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

Nan Feng was startled by the sudden attack, and the book on his face slid off to the ground.

He stared blankly at Qian Renxue, who was buried in his arms, and froze completely.

"What the hell?!"

"I said I won't hug you! Can't you understand human language?"

"Let go! Let go right now!"

However, Qian Renxue not only didn't let go, but buried her face even deeper, greedily inhaling that familiar scent, her voice muffled as she spoke:

"If the teacher doesn't hug me, that's the teacher's problem, it has nothing to do with me."

"I wanted to hug him, so I did."

"what?!"

Nan Feng's eyes widened, and he laughed in exasperation at this illogical argument.

"What kind of twisted logic is this? Who taught you that?!"

"This is what the teacher taught us."

Qian Renxue raised her head, a cunning glint in her pale golden eyes:

"You said that you shouldn't always ask others if you can do something, because that makes you too passive."

"Do it first. If the other party doesn't resist after you do it, that means you agree; if the other party resists..."

Qian Renxue's lips curled into a mischievous smile:

"As long as you're not killed, you've made a profit."

"Anyway, it's a win-win situation since I got to hug him."

"..."

Nan Feng fell completely silent.

Looking at the little girl in front of him, who was putting his "rogue philosophy" to the extreme, he felt a sudden heart attack.

no……

This isn't right!

He said that to teach her to take the initiative in political struggles and to make her less rigid!

Who the hell gave you permission to use it for harassment?!

"A Thousand Blades of Snow".

Nan Feng took a deep breath, his tone becoming dangerous:

I'll count to three.

"one."

"two."

"three!"

Qian Renxue still clung tightly to his waist, like a koala. Not only did she not let go, but she hugged him even tighter and even rubbed against him.

She was certain that the teacher wouldn't really hit her.

After all, although the teacher had a sharp tongue, he never laid a hand on anyone.

however.

This time, she miscalculated.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound echoed through the garden.

Nan Feng raised his hand without hesitation and slapped Qian Renxue's butt.

"Let go!"

Qian Renxue's body stiffened abruptly, and she froze completely.

She looked up in disbelief at Nan Feng's fierce expression, seemingly not expecting him to actually make a move.

But after only a moment of surprise...

She didn't let go or cry; instead, she hugged him even tighter.

She even pressed her entire body against Nan Feng, clinging tightly to him, as if declaring her resolve in this shameless manner.

"Don't give it up!"

"I'd rather die than give it up!"

"Go ahead and kill me if you dare!"

Faced with Qian Renxue's shameless "dead pig doesn't fear boiling water" attitude, Nan Feng's lips twitched wildly. In the end, he could only roll his eyes helplessly and give up struggling completely.

"Young Miss, what is this all about?"

"If you want maternal love and comfort, go find your biological mother! Go find Bibi Dong!"

Why did you come looking for me?

"Just because I have a face that looks exactly like hers?"

"You know she won't give you a friendly look, you know she's an iceberg, so you settle for second best and come to me, this imposter, to act like a scoundrel?"

"You're using me as a substitute, aren't you? You're using me as that woman's meal replacement, aren't you?"

Faced with Nan Feng's merciless mockery and questioning, Qian Renxue neither refuted nor let go of his hand.

She simply buried her head even deeper, even nuzzling against Nan Feng's chest, her voice muffled, carrying a heartbreaking stubbornness:

"Whatever the teacher says."

"Whether it's a substitute or a meal replacement."

"Anyway... I just want to hug you."

"Teachers can hit or scold students whenever they want."

"If I don't hug you enough this time, who knows when I'll get another chance..."

Hearing these somewhat sorrowful words, Nan Feng's raised hand froze in mid-air, ultimately unable to fall.

"Tsk."

"Like mother, like daughter; they're all so difficult to deal with."

Nan Feng muttered a curse under his breath, then decided to ignore it, shoved the book over his face, and slumped back into the rocking chair.

"Hold me or not, it's up to you! You deserve to die of heat!"

"Don't disturb my sleep!"

After saying that, he really stopped moving, letting the little girl cling tightly to his waist, hanging on him like a pendant.

The sun was still warm, and a gentle breeze swept through the garden, causing the wisteria to sway softly.

For a moment, the scene appeared strangely harmonious.

……

however.

In the shadows on the other side of the garden, in a corner hidden by dense vegetation.

A tall, slender figure stood there quietly.

Bibi Dong was dressed in black casual clothes and did not wear the crown that symbolized power. She seemed to blend into the shadows around her.

Her deep phoenix eyes were fixed on the rocking chair not far away, through the dappled shadows of the trees.

Looking at Qian Renxue, who was curled up in a ball and clung tightly to Nan Feng, refusing to let go.

Looking at Nan Feng, who, despite grumbling and cursing, ultimately acquiesced to everything.

Bibi Dong's eyes were extremely complex.

There was anger, disdain, and a hint of barely perceptible bitterness, but more than anything else... there was deep-seated fear and suspicion.

She did not step forward, nor did she reveal any signs of life.

Nan Feng did not notice her.

This wasn't because Bibi Dong's stealth skills were particularly outstanding, but rather because of the soul blood pact that connected the two of them.

This is a secret that Bibi Dong only recently discovered by chance.

This contract, which deeply binds the souls and lives of the two, is not as simple as Nan Feng described.

She discovered that she could not only sense Nan Feng's soul fluctuations and emotional changes through this contract, but also his location.

Even more terrifying is that she can manipulate this sense to block Nan Feng's perception of her!

It was as if, within the soul connection between the two, she had quietly turned off her "signal transmitter" while keeping her "receiver" on.

This made her feel like she was invisible to Nan Feng.

Bibi Dong gently stroked the cold stone pillar with her fingers, her eyes filled with growing doubt.

This soul blood pact actually has this function?

Does Nan Feng really not know about this?

Or is this just another act by him?

Bibi Dong couldn't help but recall the past. To put her at ease and to prevent her from going down a dangerous path, that bastard had lied to her, saying that she could use the power of the Soul-Devouring Spider King to regain control of her body and suppress him at any time if she wanted to.

The results of it?

It's all a lie!

That was a complete lie, a delaying tactic to lower her guard and get her to cooperate!

If she hadn't actually gone ahead and tried to kill him, she probably would still be in the dark.

And now...