Chapter 95: Abused and autistic

Even if Zhao Ling thought about it, he would never have imagined that in just four games, Bibi Dong would go from not leaving a single person killed by her to not leaving a single person killed by her.

And starting from the fifth game, Zhao Ling hardly won. By the twelfth game, Zhao Ling could no longer hold back.

What the hell is going on? This guy’s learning ability is terrible, right?

Even though my chess rank before time travel was not high, I was still at the seventh-dan level.

Even after traveling to Douluo Continent, I had no opponent to play chess with me, but I still spent a lot of time thinking about it.

As a result, Dong'er, this girl, spent three or four rounds to torture him into self-isolation.

Sure enough, people are different. Dong'er is indeed the scheming and ruthless Pope in the original work. He can't be compared to him. He can't be compared to him at all.

So Zhao Ling thought about playing a few games with Ah Yin, thinking that he could pick the weakling.

But he soon discovered that Ah Yin was also Hui Zhilan's favorite woman. In the dozen or so games he and Bibi Dong played before, Ah Yin had already figured out chess thoroughly.

As a result, Zhao Ling and A Yin felt that they were struggling at the beginning of the second game.

If we say that Bibi Dong's chess style belongs to the kind of open and close, crazy and decisive, and winning by surprise.

Ah Yin's chess style is to overcome strength with softness, hide a knife in a smile, and be steady in a group.

Anyway, Zhao Ling was so miserable that he was tortured to the point of being autistic. After being abused to the point of being autistic, he gave up his position and faced the wall by himself.

In the evening, Zhao Ling and A Yin checked out of the hotel, and Bibi Dong arranged a room for them in a side hall of Wuhun Hall.

Now that Zhao Ling has been recognized by Qian Xunji and Qian Daoliu, he is considered half a member of Wuhun Palace.

Although Zhao Ling brought A Yin into the Wuhun Hall, Bibi Dong didn't express any opinions, and Qian Xunji, a teacher, didn't say much.

What's more, Zhao Ling's talent was so terrifying that he only awakened his martial spirit at the age of 16 and became a titled Douluo in just 15 years.

Moreover, the three soul rings behind Zhao Ling are all red and are one hundred thousand years old. With this configuration of soul rings, even Qiandaoliu, who has accepted part of the God of Angels test, does not have it.

Based on this alone, he felt that it was normal for Zhao Ling to have a few more women. If possible, all of Zhao Ling's future wives and children would be welcome to enter the Wuhun Palace.

In this way, Zhao Ling can be deeply bound to Wuhun Temple. When he becomes a god in the future, he will be even less likely to abandon Wuhun Temple.

Thinking about it, Qian Xunji felt that his decision was too wise and wise.

And Ah Yin was not at all worried about the current situation of living in the side hall of Wuhun Palace.

She was absolutely certain that as long as the soul sealing seal cast by Zhao Ling on her body was not lifted, no one in Wuhun Hall would be able to detect the identity of her soul beast.

This feeling of living under the noses of so many titled Douluo in Wuhun Palace is very refreshing and exciting. It is much more interesting than before when she could only hide in those remote villages.

Moreover, she also carries the Burmese Rain Pear Blossom Needle given to her by her husband. If anyone really wants to trouble her without opening his eyes, he can just throw the Burmese Rain Pear Blossom Needle at him, and he will definitely make the other party unable to eat it.

Since Zhao Ling promised Ah Yin not to torment her tonight, Ah Yin rested alone in the room arranged for her by Bibi Dong tonight.

Zhao Ling followed Bibi Dong to her boudoir. When she closed the door, she felt a pair of big hands wrapped around her waist.

Bibi Dong didn't reject her at all. She turned around and put her flexible hands on Zhao Ling's neck. After the two looked at each other, they kissed passionately.

After waiting for more than a minute, their lips parted, and Zhao Ling picked up Bibi Dong and walked towards the bed.

Bibi Dong's pretty face turned crimson, and she was a little worried now. Her husband wouldn't really be as scary as Sister A Yin described, right?

Probably not, definitely not, she quickly comforted her uneasy heart that was beating rapidly.

However, she soon discovered sadly that Sister A Yin's description of her husband was too superficial. How could her husband be described as terrifying?

At noon the next day, Zhao Ling woke up from his sleep and looked at the beautiful woman beside him.

Desire emerged in his eyes again. Bibi Dong, who was pretending to sleep next to him, was startled and quickly moved her body, trying to get as far away from Zhao Ling as possible.

Zhao Ling wanted to put her into his arms, but Bibi Dong was so frightened that she quickly blocked it with her hands: "Old, husband, don't come over, don't come over, go find sister A Yin quickly, please... …”

"..." Zhao Ling smiled awkwardly. It was so miserable that he was disliked.

Seeing Bibi Dong's vigilant expression, Zhao Ling hurriedly explained.

"Dong'er, don't worry. You haven't recovered yet. I won't do anything to you. My husband just wants to hug you. It's definitely just a hug. I dare to swear to God..."

"Come on, put on your clothes quickly and leave the room!" Bibi Dong pointed at the door of the room and said decisively.

"Donger's wife, don't be like this, I really just want to hug you..." Zhao Ling hurriedly said with a flattering smile.

"Are you going to get out? If you don't get out, I'll leave on my own." After saying that, Bibi Dong looked like she really wanted to leave the bed.

How dare Zhao Ling let her leave the room in this state? Nod quickly.

"Okay, I'll go out right away, go out right away, and I'll get someone to prepare some food for you..."

After that, Zhao Ling quickly put on her clothes and escaped from Bibi Dong's boudoir in embarrassment.

After seeing Zhao Ling leave, Bibi Dong's serious and pretty face turned into a mask of pain.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu It's all because of that damn system that gave my husband a three-fold physical bonus. It's just killing me..."

What made her even more depressed was that not long after, the door to the room was opened again, and Ah Yin walked in gloatingly, winking at her.

"Hehe, sister Dong'er, how does it feel to be harmed by your husband? Isn't it very happy? Do you understand now that I want to find more sisters?"

Bibi Dong saw A Yin gloating and mocking herself, and replied angrily.

"I don't understand, I definitely can't understand. My husband's first woman is you, so he should only harm you. I shouldn't be harmed by him..."

Ah Yin was not happy when he heard this: "Come on, my husband likes you more. He should torment you every day."

Bibi Dong, wearing a mask of pain, replied: "Nonsense, my husband seems to like you as much as I do. Don't think of pushing your husband to me alone."

Zhao Ling, who was pushing the dining cart back from the door, was speechless when he heard the two women bickering. It was obvious that during the time in the Great Soul Fighting Arena, the two women were still jealous of him.

It had only been a few days, and after these two girls had eaten and wiped themselves clean, they were pushing themselves around. What kind of world is this?