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

At that time, a vengeful angel, filled with hatred, clear-headed, and solely focused on killing him...

That was the real nightmare!

"Oh shit……"

Nan Feng cursed inwardly and helplessly dispersed the destructive purplish-black soul power in his palm.

It seems there really is no other choice but to kill them.

But you just can't kill them.

This is a dead end.

Looking at the little girl sleeping soundly in front of him, Nan Feng suddenly felt a little disheartened.

This is probably what is meant by "being afraid to throw a stone at a rat for fear of breaking the vase."

Qian Daoliu dared not touch Haotian Sect, for fear that Tang Chen would return as a god.

He doesn't dare to touch Qian Renxue now, because he's afraid of that so-called god.

Tang Chen is trapped in the City of Slaughter, never to awaken again; Qian Daoliu's worries are nothing but unfounded anxieties.

But his concerns were very real.

"You're lucky to be alive."

Nan Feng pursed his lips, and the originally violent soul power in his palm transformed into a gentle and mellow warm current.

He didn't remove his hand, but gently pressed it on Qian Renxue's head, slowly channeling the soul power into her body.

This was certainly not to help her cultivate; it was simply because the girl had been frozen here all night, and her meridians were almost frozen stiff.

If he really gets sick from the cold, that old bastard Qian Daoliu will come looking for trouble again.

A gentle surge of soul energy coursed through his body, dispelling the chill.

Qian Renxue's tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed, and a touch of color returned to her pale face. Her previously curled-up body also relaxed, as if she had a good dream.

"..."

After doing all this, Nan Feng stood up and clapped his hands.

He glanced at Qian Renxue on the ground one last time, without the slightest hesitation, and turned to leave.

As the purple figure completely disappeared into the end of the morning mist, a shadow in the corner of the Imperial Garden suddenly twisted eerily.

There was no fluctuation of soul power, and no leakage of aura.

As if squeezed out of another dimension, Qian Daoliu slowly emerged from the shadows.

He did not use his divine soul power at this moment. Facing Bibi Dong, who had reached level 97 and had exceptionally sharp mental power, even a level 99 Peerless Douluo would likely be discovered if he relied solely on soul power to conceal himself.

But if it's covered up with the power of angels, that's a different story.

In the face of the rules of "God", the perceptions of mortals are insignificant.

"call……"

Qian Daoliu looked in the direction Nan Feng had left, but did not immediately pursue the other party's rudeness. Instead, he looked down at Qian Renxue, who was still fast asleep.

His eyes were extremely complex, containing lingering fear, relief, and even a barely perceptible hint of satisfaction.

"That one instant..."

Qian Daoliu's heart clenched as he recalled the purplish-black soul power that had condensed in Nan Feng's palm.

At that moment, the destructive aura of the Death Spider King was so pure that it even gave him the illusion that the other party was really going to kill him.

At that moment, the soul power within the Thousand Streams was already running wildly, and the Angelic Holy Sword was almost ready to be drawn.

As long as that hand really falls, as long as that wisp of destructive power really burrows into Xue'er's body, he will definitely rush out without hesitation and tear this madwoman to pieces!

But she didn't.

She stopped.

"Is this a test...?"

Qian Daoliu frowned slightly, and came up with a seemingly reasonable explanation in his mind.

"Was it a deliberate attempt to unleash killing intent and destructive power to test whether anyone was protecting Xue'er in the shadows?"

"If I had lost my composure and revealed myself just now, I would probably have played right into her hands, giving her an excuse to go crazy again, or even use it to blackmail me."

"Hmph, what a cunning woman."

Qian Daoliu snorted coldly, but the hostility in his eyes dissipated considerably.

Because he saw the result.

The purplish-black destructive soul power dissipated, replaced by a gentle and mellow warm current.

Chapter 66 Why Don't You Believe Me

……

Qian Daoliu slowly squatted down, extended his aged fingers, and gently placed them on Qian Renxue's wrist.

Warm and stable.

The foreign soul power was extremely pure and was slowly flowing through Xue'er's body, not only dispelling the chill that had lingered all night, but also nourishing her somewhat damaged meridians.

"really……"

Qian Daoliu withdrew his hand, looked at his sleeping granddaughter with a slight smile on her lips, and a look of sudden realization appeared on his face.

"I knew it."

"Even if you know the past, even if you know the truth, you are still not the cold-blooded and ruthless Bibi Dong."

“You are the amnesiac personality, the one who truly gave Xue’er maternal love in these past few months.”

Qian Daoliu stood up, looking in the direction Nan Feng had left, his gaze becoming deep and gentle.

If it were the original Bibi Dong, seeing Xue'er freezing here, she would simply walk away indifferently, perhaps even feeling disgusted, and would never give her a second glance.

But this "madman" has a different personality.

No matter how harsh her words, how ruthless her actions, or even how she acted as if she wanted to kill someone, in the end... she still softened.

Qian Daoliu sighed, and the thought that had almost been extinguished in his heart reignited.

Since she still has a soft heart, and since she still cares about Xue'er's life or death.

That means the bond between her and Xue'er hasn't been completely severed.

That means...

There is still a chance for this matter to turn around.

"Perhaps, compared to the main personality that has been consumed by hatred, this madman..."

"That is Xue'er's true hope."

……

Wuhun City, the most sacred and also the most desolate city on the continent.

The wide streets are paved with neat bluestone slabs, and rows of solemn buildings line both sides.

There were no noisy hawking noises, no children playing, and even the air was filled with a suffocating solemnity and order.

Nan Feng wandered aimlessly through the streets.

Most of the shops here sell expensive soul tools, rare herbs, or soul beast materials. The soul masters coming and going are all expressionless and in a hurry, as if each of them is a screw in this huge machine, numbly operating on a predetermined track.

"This is... utterly boring."

Nan Feng curled his lip and casually kicked a pebble from the roadside.

This city is like a giant tomb, burying all the warmth and vitality of life, leaving only cold hierarchy and power.

Before long, he lost interest in continuing to explore.

……

The Papal Palace, the council chamber.

Bibi Dong remained seated behind her large desk, her vermilion pen flying across the paper as she processed official documents from all over the mainland.

Nan Feng pushed open the door and entered. Without saying a word or returning to his spiritual sea, he went straight to the Pope's throne and plopped down on it.

He sat there, his chin resting on one hand, his heterochromatic eyes fixed on Bibi Dong, motionless.

One minute, two minutes... half an hour passed.

Being stared at by such a strong gaze for a long time was unbearable even for someone as composed as Bibi Dong.

She felt a chill run down her spine; the feeling of being spied on and scrutinized made her extremely uncomfortable.

"Snapped."

Bibi Dong put down her pen, raised her head, and looked at Nan Feng with a slight frown:

"what happened to you?"

"Don't just stand here daydreaming. If you're bored, go back to your spiritual sea to cultivate."

"Cultivation?"

Nan Feng scoffed but didn't move. "What's the use of cultivation? This body isn't mine. No matter how high my soul power is, it's still not mine."

"It's so boring."

Nan Feng shifted his position, leaning back in his chair, his eyes vacant as he stared at the exquisite murals on the ceiling:

“Back in Death Canyon, although the environment was harsh, life was fulfilling.”

"When I'm bored, I make my little spiders kill each other. Watching them tear at each other and devour each other for survival is so exciting."

"At worst, I'll go and cause trouble for those ten-thousand-year-old soul beasts, beat them until they cry for their parents, or have them chase me all over the mountains."

"Back then, every day was a struggle to survive, and every day I could feel that I was alive."

"But what about now?"