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

"If she had never had this good mother, never experienced being pampered and protected, she might still treat you as a cold symbol, as an unattainable pope, just like before."

"After all, she is already nine years old. In two more years, when she grows up and is instilled with more righteousness by that old man Qian Daoliu, she may really no longer need this maternal love."

"But just a few days ago, she had it. That good mother would watch the stars with her, tell her stories, and protect her when she was in danger."

"It was like a ray of light suddenly appearing in the darkest night."

"But what about now?"

"This light was not only extinguished, but it was also extinguished by her closest grandfather, and it was denied and pushed away by her good mother."

"To gain something and then lose it is far more heartbreaking than never having had it at all."

Bibi Dong remained silent.

Hearing the faint cries coming from outside, she felt a strange irritation and... a sharp pain rising in her heart.

She recalled the despair she felt when she was locked in a secret room, and the collapse of a hopeful heart that was plunged into hell overnight.

Perhaps Qian Renxue feels the same way she did back then?

"Nanfeng".

Bibi Dong took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the emotions that shouldn't have been there, and coldly commanded:

"Go out and try to comfort her."

"Don't let her cry here, it won't sound good if word gets out."

"what?!"

Nan Feng was so angry he laughed.

"Bibi Dong, are you really schizophrenic?"

"You were the one who wouldn't let me get close to her before, forcing me to cut ties with her. Now you can't stand seeing her cry, and you want me to go over and act as her babysitter!"

"One minute I'm made to be the bad guy, the next minute I'm made to be the good guy."

"Don't you think you're contradicting yourself and looking ridiculous?!"

“I…” Bibi Dong was speechless.

"Don't go!"

Nan Feng slammed the teacups down on the table, then crossed his legs.

“I’ve already played the bad guy, and I’ve personally shattered the image of that good mother.”

"You want me to leave now? What do you want to say?"

"Should I say, 'Oh, I was just kidding you'? Or should I say, 'Actually, I was forced to do it'?"

"Come on!"

"Some damage, once caused, can never be undone."

"And isn't this just what you wanted?"

"Make her hate me, make her stay away from me, and make her completely lose all thoughts of maternal love."

"Isn't this the protection you've always wanted?"

"Since you're going to be that heartless mother, then be heartless to the end!"

"Stop pretending to be soft-hearted!"

Chapter 65 Qian Daoliu: What a cunning woman!

……

The next morning, as dawn broke.

The flowers and plants in the Imperial Garden were covered with glistening dewdrops, and a damp, chilly atmosphere filled the air.

Nan Feng stretched and strolled leisurely back to the garden.

I slept well last night, even though I slept under Bibi Dong's resentful gaze. But as long as you're thick-skinned, it's others who will feel embarrassed.

However, when he walked to the rocking chair from the previous night, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

On the cold stone floor beside the rocking chair, a golden figure was curled up.

A thousand feet of snow.

She didn't leave.

She cried there all night, eventually crying herself unconscious. Even in her sleep, tears still clung to her long eyelashes, and her body trembled from the cold and the lingering effects of her sobs.

"A self-inflicted injury ruse?"

Nan Feng looked down at her and said, "Boring."

He felt no pity whatsoever for the tragic scene before him.

On the contrary, a deeper killing intent surged in the depths of his eyes.

He is indeed a liar and a madman with no moral compass.

But he didn't lie last night about Qian Renxue.

He doesn't like this little girl.

He even wished he could kill her right now.

Because he knew all too well what this little girl would be like when she grew up.

That lofty angel, that cold-blooded politician who would sacrifice everything for profit.

In her worldview, self-interest is paramount, and so-called justice and light are nothing more than tools to embellish her ambitions.

She is willing to abandon anything, including family ties and humanity, as long as there is enough benefit.

This is a tradition etched into the very bones of every family.

When Qian Renxue grows up and her wings are strong enough...

She will find out how Qian Xunji died one day.

Bibi Dong is her biological mother. Even if there is a blood feud, she might still hesitate for a moment, and might pick up her sword and put it down again because of that ridiculous blood relationship.

But what about him?

He was merely a 100,000-year-old soul beast, an old spider that had possessed half of Bibi Dong's soul, and an accomplice in the murder of her father.

Will she let him go?

Obviously impossible.

Keeping Qian Renxue around is like planting a huge time bomb next to him.

And this bomb is bound to explode!

"call……"

Nan Feng exhaled a long breath of white air, his eyes gradually darkening.

Killing is not an option.

If you kill her, Qian Daoliu will definitely go insane, and Bibi Dong will also collapse.

That's a last resort, a suicidal move.

but……

Looking at the unsuspecting Qian Renxue, Nan Feng suddenly had a new idea.

What if we don't kill her, but instead... cripple her?

If we cripple her soul power, destroy her foundation, and condemn her to a life of being an ordinary person without any threat, preventing her from ever touching that damned angelic position...

In that case, she would just be a tiger with its teeth pulled, posing no threat to him whatsoever.

Thinking of this, Nan Feng slowly squatted down, and a ball of purplish-black soul power quietly condensed in the palm of his right hand.

That was the deadly poison and destructive power of the Death Spider King, silent yet utterly lethal.

He slowly reached his hand towards Qian Renxue's head.

It's actually very simple to ruin a person.

All it takes is to inject soul power into her Baihui acupoint, and then follow the meridians downwards, silently destroying several key energy vortices within her body and shattering the foundation of her martial soul.

In that case, her soul power would drain away like blood, little by little, and would never be able to condense again.

She will become a useless person.

A useless person who can only loaf around in the Spirit Hall and wait to die, and can no longer cause any trouble.

Nan Feng's hand hovered over Qian Renxue's golden hair, and his fingertips could even feel her faint body temperature.

With just a gentle exhale... everything will be over.

however.

At this critical moment, Nan Feng hesitated.

It wasn't because I was soft-hearted, nor because I couldn't bear to.

It's because of that damned "god".

The power of God is irrational.

Angelic armor, divine light—those powers beyond the mortal realm possess the ability to transform the mundane into the miraculous.

Even resurrection is a piece of cake, let alone this little thing.

Even if he does it very discreetly now, even if he really cripples Qian Renxue.

Qian Daoliu, that old man, holds the inheritance of the Angel God. Who knows if he has any heaven-defying methods to save people?

Even if we take a step back and assume that they can't be saved...

What if, after experiencing this setback, instead of becoming despondent, she becomes like the protagonist in those clichéd novels, undergoing some kind of "rebirth after destruction" or "enlightenment in dire straits"?

What if this actually stimulates her angelic bloodline, allowing her to undergo the angelic divine test ahead of time and gain God's favor?