evilly.

"Are you really in shape?"

Bibi Dong asked again, her tone obviously unconvinced.

Su Bai turned over, lying on his side supporting his head, and put one hand on Bibi Dong's waist.

"Hey, that's natural."

"The Qilin martial spirit itself is the bloodline of the auspicious beast. Coupled with the strengthening of the body by the Holy Lin origin, my physical fitness is countless times stronger than that of ordinary soul masters."

Su Bai paused, then lightly scratched Bibi Dong's waist with his fingers.

"Otherwise, how can I control my precious Pope?"

Bibi Dong's body instinctively shrank.

She stared at Su Bai and wanted to retort, but she swallowed the words before she reached her lips.

Can you hold it in check?

She thought about what happened in the past few hours.

In the beginning, she was the one who pressed Su Bai on the bed, with great momentum and a stable attitude.A ninety-nine-level peerless Douluo, against a sixty-nine-level person, she thought she would dominate the whole process.

As a result, in less than half a quarter of an hour, the offense and defense were completely reversed.

She didn't even know how she was turned over.

When she came back to her senses, her long purple hair had spread all over the bed, and Su Bai's face with a bad smile was right above her.

Bibi Dong's face felt a little hot.

Although...she is just a woman who has only experienced it once. Who would have thought that Su Bai could be so powerful.

"Humph, you are so proud." Bibi Dong tilted her head, not wanting to see his expression.

"I'm not proud."

Su Bai took back the hand that was placed on Bibi Dong's waist and put it behind his head.

"I'm telling the truth to the Pope."

Bibi Dong snorted.

The next moment, the secret room became quiet.

But the air in the secret room was still a little hot. The body temperatures of the two people mixed together, making this small space stuffy.

Bibi Dong's mind finally slowly regained some clarity from the chaos.

She began to recall the context of the whole incident.

From being defeated by Su Bai and losing his memory, to putting on a phantom mask and calling daddy, to being brought into the city of killing, to the forbidden demon ring and the resonance of the slain god realm being worn away bit by bit, to today...

Every step is part of Su Bai's calculation.

​She knows.

Su Bai also admitted it.

But Zhi Gui knows that she can no longer return to her current state.

Not because of physical reasons.

It's because in those days, every time Rakshasa's resentment came back, Su Bai was by his side.

The feeling of being wrapped in auspicious power was so comfortable, so comfortable that her body would instinctively remember and rely on it.

And today, the last layer of defense was shattered.

Bibi Dong closed her eyes and cursed herself in her heart. She was so shameless, but her body told her that this was the most correct choice you could make.

Then, she thought of another person.

Ye Xishui.

The ninety-ninth-level peerless Douluo, the possessor of the twin martial souls of the Bright Phoenix and the Blood Soul Demon Puppet, was the strongest fighting force around Su Bai.

She called Su Bai "Young Master".

During the period after recovering her memory, although Bibi Dong and Ye Xishui did not have much direct communication, she had been secretly observing this woman.

Ye Xishui's attitude towards Su Bai was not a simple master-slave relationship. Bibi Dong could clearly see the emotions occasionally revealed between her eyebrows.

​And every night...

Bibi Dong's face became hot again.

She hesitated for a few seconds and finally asked.

"Then Sister Xishui..."

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, Bibi Dong froze.

What did she say?

Sister Xishui? sister?

Bibi Dong wanted to bite her tongue off.

What she clearly wanted to say was "Ye Xishui", three words, very normal and distant, in line with her identity and position as the Pope.

As a result, the mouth is one step faster than the brain.

The words "Sister Xishui" just popped out smoothly.

Bibi Dong's face turned from slightly red to red.

Su Bai turned his head, his expression was wonderful.

He didn't say anything, just looked at Bibi Dong, pressing the corners of his mouth again and again, obviously trying to hold back laughter.

"You, don't look at me!" Bibi Dong turned her head.

Her heart was beating so fast and her mind was in a mess.

Why are you talking?

Why is she called "Sister"?

She, Bibi Dong, is the Pope of Wuhun Palace, a ninety-ninth-level peerless Douluo, and is older than Ye Xishui... well, if Ye Xishui is counted in his previous life, he is much older than her.

​But that's not the point.

The key point is when did she recognize this title in her heart?

Bibi Dong struggled to remember.

Whether it was because Ye Xishui took care of her when she was in Qilin Palace, or whether she was living in the stone building during this period, Ye Xishui would occasionally give her food and water.

Although there was almost no unnecessary conversation between the two, Ye Xishui never felt sorry for her.

Even once in the Qilin Hall, Bibi Dong was tortured by Rakshasa resentment in the middle of the night and was covered in cold sweat. It was Ye Xishui who noticed something strange first and woke Su Bai up.

Also, Ye Xishui would habitually look at her one more time before going out. That kind of look was not hostile, but more like confirming her status.

Bibi Dong suddenly realized something.

In her heart, Ye Xishui's position had changed from "Su Bai's subordinate" to something else.

But a woman in a similar situation to her?

No, no, no, no.

Bibi Dong closed her eyes hard and shook this thought out of her mind.

"Dong'er." Su Bai said with a wicked smile.

"Shut up."

"What did you call Xi Shui just now?"

"I told you to shut up!"

"Why is it that our Lord Pope calls Xi Shui Sister Xi Shui?" Su Bai smiled slightly, "It sounds pretty smooth."

Bibi Dong suddenly turned over and grabbed Su Bai's collar. Her face was red and her teeth were clenching.

"Su Bai, if you mention these three words again, I will...I will..."

"Just what?" Su Bai shamelessly pinched Bibi Dong's butt.

Bibi Dong snorted and patted Su Bai's hand in shame and anger.

She found that she had no way to deal with Su Bai.