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

Looking at Hu Liena's red and swollen eyes, Nan Feng sighed inwardly.

In the end, he still headed towards the Papal Palace.

For no other reason than that, although he hoped Bibi Dong could break free from her inner constraints on her own, safety came first. If this woman really caused herself something bad, he would be the one in trouble.

Nan Feng silently passed through the heavy guards and arrived at the door of the secret chamber deep inside Bibi Dong's palace.

He knew that his disguise of concealing his presence was meaningless.

As long as he gets close, Bibi Dong will definitely be able to sense his presence thanks to the deep-rooted bond of their soul blood pact.

Standing outside the cold stone gate, Nan Feng tried to unleash his spiritual power to sense the activity inside.

As a result, there was only deathly silence. Nothing could be sensed.

"Could it be that we've entered the Rakshasa Secret Realm again?" Nan Feng frowned slightly.

Although the Vast Ocean Universe Cover trapped him inside this energy clone, it also precisely severed the Rakshasa's evil thoughts from eroding his soul.

Even though Bibi Dong was currently soaking in the pool of evil thoughts in the Rakshasa Secret Realm, he remained completely unmoved.

He truly had no idea how this woman had survived that year.

Just as Nan Feng was weighing whether or not to push the door open and go in to take a look, a cold wind, carrying a biting chill and deathly silence, blew in from behind him without warning.

"What are you here for?"

Cold, hoarse, exuding a deathly stillness that keeps people at arm's length.

Nan Feng turned around.

In the dimly lit corridor, Bibi Dong, dressed in a black robe, was enveloped in a nauseating purplish-black Rakshasa evil aura. Her once noble eyes were now bloodshot and lifeless.

"Are you giving up?" Nan Feng looked her up and down, his tone completely indifferent.

Bibi Dong's lips curled into a mocking sneer: "Otherwise what?"

"Anyway, I can't get over it, and you'll never believe me again. Even if I did get over it, so what? Go crazy, what good will it do?"

Nan Feng looked at her quietly, without saying a word.

Bibi Dong stared intently at him, and the two faced off in the dim light, the atmosphere extremely tense.

After a long silence, Nan Feng finally spoke slowly, "Your lying skills haven't improved at all."

Will Bibi Dong give up?

Absolutely not.

This woman is inherently obsessive and mad; she's the kind of person who would grit her teeth and climb back up even if she fell into the deepest abyss.

If she can't climb out, she'll definitely drag everyone watching on the cliff edge down with her.

Slack off? Not at all.

Her current mental state is indeed like a powder keg that could explode at any moment, but this is by no means a desperate act of giving up.

She's just angry.

I'm angry at his ruthlessness a year ago, and angry at his abrupt departure.

Hearing Nan Feng's merciless revelation, a crack finally appeared in the lifelessness in Bibi Dong's eyes, and complex emotions surged forth: "You clearly said that even if I really planned to rot in there, you would stay with me! Why did you have to leave?!"

“I did say that I could rot and decay with you,” Nan Feng said calmly. “But the premise is that it is your true choice, that you are willing and happy to rot, not like now, living a twisted life and torturing yourself madly.”

"I no longer have that morbid obsession with resurrection and becoming a god. I can accept my own death, but I cannot tolerate dying inexplicably."

Nan Feng looked directly into her eyes. "I left you hoping you could calm down and see yourself clearly. But now it seems you haven't calmed down at all."

"Calm down? How can you expect me to calm down?!"

Bibi Dong's breathing suddenly quickened, and a hysterical fire of jealousy erupted in her eyes. "Every day since you left, my mind is filled with images of you being intimate with other women! I can't calm down at all! You left me just to find other women! How can you expect me to stay calm?!"

Nan Feng was stunned.

Other women?

"Who? Tang Yuehua? Or Poseidon?"

Nan Feng looked at her with an expression as if she were an idiot, "For the past year, I've been developing the evil god's power within me. Where would I have found the time to flirt around?"

"Besides, did you get Rakshasa's foot bath water in your brain and forget again? To put it bluntly, the body I have now is just a clone condensed from a high concentration of energy, not a physical entity at all. Why would I be interested in that kind of soft, flirtatious stuff? I don't even have the physiological structure to be interested in it, I would only feel annoyed."

"Not interested?" Bibi Dong sneered, pressing closer. "Have you forgotten that through the soul blood pact, I can clearly sense your emotional fluctuations?! A year ago in the far north, how much lighthearted and joyful emotion flowed through the contract?! Have you forgotten?!"

Nan Feng was slightly taken aback before he remembered.

A year ago, on the far north ice plains, relying on the divine power of the Vast Ocean Universe Cover, he forcibly dragged the Snow Emperor into the Spiritual Time Chamber and imprisoned her for a whole year.

In that mental world where he was completely in control and free from external pressure, he truly experienced a rare period of relaxation and comfort.

"You went crazy because of that emotional turmoil?" Nan Feng was speechless.

"Isn't that enough?!"

Bibi Dong laughed in fury, her voice filled with a hint of gritted teeth and hatred. "Nana came back and told me that nothing happened between you two! She said you only met once, and you were even kicked out! Even she's lying to me! She's conspiring with you to lie to me!"

Looking at the pope in front of him who was making wild assumptions over the slightest emotional fluctuation, Nan Feng was completely exasperated.

