Chapter 95 Being Abused And Autistic

Zhao Ling would never have thought that in just four games, Bibi Dong would go from being completely defeated by her to being completely defeated by her.

Moreover, starting from the fifth game, Zhao Ling hardly won any games. By the twelfth game, Zhao Ling could no longer hold on.

What the hell is going on? Isn't Dong'er's learning ability too terrible?

Although my chess rank was not high before I traveled through time, it was at least at the level of seventh dan.

Even after traveling to Douluo Continent, he had no opponent to play chess with, but it still took him a lot of time to figure it out.

As a result, Dong'er took only three or four games to torture him into autism.

It is true that people are different. Dong'er is worthy of being the scheming and ruthless Pope in the original book. He is no match for him, absolutely no match for him.

So Zhao Ling thought about playing a few games with A Yin, thinking that he could take advantage of the weak one.

But he soon discovered that Ah Yin was also a kind-hearted woman. In the dozen or so games he had played against Bibi Dong before, Ah Yin had already figured out chess thoroughly.

As a result, Zhao Ling and A Yin felt that they were having a hard time starting from the second game.

If we say that Bibi Dong's chess style is that of bold and aggressive, crazy and decisive, and winning by surprise.

Ah Yin's chess style is to overcome hardness with softness, to smile but hide a knife, and to be very steady.

Anyway, Zhao Ling was miserable and was tortured to the point of becoming autistic. He gave up his seat and went to face the wall.

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

Now that Zhao Ling has been recognized by Qian Xunji and Qian Daoliu, father and son, she is considered half a member of the Spirit Hall.

Although Zhao Ling brought Ah Yin into the Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong did not express any opinions, and Qian Xunji, as a teacher, did not say much either.

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

Moreover, Zhao Ling's last three soul rings are all red and are one hundred thousand years old. With this soul ring configuration, even Qian Daoliu, who has undergone some of the tests of the Angel God, does not have it.

Based on this point alone, he felt that it was normal for Zhao Ling to have several women. If possible, it would be great if all of Zhao Ling's wives and descendants could enter the Spirit Hall in the future.

In this way, Zhao Ling can be deeply bound to the Spirit Hall, and when he becomes a god in the future, it will be even less likely for him to abandon the Spirit Hall.

Thinking about it, Qianxunji felt that his decision was so wise and intelligent.

Ah Yin was not at all panicked about living in a side hall of the Spirit Hall.

She was completely certain that as long as the soul-sealing seal that Zhao Ling had cast on her was not lifted, none of the people in the Spirit Hall would be able to detect her identity as a soul beast.

It feels great and exciting to live under the watchful eyes of so many Titled Douluo in the Spirit Hall. It is much more interesting than living in those remote villages when she could only hide obediently in the past.

Moreover, she was carrying the Rain of Pear Blossom Needles given to her by her husband. If anyone was really blind and came to cause trouble for her, she would just shoot a volley of Rain of Pear Blossom Needles at him, and the other person would definitely be in trouble.

Since Zhao Ling promised Ayin that she would not bother her tonight, Ayin rested alone in the room arranged for her by Bibi Dong.

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

Bibi Dong did not reject it at all. She turned around and put her nimble arms around Zhao Ling's neck. After they looked at each other, they kissed passionately.

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

Bibi Dong's pretty face turned red. She was a little nervous now. Could her husband really be as scary as her sister Ayin described?

It shouldn't happen, it definitely won't happen, she hurriedly comforted her heart which was pounding with anxiety.

However, she soon discovered sadly that Sister Yin's description of her husband was too superficial. How could her husband be described with the word "horrible"?

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 be asleep beside him, was startled and quickly moved away, trying to stay as far away from Zhao Ling as possible.

Zhao Ling wanted to hug her into her arms, but Bibi Dong was so scared that she quickly blocked him with both hands: "Husband, don't come over, don't come over, go find sister Yin, please..."

"..." Zhao Ling smiled awkwardly. She felt so miserable that she was actually disliked.

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

"Don't worry, Dong'er. I won't do anything to you if you haven't recovered yet. I just want to hug you. It's definitely just a hug. I swear to God..."

"Stop it! Put on your clothes quickly and leave the room!" Bibi Dong raised her hand and pointed at the door, saying in a firm tone.

"Dong'er's wife, there's no need to be like this. I really just want to hug you..." Zhao Ling hurriedly said with a flattering smile.

"Are you going out or not? If not, I'll leave by myself." After saying that, Bibi Dong looked like she was really going to leave the bed.

How could Zhao Ling dare to let her leave the room in this state? She nodded quickly.

"Okay, I'll go out right away, I'll ask someone to prepare something for you..."

After saying that, Zhao Ling hurriedly put on his clothes and fled from Bibi Dong's boudoir in a panic.

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

"Wow, it's all because of that damn system that gave my husband a triple bonus to his physique. It's simply going to kill me..."

What made her even more depressed was that not long after, the door of the room was opened again, and Ah Yin walked in with a gloating look on his face, and made faces at her.

"Hehe, Sister Dong'er, how does it feel to be harmed by your husband? Are you very happy? Now you can understand why I want to find more sisters?"

Seeing Ah Yin gloating over her misfortune, Bibi Dong replied angrily.

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

Ah Yin was not happy when she heard this: "Don't give me that. My husband likes you more. He should torment you every day."

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

Zhao Ling, who was pushing the food cart back outside the door, was speechless when he heard the two women quarreling. It was obvious that during a period of time in the Great Fighting Spirit Arena, the two women were still jealous of him.

It's only been a few days, and these two girls have taken advantage of us and are now pushing us around. What kind of world is this?