Mini World Game Console-Chapter 822 - 823: Suppressed Qiao Muyi [First Release!]

"When exactly do you plan to sleep? We have to catch the Shinkansen to Osaka tomorrow."

While Ren Suo was surrendering himself downstairs, the bedroom on the second floor was buzzing with activity.

In the bedroom, Qiao Muyi lay on her side on the large bed, supporting her head with an arm, and gently complained.

Next to Qiao Muyi, Dong Chengling was asleep. Her hands rested on her lower abdomen, her legs together without leaving a gap, and even the towel blanket covering her was meticulously neat—a textbook example of a sleeping posture.

Among all the travelers, perhaps only Dong Chengling was qualified to criticize Lin Xianyu's sleeping posture.

Dong Chengling's eyes were closed as she slightly parted her rosy lips. "I am already asleep."

Qiao Muyi couldn't help but chuckle, touching Dong Chengling's cheek. "Are you really asleep?"

No response.

She poked Dong Chengling's slender waist.

No response.

Then she tickled the soles of Dong Chengling's feet.

No response.

Qiao Muyi got out of bed, not even bothering to put on slippers, and used "Ghostly Stroll V2.10D" to transform into an afterimage and dash towards the door!

THUMP.

With a dull impact, Qiao Muyi crashed into a warm embrace, and a pair of soft yet strong arms tightly wrapped around her.

"Fourth-level Spell: Vajra Blockade!"

Dong Chengling's fair arms radiated a faint golden light. Qiao Muyi instantly felt her Qi Cyclone imprisoned by countless invisible chains, rendering her unable to move, cast spells, or even muster any strength!

As a special spell series created for Cultivators, the "Lock" series, "Vajra Blockade" had incredibly high practice requirements, was very difficult to learn, and had stringent usage conditions—it had to make contact with the Cultivator's skin to be effective.

However, once it took effect, the imprisoned Cultivator would be like a fish on a chopping block, almost reduced to a commoner, completely powerless and at the mercy of others!

Qiao Muyi hadn't expected Dong Chengling to learn "Vajra Blockade." Unlike the Lock series spells from the first to third turn, "Vajra Blockade" wasn't available to ordinary national Cultivators. Even within the Tactical Bureau system, it required a tremendous amount of Spirit Stones to obtain, and only those at least at the rank of Bureau vice-head were eligible to view it!

After all, no matter how difficult "Vajra Blockade" was to use or learn, it remained a terrifying spell capable of instantly controlling a Fourth-Stage Cultivator. Unlike Low-Turn Cultivators, Fourth-Stage Cultivators were professionally talented personnel highly valued by the nation. Naturally, the nation wouldn't casually distribute such a powerful weapon designed to be used against them.

Qiao Muyi quickly figured it out. Dong Chengling must have made significant contributions to the spatial research at the Sky Capital Research Institute; her Spell Network permissions were no lower than her own.

The next second, Qiao Muyi found herself teleported back onto the bed, still held in Dong Chengling's embrace.

Dong Chengling released her but still held one of her hands, maintaining the Vajra Blockade. Dong Chengling resumed her upward-facing sleeping posture, closed her eyes, and calmly said, "Let's sleep."

"If you want to sleep, then sleep. Why do you have to stop me?"

Qiao Muyi flipped over and pressed herself against Dong Chengling. As her strength was continuously fading, she supported herself on Dong Chengling and said discontentedly, "Let me go, I'm rushing to the toilet. How can I go if you keep holding onto me like this?"

Dong Chengling said, "There's a bathroom in the room. Why did you run out?"

"None of your business. Can't I dislike having the sound of me peeing overheard?" Qiao Muyi suddenly narrowed her eyes, her voice cold. "I'll say it again, Cheng Ling, let go of me."

The anger and killing intent in Qiao Muyi's tone were unmistakable. Even though her Qi Cyclone was imprisoned, her speech was still tremendously oppressive, and the temperature in the space seemed to drop several degrees instantaneously.

The title "Female Demon of the Tactical Bureau" was no empty boast.

"No."

Dong Chengling spoke calmly, "You have to stay by my side all night."

Whether it was trust that Qiao Muyi wouldn't harm her or belief that Qiao Muyi couldn't harm her, Dong Chengling kept her eyes closed, her body relaxed as if she were merely being pressed down by over a hundred pounds of cotton candy.

Qiao Muyi exhaled heavily, leaned close to Dong Chengling, opened her mouth, revealing her pale, neat teeth—and gave Dong Chengling a playful, smacking nip.

Dong Chengling was startled. She quickly sat up to push Qiao Muyi away, snapping in embarrassed anger, "What are you doing?"

Qiao Muyi shrugged, giggling. "If you won't let me leave you, then I won't leave you. I didn't expect you to say such bold and captivating sweet nothings, Cheng Ling. So, does this mean you want to take the lead?"

"I was only joking this morning. Did you seriously consider me a romantic prospect? I've only slept with you a few nights, Cheng Ling. You're so casual."

Dong Chengling gritted her teeth in frustration. "I just don't want you to disturb Suo's rest. And my romantic partner has always been, and will always be, only one person."

"Oh la la, so I'm Suo's substitute then?"

Qiao Muyi leaned closer to Dong Chengling, any trace of anger gone from her eyes, which were now full of allure. "If it's you, Cheng Ling, I don't mind even if I'm just considered a substitute."

Dong Chengling was momentarily lost for words, her chest heaving, eyes wide as she stared at Qiao Muyi.

"Haha." Qiao Muyi smiled. "Are you moved, Cheng Ling? Well, I'm very pleased with my performance just now. The emotional intensity was just right—deep enough yet not annoying. It's sure to be irresistible to anyone, man or woman."

Watching the smug Qiao Muyi, Dong Chengling truly couldn't hold back anymore and started kicking her. Her small feet aimed straight for Qiao Muyi's thighs.

Qiao Muyi was kicked around, but her hand was still held by Dong Chengling, making dodging utterly pointless. After suffering a few kicks, she immediately surrendered. "Cheng Ling, I was wrong, I was wrong! Considering our deep bond from all those nights I've kept you company... Okay, okay, I won't say it! Good Cheng Ling, sweet Cheng Ling, please stop kicking me, alright?"

Dong Chengling straightened her pajamas and lay down again to continue sleeping.

"We let Xiao Suo sleep in the living room precisely so we could sneak out to find him at night, right? How could you spoil our plan?" Qiao Muyi said, her mischievous intent undeterred.

Dong Chengling said, "That was your plan. I had no such intention."

Qiao Muyi said discontentedly, "But I did have that intention! If you don't want to go, why won't you let me go? Who does that—not going to the bathroom yourself and not letting others go either?"

Dong Chengling couldn't help but open her eyes to look at Qiao Muyi. "You talk about him like that?"

"So what if I scold him? My whole life belongs to him, so I can't scold him a bit?" Qiao Muyi said, as if it were perfectly natural, then added, "But you better not tell him."

"What if I do tell him?" Dong Chengling asked curiously.

Qiao Muyi lay on her side next to Dong Chengling and said casually, "Then I'd have to kill you."

Her tone was light and natural, even carrying a hint of a smile, making it sound like Qiao Muyi had just made a joke.

However, Dong Chengling shivered slightly, goosebumps rising all over her body.

Compared to her previous feigned cold warning, Qiao Muyi's careless joke... made Dong Chengling even more terrified.

She was serious.

Dong Chengling couldn't help but sigh. "For Suo to have met you... I don't know if it's your collective fortune or misfortune."

Qiao Muyi's feelings were too intense, like a moth already consumed by fierce flames.

Her lover would either burn with her in the darkness, becoming an eternal torch radiating warmth and light—an enviably perfect couple—or they would both burn out completely, turning into ashes scattered by the wind.

But Qiao Muyi herself was an extremely proud and clever girl with deep insight into human nature, always maintaining numerous defenses against others. Coupled with her exceptional talents and the advent of the Spiritual Energy revival era, had she not met Ren Suo, she likely wouldn't have found any man who met her standards. Her romantic feelings would never have ignited; instead, she would have focused solely on chasing her own desires.

Long ago, Dong Chengling had formed an assessment of her friend's future: selfish, powerful, a manipulator of emotions, destined for a high position, deeply cunning, yet at her core, incapable of loving anyone—a thorny rose, a true product of her era!

But just as venomous snakes often have their Detoxifying Herb growing nearby, or how an invasive crayfish meets its match when it encounters the people of the Mysterious Country, Qiao Muyi, against all odds, met Ren Suo.

Dong Chengling didn't know how Ren Suo had won Qiao Muyi's heart—Qiao Muyi never revealed it—but she imagined it must have been a past powerful enough to burn away all of Qiao Muyi's defenses and indifference.

And from what Dong Chengling understood, the fuel that had melted the iceberg in Qiao Muyi's heart was most likely Ren Suo himself...

"Of course, it's his luck. I'm such a good girlfriend, and he got me so easily," Qiao Muyi said confidently.

Then, the next second, Qiao Muyi couldn't help but laugh. "And I got such a wonderful boyfriend like him so easily."

Dong Chengling smiled faintly, offering no comment on this display of affection.

"Hey, hey, Cheng Ling, you used to discuss Suo with me often. Why don't we talk about him anymore?" Qiao Muyi asked. "Have you stopped considering me your best friend? Just because I became your rival in love? Are you that petty?" 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Although Dong Chengling had long known Qiao Muyi was shameless, she felt her understanding of her friend reached new lows—or perhaps highs—of shamelessness every day.

She shook her head. "No, it has nothing to do with whether you're my rival in love or not."

"Then why did you talk to me about him before, but not now?" Qiao Muyi pressed.

"Hmm..." Dong Chengling pondered for a moment and said, "Now that you mention it, I realize my own change."

"When my affection for him was about a five out of ten, I'd mention him constantly. That's why Yue Yan became hostile towards him. When it grew to a seven out of ten, I could only share my feelings with you, my dearest friend."

"Now that it's a full ten out of ten, I can't bear to speak of it to anyone. I just hoard that little bit of happiness for myself each day, like a squirrel with its cheeks full of nuts."

Qiao Muyi listened quietly, silent for a good while before saying, "Cheng Ling, we really are very different, aren't we?"

Dong Chengling replied, "But we fell for the same person."

"That's not something to be happy about," Qiao Muyi laughed.

"Is that so?" Dong Chengling countered.

Qiao Muyi was taken aback.

After a long moment, Qiao Muyi suddenly said, "Cheng Ling, I'm really glad to have met you. Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

Three seconds later, Qiao Muyi yelled out in frustrated anger, "Why haven't you let go of my hand yet!"

"I told you, you're staying by my side tonight. I won't let you go find Suo."

"But even if I don't go, the others will!"

"They'll at least let Suo get a few hours of sleep. You, on the other hand, would tease him so much he wouldn't sleep all night."

"So you mean it's my fault I'm too charming?"

"No, your fault is that you're too shameless."