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

Inside the private room, the air seemed to freeze.

Tang Yuehua stared intently at "Bibi Dong," who was strolling around the room as if she were visiting her own backyard.

She forced herself to calm down, digging her nails deep into her palms, using the pain to stay awake.

"She's bluffing me! She absolutely doesn't know the location of the backup clan territory! That's the sect's top secret for hundreds of years, there's no way this woman could know!"

"As long as I don't cause trouble, she won't get anything!"

Tang Yuehua picked up her teacup, using the act of drinking tea to conceal the turmoil in her heart, but her eyes followed Bibi Dong's figure.

However, Nan Feng's reaction was completely unexpected.

He didn't press or pressure him further. Instead, he walked to a pot of orchids, gently fiddling with the leaves, his face full of admiration.

"These orchids are well-cultivated; it seems Lady Yue is a person who cherishes flowers."

Nan Feng turned around, casually picked up a painting or calligraphy on the wall, examined it for a moment, and suddenly blurted out:

"How about we move Yuexuan to Wuhun City?"

"puff--"

Tang Yuehua nearly spat out the mouthful of tea she had just taken a sip of. She stared at Nan Feng in disbelief, completely unable to follow this woman's train of thought.

"Your Majesty... what did you say?"

"I'm serious."

Nan Feng put down the calligraphy and painting, turned to look at Tang Yuehua, and his gaze was so sincere it was unsettling:

"Look, this Moon Pavilion is decorated so elegantly, and you, Madam Moon, are so beautiful and charming. It would be such a pity if you were to pass away like this."

"I cherish talent the most, and I also cherish women the most."

Nan Feng walked step by step to Tang Yuehua, bent down, put his hands on the armrests of the chair, and encircled Tang Yuehua in the chair, so close that they could even feel each other's breath.

"You used to have the Haotian Sect as your backer, so you could wield great power in Tiandou City."

“In the future, when the Haotian Sect is gone, you can find a stronger backer.”

"For example...this very person?"

Nan Feng's lips curled up slightly, his eyes ambiguously saying, "With me, the Pope, backing you up, you can still be the high and mighty Master Yuexuan in Wuhun City, and you can still do what you like, such as teaching etiquette, playing the zither, and arranging flowers."

"All I need is... to play the piano for me occasionally, have tea with me, and chat."

"how?"

Tang Yuehua felt her face burning, both from the almost teasing gesture and from the humiliation of being treated like a plaything.

"Thank you for your kind consideration, Your Majesty."

Tang Yuehua turned her head away, avoiding those purple eyes that seemed to see through people's hearts, and said in a cold voice, "Yuehua is used to the environment of Tiandou City. Although Wuhun City is good, it may not be suitable for me. So Your Majesty need not trouble yourself."

"Tsk, such a clean rejection?"

Nan Feng wasn't angry. He straightened up, sat back down in the chair opposite him, crossed his legs, and looked completely indifferent.

"Too."

"After all, even if I wipe out the Haotian Sect, you still have a good second brother whose whereabouts are unknown—Haotian Douluo Tang Hao."

Tang Yuehua's eyes trembled slightly at the mention of Tang Hao.

"Tang Hao is a ruthless person."

Nan Feng exclaimed, "He dared to kill even the Pope, and even managed to severely injure three Title Douluos from the Spirit Hall before escaping unscathed. With such a record, who in the world would dare to disagree?"

"With such a notorious older brother around, even if the Haotian Sect is destroyed, even if he is expelled from the sect."

"As long as he is alive, the nobles of Tiandou City probably won't dare to really do anything to you."

Even if people no longer fawn over you like before, they would never dare to offend you, the younger sister of the God of Slaughter.

"right?"

Tang Yuehua pursed her lips and remained silent. But this was indeed her last bit of confidence. As long as her second brother was alive, he was a deterrent.

"but……"

Nan Feng changed the subject, his eyes becoming meaningful:

"What if Tang Hao... is gone too?"

Chapter 53 Tang Yuehua: What are you going to do?!

……

Tang Yuehua's heart skipped a beat, and she looked up sharply at Bibi Dong.

"The rings exploded..."