He sighed and stepped forward.

Bibi Dong instinctively tried to back away, but Nan Feng grabbed her shoulder and pulled her sharply in front of him.

The next second, Nan Feng lowered his head slightly, his forehead directly touching Bibi Dong's cold, smooth forehead.

hum-

The azure light of the sea god suddenly shone brightly, and the soft yet domineering blue light instantly enveloped the entire corridor, driving back all the restless evil thoughts of the Rakshasa.

At the same time, Nan Feng unreservedly packed up his memories from the far north, in the Spirit Time Chamber, and stuffed them into Bibi Dong's mind.

In the scene, he did indeed imprison that aloof and proud Queen of the Far North for a whole year.

But there was absolutely no romance or poetry involved.

There was only one-sided mental bullying, like training a hawk, crushing Snow Empress's pride time and time again, tormenting her in every way possible, and grinding away the temper of a northern overlord.

There was no ambiguity whatsoever, only Xue Di's gnashing teeth, as if she wanted to devour him alive.

As soon as the mental blockade was lifted and he returned to reality, the Snow Empress, who was seething with anger, immediately turned on him and attacked him without any manners, eventually shooing him away from the far north like a fly.

After receiving this memory, Nan Feng opened his eyes, took a step back, and looked at Bibi Dong: "Did you see clearly?"

Bibi Dong's eyes were somewhat dazed, as if she had not yet recovered from the brutal memory of "taming the eagle".

But in just a moment, the dazed look in her eyes transformed again into a sharp interrogation:

"You really have no feelings for her?"

Nan Feng frowned slightly and asked matter-of-factly, "Of course I have feelings for her. If I didn't have feelings for her, why would I travel all the way to the far north to find her? Would I be so bored as to freeze in the cold?"

Bibi Dong's eyes instantly turned icy, and her killing intent surged: "You!"

"What do you mean, 'you'? Can't you let me finish what I'm saying?" Nan Feng interrupted her. "Don't you know what kind of person I am?"

Nan Feng looked directly into Bibi Dong's eyes. "To put it bluntly, I am a complete bastard who will stop at nothing to achieve my goals! The only reason I still retain that pitiful moral bottom line is because I don't want to do things that make me feel disgusted and demeaned."

"But aside from those so-called bottom lines, how many people have died at my hands or been used as expendable resources by me, through my scheming and exploitation of others?"

Nan Feng looked at Bibi Dong, his eyes filled not with anger, but with a weary and mocking gaze that seemed to have seen through everything.

"I really want to know, when exactly did you start having those unrealistic fantasies about me?"

"Or are you saying that you forcibly peeled off that perfect, affectionate filter you once had for Yu Xiaogang and put it on me?"

Chapter 322 Destroy this hopeless world!

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"Don't you know very well what kind of bastard I am?"

Nan Feng scoffed, "Whether it's my conduct or matters between men and women, I've never pretended to be a gentleman. From the very beginning, I was able to manipulate your body to seduce Tang Yuehua without any psychological burden. Did I ever try to hide anything?"

"I'm such a bastard, I'm not some innocent, good man."

“Of course, you may never have considered me a human being.” Nan Feng looked at her with a sarcastic gaze. “In your eyes, I have always been just that giant spider parasitizing your body, a 100,000-year-old soul beast.”

"If that's the case, shouldn't you be even more aware that I'm a beast at heart?"

Bibi Dong's pupils contracted slightly, her lips trembled violently, and she wanted to refute, but no sound came out of her throat.

"Without expectations, there will be no disappointment."

Nan Feng pressed on relentlessly, his voice growing colder and sharper, "You're angry with me now, going crazy and jealous over who I'm with outside, which proves that you've had those completely unrealistic fantasies about me."

"But the problem is, I have no idea when we had that kind of physical relationship?"

Nan Feng spread his hands, his eyes filled with absurdity. "In my memory, we've always been wary of each other and just putting on an act. Through the soul blood pact, you can sense my emotional fluctuations, perceive my fear of the unknown, and you can even tell whether I'm telling the truth or not!"

"I'm completely transparent to you, I'm not even wearing underwear!"

"But what about you?"

Nan Feng looked directly into Bibi Dong's bloodshot eyes, "What are you to me?"

"I don't know what you're thinking, and I don't know if what you say is lying to me or using me! I've always had a deep-seated fear of you!"

"I'm afraid of you! My life is in your hands, so why should I trust you?!"

Bibi Dong's lips moved as if she wanted to retort, but she found that her throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton, and she couldn't make a sound.

"Every time you're in a bad mood, I have to humble myself and beg you, and go along with you. But what about when I'm in a bad mood?"

Nan Feng shook his head self-deprecatingly, "You do know how to coax me with a few words, just like going through the motions. But if my temper lasts even a little bit longer, you get angry again."

"To put it bluntly, even if I get angry, I have to watch your expression and appease you first!"

Do you know how stifled I felt when you were the one dominating me?!

In the entire dark, secret corridor, only Nan Feng's suppressed and angry roar echoed.

Bibi Dong's face turned deathly pale. She subconsciously took half a step back, her back slamming heavily against the cold stone wall.

Do you know why I like going to see Tang Yuehua so much?

"Do you know why, once I was able to break free from your restrictions and create a clone, I turned around and ran away, never wanting to return to Wuhun City?"