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

She was stunned.

There were no signs of a battle in the hall, only two figures, one large and one small.

The smaller one is the six-year-old little girl, "Boss," who only reaches her thighs and wears a black trench coat.

And the bigger one...

Purple Pearl stared blankly at the tall, stunningly beautiful, and aloof adult woman standing next to the little girl.

That stunningly beautiful face, that deadly fragrance—isn't this the very "adult form" that little tyrant displayed before her, the one that had captivated her?!

Purple Pearl's mind went completely blank for a moment.

Two bosses?! One is shrunken, and the other is the adult one? Which one is the real one?!

Seeing the purple-haired girl who barged in like a fool and stared intently at her, Bibi Dong's beautiful face instantly turned frosty, her brows furrowed tightly, and a terrifying aura belonging to the Pope emanated from her.

"And who is this guy?" Bibi Dong glanced coldly at Nan Feng.

Nan Feng sighed and rubbed his forehead. This silly girl, she really came at the worst possible time.

"Shh-"

Nan Feng didn't even bother to speak, and casually waved her small hand in mid-air.

A barely perceptible purplish-black mental fluctuation instantly entered Purple Pearl's brow.

Purple Pearl, who was in a daze just a second ago, didn't even have time to utter a sound before her eyes rolled back and she fainted on the floor of the hall with a "thud".

"Purple Pearl, a little pirate."

Nan Feng clapped his hands and turned to explain to Bibi Dong, who looked on with suspicion:

"Don't you know who I am and what kind of person I am? I only have a three-minute attention span. Do you expect me to sit on this godforsaken island every day, personally overseeing these illiterate pirates to slowly build infrastructure and revise military regulations? You might as well kill me."

Nan Feng pointed to the unconscious Purple Pearl on the ground: "I definitely need to find some subordinates to do the work. Although this girl is a bit crude in her actions, her talent is quite good among sea soul masters, and she is also quite smart. She can be trained to a certain extent. I plan to train her to be the nominal manager of this Purple Pearl Island and do the dirty and tiring work for me."

Hearing this reasonable explanation, the coldness in Bibi Dong's eyes did not completely dissipate.

A woman's intuition, especially when it comes to things that belong to her, is always frighteningly sharp.

She recalled the look in the purple-haired girl's eyes when she rushed in... a look of amazement and fervent admiration that filled her with a sudden, inexplicable sense of irritation.

"Is that really the only reason?"

Bibi Dong narrowed her eyes slightly, her tone carrying a hint of dangerous probing: "You wouldn't happen to... have taken a liking to this little girl, would you?"

Upon hearing this, the air in the hall seemed to freeze instantly.

The helplessness and ease on Nan Feng's face vanished instantly, replaced by a deep sense of irritability and an undisguised hostility.

"Your Holiness, could you please stop trying to disgust me with this kind of thing?"

Nan Feng suddenly stood up from his chair.

"Look carefully, what exactly am I? I am a living dead! I am merely a clone parasitizing your soul! A bundle of obsession stuffed into an energy shell!"

"Even if I fall for someone, so what?! What can this body of mine do?!"

Nan Feng grabbed his hair in frustration. "Do you expect me to turn back into that so-called adult male body that you painstakingly created for me so I can have a romantic relationship with her?!"

Upon hearing the words "the body of an adult man," Bibi Dong's heart clenched painfully, and a hint of regret and guilt flashed in her eyes.

She knew she had said the wrong thing, and that she had precisely touched upon the deepest, most painful, and most bleeding wound in Nan Feng's heart.

She knew better than anyone just how much Nan Feng cared and was angry about her being a "living dead."

Over the years, she has painstakingly created a perfect, handsome adult male body for him.

Her initial intention was simple: she hoped that Nan Feng could have his own identity and live like a real man, instead of forever being a shadow wearing her "Bibi Dong" face and being an imposter.

However, when the male body actually stood in front of Nan Feng, he showed extreme resistance and disgust.

Because when he uses her image, he can still deceive himself by telling himself that he is merely her martial spirit, her shadow, an extension of her power. This makes him feel at ease.

However, once he put into that male body that belonged exclusively to "Nan Feng", it was as if someone was ruthlessly stabbing his heart with a knife, constantly reminding him of a cold reality - he was already dead!

That man was nothing but a false illusion, a mere shell of energy! It was like rubbing salt into his wounds, reminding him that everything he possessed was fake!

Therefore, Nan Feng would rather run around with her face every day than go back to his real self.

"Sorry……"

Seeing Nan Feng panting restlessly like a wounded wild beast, Bibi Dong's eyes welled up with tears.

She shed all the coldness and majesty that belonged to the Pope, strode forward, and, to Nan Feng's astonishment, pulled the tiny figure tightly into her arms.

Her chin rested gently on Nan Feng's soft hair, her arms tightening around him as if she wanted to meld him back into her soul, her voice soft:

"It was my fault, I said the wrong thing. Please don't be angry anymore, okay?"

Holding Nan Feng tightly in Bibi Dong's sudden tenderness, Nan Feng, who had been like a prickly hedgehog, instantly stiffened.

If he was just pretending to seek sympathy and comfort in order to gain some benefit, he will definitely take advantage of the situation now and make all sorts of unreasonable demands.

The problem is, for a moment just now, he really broke down and experienced extreme resistance and irritability.

In this vulnerable moment when he was truly at his lowest point emotionally, Bibi Dong's gentleness, which revealed all her defenses and arrogance, left Nan Feng completely at a loss.

A rare hint of panic flashed in his heterochromatic eyes, and his two small hands hung limply in mid-air, neither pushing her away nor hugging her.

The only remaining scent in the air was the faint, comforting fragrance emanating from Bibi Dong.

Chapter 148 A kid may be a kid, but a bastard is a real bastard.

……

"Alright..."

After a long while, Nan Feng shifted his small body somewhat awkwardly, and a muffled voice came from Bibi Dong's arms:

"I've said everything I needed to say, and your plan to use someone else to do your dirty work is finalized. You... you can go back to Wuhun City now."

Bibi Dong remained silent.

Instead of letting go, she tightened her arms around him, her chin still resting gently on the top of his soft hair, simply holding him quietly.

As the only person in the world whose soul is completely bound to him, Bibi Dong has long since figured out Nan Feng's temperament over the past few years.

This guy, to put it nicely, is extremely shrewd and cunning; to put it bluntly, he's a stubborn mule who explodes at the slightest provocation but is easily appeased.

He did indeed possess terrifying cunning and vicious schemes far beyond that of ordinary people, but Bibi Dong knew that deep down he rarely harbored the kind of evil intentions that were purely for the sake of doing evil.

All his scheming and plotting stemmed from only two motives: either to protect himself in this cruel world, or because she needed him.

The unbridled arrogance and cold-blooded indifference he displayed on the surface, which he viewed as ants, were ultimately nothing more than a thick layer of protective coloring to conceal the fear and unease in his heart as a "living dead."

It was precisely because she saw through this that Bibi Dong dared to truly let down her guard against him.

Nan Feng is actually just like those 100,000-year-old soul beasts that have just taken human form. Peel away that powerful and cunning shell, and he is essentially a child who has never experienced the baptism of normal human emotions and will never grow up.

Children are prone to tantrums, and when they get emotional, they can be completely unreasonable.

But ironically, Nan Feng is usually an extremely calm "logic monster".

When discussing serious matters and plans, as long as your logic is sound and reasonable enough, he can accept even the most outrageous plans without batting an eye.

Dealing with this contradictory being, who embodies both extreme rationality and extreme emotionality, a head-on confrontation will only backfire.

Therefore, Bibi Dong learned to use magic to defeat magic.

As long as she learns from Nan Feng's usual shameless and rogue-like manner, abandoning all identity and logic, she can just hold him unreasonably and comfort him in a soft and gentle voice.

Nan Feng would feel awkward all over, feeling that she was not playing by the rules.

However, in this unreasonable awkwardness, his nerves, which were so taut from excessive defensiveness that they were about to snap, would miraculously relax.

Ultimately, Nanfeng is a child whose heart is full of schemes and calculations, but who can drop all his scheming and defenses at any time as long as he feels genuine warmth. He is more sincere than anyone else in the world.

Of course, he's a kid, but he's also a real jerk!

Bibi Dong held Nan Feng in her arms, acting completely unreasonable, and spent the entire afternoon trying to coax him in the messy hall.

Only after confirming that the awkwardness and resentment in this guy's heart had completely dissipated, and that he had even taken the opportunity to take a comfortable nap in her arms, did Bibi Dong get up, straighten her robe, unfold her six-winged purple light wings, and fly back to Wuhun City at full speed to prepare for her "borrowing a knife to kill" drama.

As Bibi Dong's aura completely disappeared into the sky, Nan Feng stretched and stood up from the small stool.

He walked over to Purple Pearl, who was still lying sprawled on the floor, and kicked her shoulder.

"Wake up and get to work."

Purple Pearl gasped sharply, jolting awake from her unconsciousness.

She rubbed her still dizzy head and looked around blankly. When her gaze refocused on the six-year-old girl in front of her, her mind went blank again.

"Big... lord?"

Purple Pearl swallowed hard, stealing glances behind Nan Feng a few times, wondering if she was hallucinating because her brain had been squeezed out of the door: "Just now... wasn't there someone else here just now...?"

"What you see is my clone."

Nan Feng said calmly, "It's just a rather special soul skill, what's the big deal?"

"Duplicate...doppelganger?" Purple Pearl was taken aback.

However, she didn't have too many doubts.

After all, just a few days ago, she had personally witnessed how this little tyrant in front of her transformed from a six-year-old girl into a hot, stunningly beautiful adult woman in a flash of purple light, and then shrunk back into a child's appearance.

Compared to the kind of clone technique that can turn people into living beings, this bizarre ability to change one's appearance at will, and even arbitrarily alter one's bone age, is obviously much more incredible!

Purple Pearl felt she shouldn't be surprised if something outrageous happened to this monster.

She dusted herself off and got up, looked at Nan Feng, hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help asking, "Then... sir, how should I address you from now on? I can't keep calling you 'boss,' can I?"

Although Nan Feng had subdued the entire Purple Pearl Island with absolute force, and everyone was used to calling him "Master" or "Boss," these titles still sounded like bandits, which was quite incompatible with the lofty plan Nan Feng had previously described for establishing maritime order.

Nan Feng put his hands behind his back and said, "From now on, when people talk to me, call me Demon God Douluo."

"As for you... in private, just call me teacher."

"Huh?" Purple Pearl was completely stunned, pointing to her own nose with disbelief on her face: "T-Teacher?!"

"What? Did I wrong you?" Nan Feng raised an eyebrow.

"No, no, no! I'm not wronged! Absolutely not wronged!" Purple Pearl shook her head like a rattle drum, so excited that her tongue was almost tied in knots.