Nan Feng sighed, his tone tinged with both admiration and regret, "I must say, the Great Sumeru Hammer of the Clear Sky Sect is indeed domineering. A newly promoted Title Douluo was able to severely injure three Title Douluos from my Spirit Hall with his Ring Explosion, and even kill that good-for-nothing Qian Xunji."

"But, Lady Yue, you should know the cost of this move better than I do, shouldn't you?"

Nan Feng stared at Tang Yuehua's increasingly pale face:

"Such an unconventional technique must have terrifying aftereffects. Right now, Tang Hao probably can't even muster any soul power, right?"

"you say……"

Nan Feng leaned forward, staring intently into Tang Yuehua's eyes, and said, word by word:

"If it were the Grand Elder of my Spirit Hall, the one known as the invincible Qian Daoliu, he would personally be chasing after him right now..."

"That Tang Hao, who's half-dead..."

"Can he still live?"

"boom!!"

Tang Yuehua felt a loud bang in her head, and the teacup in her hand finally slipped from her grasp and shattered with a "crack".

A thousand streams?!

He was an unparalleled powerhouse from the same era as her grandfather, Tang Chen! He was the true pillar of the Spirit Hall!

“How could he… how could he…” Tang Yuehua’s lips trembled, her voice filled with fear.

"Why would he intervene?" Nan Feng laughed. "Madam Yue, have you forgotten? Tang Hao killed his own son! The Pope of the Spirit Hall!"

"The elderly bury their children, and lose their sons in their old age..."

"What grief? What hatred?"

"Do you think, given Qian Daoliu's personality, he would let go of the person who killed his son?"

Nan Feng leaned forward slightly, looking at Tang Yuehua who was completely flustered, and revealed a cruel smile:

"Lady Yue, let's play a riddle."

"How many more times do you think Tang Hao can detonate the rings now?"

"Guess again..."

"Was it me who found that rat hole first and wiped out your entire tribe?"

"Should Qian Daoliu find Tang Hao first and tear him to pieces?"

"Or perhaps..."

Nan Feng extended two fingers and gently pinched them together:

"Both...occurred simultaneously?"

"..."

Tang Yuehua panicked completely, but she still forced herself to stay calm.

Even if Qian Daoliu personally intervened, how could he possibly know Tang Hao's whereabouts?

This woman is using psychological tactics! She can't panic!

The Haotian Sect's ancestral territory is extremely well-hidden; there's absolutely no way this woman can be found!

Inside the private room, the previously ambiguous atmosphere instantly became tense, and then slid into a suffocating sense of oppression.

Ignoring the fear in Tang Yuehua's eyes, Nan Feng suddenly lifted the elegant and noble master of the hall by the waist and strode towards the soft couch on the inside of the room.

"Ah! What are you doing?!"

Tang Yuehua screamed and struggled desperately, but her strength was like an ant trying to shake a tree in the face of the power of a Title Douluo.

"Nan Feng!! Get up right now!!"

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, Bibi Dong witnessed this utterly shameful scene and nearly lost her temper on the spot. "Are you insane?! What do you think you're doing?! I'm the Pope! Not a womanizer!!"

"Shut up and watch."

Nan Feng coldly replied in his heart, then threw Tang Yuehua heavily onto the soft bed, pressed himself down on her, and held her shoulders firmly beneath him.

The two were nose to nose, and their breaths could be heard.

"You..." Tang Yuehua's face turned red, her eyes filled with shame and fear. She wanted to shout, but Nan Feng's cold gaze silenced her.

I know what you're thinking.

Nan Feng stared into her eyes, his voice low and hoarse.

"You're gambling."

"You're betting that Qian Daoliu won't find Tang Hao, and you're betting that the Spirit Hall won't find that rat hole in the Clear Sky Sect."

"But Yuehua, do you really think we can win this gamble?"

"I'm not sure if Qian Daoliu can find Tang Hao, after all, he's just a rat that only knows how to hide in the gutter."

"But……"

"With the Spirit Hall's spies all over the world, plus the fact that we've already pinpointed the approximate location, do you think it would be difficult to find a valley within a 500-mile radius of Heaven Dou City that can accommodate several thousand people, and that is strategically located, easy to defend, and difficult to attack?"

"Stop deceiving yourself."

Nan Feng's fingers gently traced Tang Yuehua's trembling cheek: