…I'm your child bride."
The girl called Donger blushed faintly and instinctively lowered her head.
A proud, cold beauty in her prime, and she could actually spout childish nonsense like that.
"What are you on about? I'm only six—how could I have a child bride your size? If you'd said I'm your kept boy, that'd be a bit more believable."
Song Zhe stared at Donger like she was an idiot.
Where did this loafer pop up from, with the free time to crack jokes?
"Then let's go with your idea—be my kept boy."
Sister Donger gave a winsome smile and gently ruffled Song Zhe's hair.
"???"
Damn it!
This woman definitely wants his body.
In the eyes of the World he was six—six! Six!!
"Let go. Spill it—who exactly are you?"
Song Zhe wriggled out of Donger's arms, jumped off her lap, and studied her from a safe distance.
Judging by the situation, the woman seemed to mean him no harm.
She'd even pressed against his little face a ferocity far beyond his years.
But having an unknown person at home still left Song Zhe uneasy.
"Fine, I'll lay my cards out. My name is Bibi Dong, Supreme Pontiff of Spirit Hall."
Bibi Dong rolled her eyes at Song Zhe, then gracefully crossed her legs.
The Little fellow had picked a perfect vantage point; she had to shift her foot to block his view at the source.
"Your Holiness?"
Song Zhe was even more dumbstruck.
Logically, he and Bibi Dong should have had zero intersection.
With his trash talent there was no reason for Bibi Dong to set aside Supreme Pontiff Palace affairs and travel thousands of li to meet him.
"Little fellow, I'd like to take you back to the Supreme Pontiff Palace—are you willing?"
A playful glint flashed across Bibi Dong's eyes.
Although she didn't know why Song Zhe had just awakened a Spirit yet possessed innate spirit power Level Zero—the ultimate waste.
But the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass Spirit couldn't lie.
In this World only that person had the heaven-defying Nine-Leaf Sword Grass.
"No. I'm staying home to cultivate."
Song Zhe shook his head.
Even if the woman before him might be Bibi Dong, the super-popular character from the anime.
When he watched the show he often saw people shouting: join Spirit Hall, wipe out Shrek.
But after truly arriving on Douluo Continent,
Song Zhe mustn't act on impulse; best to stay out of the conflict.
As the saying goes, when the snipe and the clam grapple, the fisherman profits—Song Zhe wanted to be that winning fisherman.
He didn't want to side with Spirit Hall, Empire, or any Sect.
He only wanted to improve his strength.
At the very least he needed the power to protect himself before considering anything else.
"Little fellow, you're truly hurting your big sister's heart."
Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes batted as she glared at Song Zhe.
The two of them locked gazes, wide eyes versus small, neither speaking another word.
"Such a grown-up, yet you don't know shame."
After a long while,
Song Zhe turned his head away and muttered.
He actually found it hard to believe this woman was Spirit Hall's Supreme Pontiff.
In the original story hadn't Bibi Dong been violated by Qian Xunji?
She should hate men to the bone—how could she hug a stranger like him?
Besides, Bibi Dong's goal was to destroy Spirit Hall.
On that dark path she and Song Zhe should never cross.
"You're my kept boy; looking is fair. Why should I feel ashamed?"
Bibi Dong stretched languidly, her exquisite curves on full display.
She was almost certain the little boy before her was the one she'd sought for so long.
"Crazy woman, stop spouting nonsense. Leave my house at once; I need to cultivate."
Song Zhe frowned.
Even now he couldn't figure out what this woman's goal was.
Worse, only half an hour remained before Survival Space refreshed.
He still wanted to enter Survival Space and farm some points, hopefully surviving longer this time.
"Call me crazy if you like—as long as you get used to it. Tonight big sister is staying here; cultivate if you want, I won't disturb you."
Bibi Dong slipped off her purple high heels, revealing a pair of fair, crystalline feet.
She slowly lifted her legs onto the bed, propped her chin on one hand, and watched Song Zhe with amusement.
"You sleep on my bed—where am I supposed to sleep?"
Song Zhe's head throbbed.
Would he have to borrow a bed at the village head's house, or else sleep on the floor?
With his tiny frame, floor-sleeping offered zero frost resistance!
He'd only just started cultivating; the Quanzhen Heart Method's true-qi reserve was negligible—no cold immunity whatsoever.
"Here."
Bibi Dong patted the spot beside her,
clearly inviting Song Zhe to share the bed with her.
Song Zhe: … Faced with this usurping madwoman, he could only draw a deep breath to calm himself.
He couldn't wait any longer; he had to enter Survival Mode of the previous life simulator now.
For some reason he sensed zero malice from Bibi Dong.
But since he couldn't fathom the madwoman's goal, he preferred not to deal with her.
"If I enter the previous life simulator, what happens outside?"
Song Zhe squatted in a corner and communicated with the simulator.
The thing lacked artificial intelligence, but it could still search for answers.
Calamity-Proof.
The previous life simulator's screen simply displayed those few words.
Reassured by his golden finger's reply, Song Zhe finally relaxed.
In that case he could find any spot, enter Survival Mode, and continue dealing with Quanzhen Sect's Encirclement Hunt.
"Little fellow, big sister's going to sleep first—care to join?"
Bibi Dong pulled the quilt over herself and lay down quietly.
"I cultivate at night; I don't sleep."
Song Zhe sat cross-legged on the floor.
The Quanzhen Heart Method inside him circulated rapidly, creating the image of diligent cultivation.
Once the madwoman's attention was no longer on him,
he would enter Survival Space and fight Yin Zhiping and those stinking Daoists for his life.
After a stretch of silence,
Bibi Dong had quietly fallen asleep, her breathing steady, as if truly slumbering.
Meanwhile Song Zhe kept his eye on Survival Space's final countdown.
With only a few minutes left before refresh, he finally made his move.
"Activate Survival Space."
Song Zhe immediately contacted the previous life simulator, preparing to return to the cliff where Quanzhen Sect besieged him.
"Enter."
At his command the simulator began its loading bar.
Roughly one breath later the progress hit 100%, and his consciousness smoothly entered Survival Space.
At the same time,
Bibi Dong in the outside World suddenly opened her eyes.
Watching the faint starlight around Song Zhe, as if he merged with heaven and earth, achieving Body Etherealization,
"It really is you, bastard. This time no matter what, I won't let you vanish without a sound."
Bibi Dong stared fixedly at Song Zhe, waves surging in her heart, unable to calm for the longest time.
This time, let's see how you escape?