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

"grandfather?"

Nan Feng's murderous aura paused slightly, and the eight spider spears on his back stopped swinging. He tilted his head, looked Qian Daoliu up and down, and then revealed a look of sudden realization and extremely irritating smugness:

"Oh, you're Xue'er's deadbeat father's biological father?"

"Tsk, the son is no good. Looks like the father didn't raise him well either. No wonder he looks like he deserves a beating. This is what they call 'like father, like son,' right?"

"..."

The entire venue fell silent once again.

Golden Crocodile Douluo's mouth twitched violently, and Light Feather Douluo almost choked on his own saliva.

Dead old man?

What kind of talk is that?!

Qian Daoliu's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

Although Qian Xunji is indeed dead, the words "dead old man" coming from Bibi Dong's mouth sounded awkward no matter how you looked at it!

Is this really Bibi Dong?

Bibi Dong, who was once noble and aloof and maintained the demeanor of a saint even in her most destitute moments, shouldn't have become like this, even if she lost her memory and developed a split personality.

"enough."

Qian Daoliu took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the urge to slap the woman in front of him to death.

He glanced at Bibi Dong on the bed, who had an indifferent expression and seemed unconcerned, and his belief in her "split personality" deepened.

The original body is as cold as ice, while the clone is as crude as fire.

This is clearly a sign of extreme instability in the soul.

"Golden Crocodile, take her to the side hall." Qian Daoliu pointed to Nan Feng, who had a fierce look on his face. "And Xue'er, take her there too."

"yes, Sir."

Golden Crocodile Douluo steeled himself and stepped forward.

"I'm not leaving!!"

Nan Feng, like a cat with its fur standing on end, pulled Qian Renxue into his arms, his eight spider spears gleaming coldly. "Trying to take Xue'er away from me? No way!"

"Mom...it's okay."

Qian Renxue quickly reassured him, "Grandpa Jin'e isn't a bad person. We're just going to the next room, not anywhere else."

After being persuaded by Qian Renxue, Nan Feng reluctantly put away the spider spear, but still glared fiercely at Qian Daoliu before taking Qian Renxue's hand and swaggering out with the golden crocodile.

After the others left, Qian Daoliu took a deep look at Bibi Dong on the bed.

"You'd better watch yourself."

Leaving behind these profound words, Qian Daoliu vanished from the palace in a flash.

……

The Papal Palace, a side hall.

Nan Feng sat in the main seat with Qian Renxue in his arms, the eight spider spears behind him still not retracted, like a hedgehog with its fur standing on end.

He stared intently at Golden Crocodile Douluo and Light Feather Douluo standing at the door, his gaze as if he were guarding against thieves.

"What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen a beautiful woman before?" Nan Feng cursed viciously.

Golden Crocodile Douluo's face darkened, so he simply closed his eyes and turned away, out of sight, out of mind.

Guangling, on the other hand, was observing this "special" Bibi Dong with great interest. Although this personality wasn't very bright, it was at least more pleasing to the eye than the cold and aloof one.

"Xue'er, these two old men don't look like good people."

Nan Feng leaned close to Qian Renxue's ear and whispered a secret plot, "Especially that one in the golden armor, with a face full of fat, he must be a butcher."

Qian Renxue: "..."

Just then, a golden light flashed, and Qian Daoliu's figure appeared out of thin air inside the hall.

He glanced around and said calmly, "Golden Crocodile, Light Feather, you two go out first."

"Xue'er, you go out too."

"I do not!"

Before Qian Renxue could speak, Nan Feng exploded, tightening his arms around the little girl in his arms. "Trying to get Xue'er away so you can bully a weak woman like me? You old fool, I could hear your scheme from three miles away!"

"..." The veins on Qian Daoliu's forehead throbbed.

Weak woman?

The way you were trying to rip the roof off just now, you didn't look like a weak woman at all!

"Mother……"

Qian Renxue looked at Qian Daoliu with some difficulty, and then at Nan Feng.

"Xue'er, Grandpa has some questions about your mother's condition that I'd like to confirm with her privately."

Qian Daoliu tried to make his tone sound gentle, "Grandpa assures you, he will absolutely not hurt her."

Upon hearing this, Qian Renxue turned her head, took Nan Feng's hand, and whispered:

"Mom, Grandpa is very powerful, but he keeps his word. Could you please let Xue'er go out for a while?"

"Xue'er is right at the door. If Mom calls me, I'll rush in right away!"

Seeing Qian Renxue's pleading eyes, the fierce light in Nan Feng's eyes gradually faded, replaced by an expression of reluctance and grievance.

"Then... that's fine."

Nan Feng released his grip, but didn't forget to wave his fist threateningly, "Xue'er, you're right at the door. If this old bastard... if this old man dares to lay a finger on me, I'll yell!"

Qian Renxue walked out, turning back every few steps.

Golden Crocodile and Light Feather also closed the gate.

Only Qian Daoliu and Nan Feng remained in the large side hall.

The atmosphere changed completely in that instant.

Qian Daoliu's originally calm gaze instantly turned sharp as a knife, and a sacred and vast aura slowly rose from his body.

What exactly are you?

Qian Daoliu stared at Nan Feng, his voice icy, "Is it Bibi Dong's kindness? Or... the evil god's scheme?"

"I'm your mother!" Nan Feng cursed as soon as he opened his mouth.

"You old bastard, stop playing tricks on me!"

Qian Daoliu frowned. He had no patience to waste words with this crazy personality. He had to figure out the true nature of this clone and whether there was any evil power hidden within her that could threaten Xue'er.

boom--!!!

Qian Daoliu suddenly took a step forward.

In an instant, the entire side hall was engulfed by dazzling golden light!

This is no longer a simple pressure of soul power, but a higher level of power that makes one's soul tremble!

Angelic power!

As a demigod who had completed the eight trials of the angels and was worshipped by the Angel God, Qian Daoliu could borrow true divine power in Wuhun City and within the sphere of influence of the Angel Temple, just like Poseidon, who was on Seagod Island.

In this state, he is not much different from a true god.

Om-!

A colossal six-winged angel phantom appeared behind Qian Daoliu, its holy radiance instantly enveloping Nan Feng.

The Angelic Realm is now fully open!

"What...what the hell is this?"

Nan Feng's expression changed drastically. He was horrified to discover that his level 97 power was rapidly dissipating in the golden light, like ice and snow melting away!

The surrounding space seemed to have turned into indestructible amber, imprisoning him firmly in place, unable to move even a finger!

"This...this is..."

Nan Feng's eyes revealed genuine horror. "Let me go!! You old bastard! What do you want to do?!"

"Quiet down."

A thousand streams floated in mid-air, like gods judging the world.

He extended a finger and pointed it at Nan Feng's brow from a distance.

"Let me see... what's hidden deep within your soul."

Chapter 21 Nan Feng: I'm not clean anymore!

……

Inside the side hall, golden light shone brightly.

However, to Qian Daoliu's shock, as the angelic power penetrated deeper, the soul of this clone did not contain the evil god aura he had imagined, nor any trace of external possession.

The soul's essence and Bibi Dong's fluctuations were perfectly aligned, like two branches growing from the same tree, sharing the same origin and inseparable.

"Is it really... just a split personality?"

Qian Daoliu frowned, his doubts not only not dispelled, but intensified.

If it's a split personality, why does it have such a complete consciousness? Why does it have such an independent personality?

In fact, deep within the soul of this clone, he sensed a purer, more... ancient life force.

"What is this...?"

Just as Qian Daoliu was about to investigate further.

Nan Feng was completely enraged.

"You old bastard! Have you seen enough?!"