Reincarnated as the Death Spider Queen, sacrificing Bibi Dong at the start

"Since communication is ineffective, I will not seek understanding; I will only demand obedience!"

"I don't need them to understand me, I just need them to follow the path I've drawn!"

"As long as my will is strong enough, and my methods are ruthless enough, I can define what is right and what is wrong!"

In the sea of ​​spirit, Bibi Dong remained silent for a long time.

Looking at the man lying on the bed, seemingly indifferent, her complex emotions intensified. She admitted that while Nan Feng's theory of "might makes right" was extreme, it was indeed frighteningly effective in practice today.

but……

"Since you only care about interests and control."

Bibi Dong's voice rang out again, filled with deep doubt:

"Then why did you use Qian Xunji's matter to pressure Qian Daoliu at the end?"

“At that time, Golden Crocodile had already been punished, and the power of the Elders’ Hall had been completely handed over to me. Your strategic objectives had been fully achieved.”

"Under those circumstances, they still went too far, forcing Qian Daoliu to remove his own son from the family register and even trying to strip him of his title..."

Bibi Dong paused, her tone becoming serious:

"Aren't you afraid that Qian Daoliu will really lose his temper and fight you to the death?"

"The risks of this matter far outweigh the benefits."

"Tsk."

Nan Feng turned over, lying on his side on the soft couch. He gently twirled a strand of purple hair that had fallen onto the pillow with his fingers and said casually:

"Isn't this just to give you some satisfaction?"

Bibi Dong was taken aback: "Give me...a chance to vent my anger?"

Nan Feng sighed, "You don't actually think I can't tell, do you?"

"Although you killed Qian Xunji with your own hands and devoured his soul."

"However, the resentment in your heart has not disappeared."

"On the contrary, that hatred is growing stronger every day, growing wildly in your heart like poisonous weeds, corroding your soul."

"Because although Qian Xunji is dead, in the eyes of the world, he is still the high and mighty Pope, the hero who died to protect the Spirit Hall. In fact, in order to maintain your image as a saintess and to smoothly take over, you have to pretend to be heartbroken in front of others, and you have to hold your nose and respect that guy who makes you want to vomit."

"You've been suppressing it."

"Qian Xunji's death did not bring you relief; on the contrary, this torment of inconsistency has plunged you into deeper darkness."

"If this continues, you'll go crazy."

Nan Feng shrugged. "Since that's the case, I'll go all the way and be a good Samaritan."

"Since killing him isn't enough, I'll help you completely crush him into the mud! I'll drag him down from his pedestal!"

"I want him to be cursed by thousands even after he dies. I want to strip him of all his glory and tear apart all his dignity!"

"I'll make him a complete joke, a disgrace to the Angel family!"

"Only in this way, when you hear the name Qian Xunji again in the future, you will no longer have to pretend to respect him. You can join the rest of the world in openly spitting on his tombstone."

At this point, Nan Feng smiled and resumed his languid demeanor:

"As for the risks?"

"If this revenge can make you feel better, can reduce your nightmares at night, can make you feel relieved when you see that damned person's name..."

"That's worth it."

"Even if Qian Daoliu really goes crazy, I can just run away with you."

Within the sea of ​​spirits, Bibi Dong listened intently.

"you……"

"Alright, stop being so emotional."

Nan Feng waved his hand, interrupting her emotional buildup, "To be frank, I also have my own selfish motives."

"I just don't want you to be thinking about that dead person all the time."

"Whether it's hate or love, it's an extremely strong emotional investment."

"Aren't you tired of spending so much time every day hating a dead person and figuring out how to curse him?"

Nan Feng pointed to his head and said with a serious expression:

"I don't like it when other men are on your mind, not even the dead ones you killed."

"Get that trash out."

"Make room for me, think more about how to cooperate with me, how to survive, or..."

"Wouldn't it be better to think more about how brilliant and powerful I looked on stage just now?"

"Oh."

In the sea of ​​consciousness, Bibi Dong looked at that arrogant fellow and said with a cold, mocking expression:

"Brilliant and mighty?"

"You're wearing my face and using my body, what can I see? Can I see myself?"

“Uh…” Nan Feng was speechless, and helplessly spread his hands, “Then there’s nothing I can do.”

"As you know, I sacrificed myself directly to you without going through the transformation period. So my current soul form is still that blurry little light person, and my appearance hasn't been completely determined yet."

"However, if you really want to see me as a man, that's not impossible."

"You can make one for me yourself."

"Make one?" Bibi Dong was taken aback.

"Yes, it's right here in this sea of ​​spirit."

Nan Feng pointed to his own blurry, luminous body:

"You can reshape my appearance according to your aesthetics and preferences. If I am satisfied and my soul resonates with it, maybe when I have the opportunity to reshape my physical body or solidify into a physical form in the future, I will really become like that."

"However, you must be careful about this matter. There is only one chance to transform, which is the chance to be fixed. Once it is determined, it cannot be changed."

"So I never dared to change it randomly, and I have always maintained the vague image of this little light person."

"If you're interested, this glorious and arduous task is yours."

Nan Feng leaned close to Bibi Dong and warned her meaningfully:

"But! I warned you beforehand!"

"Also, when you're customizing a character's face, be careful not to add any weird personal touches."

"If you dare to do anything reckless, I'll lose my temper!"

Bibi Dong rolled her eyes at him, annoyed: "Go to sleep."

Chapter 96 Qian Renxue, are you a picky eater?

……

in reality.

Bibi Dong felt a slight weight lift off her body as she regained control.

She looked at her still stunningly beautiful face in the mirror, yet with a hint of weariness, and slowly raised her hand, her fingertips gently touching the cold mirror surface.

The person in the mirror is her, yet it seems like she isn't.

The Bibi Dong who was always full of resentment, despair, and madness seems to be fading away little by little.

"Shaping a character's face..."

Bibi Dong murmured something under her breath, her feelings complex and difficult to describe.

She turned around, blew out the extra candles in the palace, leaving only a dim light, and prepared to take off her heavy papal robes to rest.

however.

Just as she loosened her collar, a familiar and faint divine aura quietly slipped into the guarded area of ​​the Pope's bedroom.

The aura was cautious and hesitant, lingering at the doorway.

Qian Renxue is here again.

No need to guess, it must be because of what happened during the day.

Although the child received Qian Daoliu's "acknowledgment" in the Hall of Worship, it was clear that the despairing truths had not made her give up. Or rather, she needed a more concrete explanation, a more "human" comfort.

This kind of comfort is something that Qian Daoliu cannot provide now, and Bibi Dong... cannot provide either.

Bibi Dong's fingers curled slightly.

She stood there, hesitating for a long time, a hint of struggle flashing in her eyes.

In the past, she would have not hesitated to have Qian Renxue driven away, or simply avoided her altogether.

But today...

"Nanfeng".

Bibi Dong called out softly in her heart.

"What?" Nan Feng's lazy voice echoed from within the sea of ​​consciousness. "Didn't you tell me to sleep?"

Bibi Dong bit her lip, her voice somewhat stiff:

"She's here."

"Could you... go out and try to comfort her?"

"what?"

Nan Feng's voice instantly rose eight octaves, sounding somewhat unbelievable:

"You want me to coax her?"

"Big sister, are you running a fever? Who was it that threw a tantrum a few days ago because she called me 'teacher,' refusing to let me onto the bed and almost turning against me?"