People are writing diaries in Douluo, Bibi Dong is crazy about it

Chapter 227: Super Great Dan

"Uh..." Zhao Ling hadn't expected Tang Wutong to jump into his arms as soon as he returned. What puzzled him even more was the lack of resistance from Xiao Wu and A Rou. Normally, they would stop this sort of thing immediately, but now, they were utterly indifferent.

"What's going on?" Zhao Ling wondered. Baffled, he opened his diary panel to vent.

[Oh my god... What's with Rou'er and Xiao Wu? Tang Wutong literally threw herself into my arms, and they didn't even try to stop her. What does this mean?]

[Didn't they use to intervene faster than anyone when Wutong tried this before?]

[Seriously, Rou'er, Xiao Wu, can you give me some reaction? I'm about to hug Wutong, and you two aren't saying anything? She's your granddaughter and daughter, yet no reaction?]

[Sure, Wutong's sixteen or seventeen now—she's definitely a grown woman and just as beautiful as Xiao Wu and Ah Yin—but I still feel guilty.]

[If I actually hug her and do something, won't Xiao Wu, A Rou, and the others ban me from their rooms? That'd be a disaster.]

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Zhao Ling glanced at the four women still engrossed in their mahjong game. They didn't even bother looking at him or Tang Wutong in his arms.

"They really don't care anymore?" he thought, frowning. He returned to the diary to complain.

[Could it be that these four have truly given up? They don't care if I go full beast mode now?]

[Wait, no. Didn't I already go full beast mode? When I used the character summoning card to bring Wutong from 10,000 years in the future, wasn't that already a beastly move?]

[What am I even hesitating for? Look at Wutong's expectant eyes. If I don't hug her tight, she might cry.]

[Fine, I'll accept it. I've already taken care of Xiao Wu and Rou'er, so taking care of Wutong shouldn't be a big deal.]

[Amitabha, Shariputra, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form... I, Zhao, shall embrace my fate today.]

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After uploading the diary, the system rated it B+ and rewarded Zhao Ling with a recipe for the Super Great Dan pill.

"Great Dan?" Zhao Ling mused, recalling its frequent mention in martial arts and fantasy novels as a miraculous elixir for treating injuries.

Adding "super" to the name clearly implied extraordinary effects. But Zhao Ling couldn't help but wonder:

"Why would the system give me this? Does it think I'll need it to awaken the injured and sleeping Silver Dragon King?"

Annoyed, Zhao Ling grumbled:

"If the system expects me to use this on the Silver Dragon King, why not just give me the pill outright? Instead, it gives me a recipe and expects me to gather rare ingredients?!"

He checked the recipe and groaned. The main ingredients included Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng and Hunyuan Aster Flower, the latter being so rare it wasn't even recorded in "Xuan Tian Gong."

"Most of the auxiliary ingredients are common enough," Zhao Ling thought, "but three or four of these? I've never even heard of them!"

Frustration mounting, he cursed the system inwardly.

Tang Wutong's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Brother Ling, do you think Wutong isn't pretty? Am I annoying? Why won't you hug me? I've already humbled myself so much..."

Looking down, Zhao Ling saw tears streaming down her face. Her pitiful expression even made the women at the mahjong table glance over, their gazes growing unfriendly.

A chill ran down Zhao Ling's spine. He realized that if he didn't console Wutong quickly, the other women might block him from their rooms for days.

"Alright, alright! I can't offend you!" Zhao Ling muttered, wrapping his arms tightly around Wutong. He softened his tone, speaking gently:

"Silly girl, what's gotten into you? Be honest, how many people in all of Tiandou City are prettier than you? Not a single one."

"You need to have confidence in yourself, okay? Don't cry; your tears break Ling Ge's heart."

"Really? I don't believe you," Wutong pouted. "If you thought I was beautiful, wouldn't you kiss me?"

Her teary eyes brimmed with grievance, making Zhao Ling feel helpless. Sighing, he kissed her forehead.

But Wutong wasn't satisfied. She pursed her lips and leaned closer, clearly wanting more. Zhao Ling sighed again, resigned, and kissed her lips.

As they kissed, Ah Yin, Liu Erlong, A Rou, and Xiao Wu all received notifications about Zhao Ling's updated diary. Pausing their game, they began reading the latest entry.

The content left them speechless.

"This guy..." Xiao Wu muttered. "He summoned Xiao Qi from another timeline just so he could pursue her? Now that she's here, he's acting hesitant? Hypocrite!"

Ah Yin added, "He's always been shameless, but this is next level."

The four women exchanged knowing looks, silently agreeing to mock Zhao Ling later.

Meanwhile, Wutong also read the diary entry after letting go of Zhao Ling. Her expression shifted between disbelief and amusement.

"So this villain has been coveting me all along?" she thought. "He even summoned me from the future just for this. And now he expects me to make all the moves? Unbelievable!"

She wanted to kick him in frustration but decided against it. For now.

Unaware of her thoughts, Zhao Ling wrapped his arm around her waist, thinking:

"Since neither Yin'er nor Long'er is stopping me, I might as well make the most of this."

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