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

Chapter 228: Facing Death

Bibi Dong and Bo Saixi were speechless after reading the latest diary entry. Sometimes, they felt their husband could be absurdly hypocritical.

"He's been craving Wutong for ages in his diary, but now he's hesitating again. Isn't that tedious?"

The two women shared a similar thought: "He should just 'eat' the little girl already," especially since Wutong's occasional antics often disrupted their peace.

Bo Saixi, pregnant and preparing to inherit her godhood, was particularly troubled. She considered finding a bed-warmer to keep Zhao Ling occupied once her pregnancy advanced.

Similarly, Bibi Dong mused about recruiting a beautiful disciple or attendant. Recalling Zhao Ling's mention of the three Spirit Hall beauties in his diary, she suspected the third beauty hadn't yet appeared.

"When she does," Bibi Dong thought, "I'll tie her to my side, so my husband won't torment me when he visits Spirit City."

Elsewhere, Qian Renxue lazily stretched on her bed before opening the updated diary copy with eager curiosity.

After reading the entry, she fell into deep thought.

"So that's how I was reborn," she realized. "He used a character summoning card to bring me back. I suppose I owe him thanks."

She reflected on how Zhao Ling's intervention had saved her. He had prevented her mother from being defiled by Qian Xunji and avoided the shameful outcome of her conception. His actions had also eased the conflict between Bibi Dong and Qian Xunji, saving the latter from a tragic death.

Most importantly, Bibi Dong no longer loved Yu Xiaogang and wouldn't fall into the clutches of the Rakshasa God.

"This timeline is much better," Qian Renxue concluded. "Now, if only Tang San could appear so I could personally end him."

In another part of the world, the Silver Dragon King stirred from her slumber, glaring at her copy of the diary.

"Can you stop waking me up unless you have a cure for my injuries?" she grumbled.

As she prepared to sleep again, a strange light from the diary entered her brow, conveying an unexpected message.

The diary revealed that Zhao Ling could refine an elixir capable of healing her wounds.

The Silver Dragon King's eyes widened. Could this diary truly be so magical? Her injuries, inflicted during the Dragon God's fall, were beyond her ability to heal, even with divine power. She had resigned herself to a slow recovery through hibernation.

"If this elixir works," she thought, "I might finally leave this place."

For the first time in centuries, hope flickered within her.

As night fell, Zhao Ling pondered whose room he would visit after dinner. With four bedmates in the mansion, he had plenty of choices.

"It's been over three months since I visited Yin'er," he mused. "Tonight, it should be Xiao Wu or Rou'er's turn."

With a cheerful stride, he headed toward Xiao Wu's room.

But as he passed Tang Wutong's room, a sudden black cloth covered his eyes. Her familiar, disgruntled voice filled his ears.

"Brother Ling, you're such a scoundrel! You were going to someone else's room, weren't you? Well, you're not leaving tonight. Xiao Qi won't let you!"

Zhao Ling realized Tang Wutong was dragging him toward her room. Panic crept in.

"If I hurt this girl, Xiao Wu and A Rou will fight me to the death!"

Before he could decide what to do, Xiao Wu's playful voice echoed from within Wutong's room:

"Haha, husband, I didn't think you could be such a coward!"

"Silly girl, your husband's always been a coward. Just realizing that?" A Rou teased, her voice dripping with amusement.

Zhao Ling froze in confusion.

"Why are Xiao Wu and A Rou in Wutong's room? Are they... playing cards?"

Then Liu Erlong chimed in:

"That's right. Our husband is timid, despite his insane physique. Always overthinking things."

"Long'er's here too? What's going on? Are they playing Mahjong?" Zhao Ling thought, bewildered.

Before he could process further, Ah Yin's voice rang out impatiently:

"Alright, enough teasing. Drag him in already. He's been gone for over three months and thinks he can just waltz back without consequences. He needs to be punished!"

"Oh no..." Zhao Ling realized too late he had walked into a trap.

Five pairs of hands pulled him into the room, slamming the door shut behind him. The scene reminded Zhao Ling of the classic moment in Journey to the West where the Tang Monk was surrounded by the seductive spider spirits.

"This is bad," he thought. "I didn't tell them I went to the City of Slaughter with Dong'er. Now they've conspired to teach me a lesson."

Despite his system-enhanced physique, Zhao Ling felt a flicker of doubt.

"What if I lose? How will I ever face them again?"

But surrender wasn't an option. Zhao Ling gritted his teeth and resolved:

"Better to die trying than admit defeat! I refuse to back down!"

As the door closed behind him, the room fell silent, and an ominous stillness blanketed the mansion.

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