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

She bit her lip hard, gasped for breath, and forced back the tears that were welling up in her eyes.

She dared not cry, for she was afraid that if she did, the only person who had ever given her warmth would truly disappear completely and never speak to her again.

Seeing that she was holding back, Nan Feng snorted coldly, turned his head away, lay back down, put his hands behind his head, and stared blankly at the leaves above his head.

The air fell silent once again.

The birdsong in the Imperial Garden sounded particularly jarring.

Qian Renxue stood alone, her small hands tightly gripping the hem of her skirt.

She dared not move or speak.

Time slipped away bit by bit, and every second was torture for her.

She didn't know how much time had passed until sunlight filtered through the leaves and fell on her face, bringing a faint warmth.

Qian Renxue finally mustered all her courage and broke the silence with a trembling voice:

"Mother……"

"What can I do... to make you forgive Xue'er?"

"As long as you're not angry... Xue'er will do anything you want..."

no respond.

Nan Feng remained lying there, his breathing unchanged, as if the person beside him didn't exist at all.

This disregard made Qian Renxue feel even more desperate than being beaten or scolded.

Fear overwhelmed her like a tidal wave.

She was terrified. She was afraid that the "good mother" who used to laugh with her and protect her would really turn back into the pope who only treated her coldly.

She couldn't bear the fall from the clouds to hell.

"Mother!!"

Qian Renxue could no longer control her panic. She lunged forward, not to attack, but like a drowning person grabbing onto the last piece of driftwood.

She knelt beside the recliner, her small hands gripping Nan Feng's purple-gold robe tightly, her entire body almost pressed against his legs, her face buried in his sleeve, her voice filled with endless sobs:

"Please don't ignore Xue'er... I beg you..."

"Xue'er really knows she was wrong! Xue'er swears! This will never happen again!"

"Xue'er will be obedient! She will be very good! As long as Mommy can forgive Xue'er... Xue'er will do anything!"

"Let go," Nan Feng said coldly.

"I won't let go! Waaah... I won't let go!"

Qian Renxue shook her head desperately, her grip incredibly strong, her nails digging deep into the expensive fabric. "If you let go, Mommy won't want Xue'er anymore..."

"This is the last time I'm warning you."

Nan Feng opened his eyes, a hint of violence flashing in them: "Get out."

"I don't!!"

Qian Renxue used all her strength, even mobilizing the last bit of soul power within her, to cling tightly to Nan Feng's arm, hanging on him like a koala, crying her heart out:

"I won't let go! I'd rather die than let go!"

"..."

Looking at the "dog skin plaster" that he couldn't shake off, Nan Feng's eyes surged with violence several times, and the soul power in his palm gathered and dispersed.

Finally, he closed his eyes again, adjusted to a comfortable position, and let the little girl, who was crying and trembling, cling tightly to his arm, wiping her tears and snot all over his sleeve.

Chapter 72 Don't call me Mom, call me Teacher

……

As night deepened, the moon rose high in the sky.

Nan Feng slept straight through until evening.

And Qian Renxue actually stayed by his arm and endured until nightfall.

"Gurgle..."

A clear rumbling sound rang out in the quiet night.

Qian Renxue's face instantly turned bright red. She pressed her stomach tightly, trying to cover up the embarrassing sound.

She cried from morning until noon, and then lay there until night, without eating or drinking a drop of water or a grain of rice.

This is the limit for a nine-year-old child who is still growing.

Nan Feng slowly opened his eyes and glanced at the disheveled little figure beside him.

But he didn't say anything, yawned, adjusted his position, and prepared to close his eyes and continue sleeping.

"Mother……"

Qian Renxue's hoarse voice rang out again, thick with nasal tones and filled with cautious probing:

"Can...can you forgive Xue'er this time?"

"Xue'er promises... she will never do this again."

"Xue'er will protect Mommy and will never let anyone bully you again..."

"Protect?"

Nan Feng finally sat up. He looked at Qian Renxue, his purple eyes devoid of any warmth, only a chilling clarity and ruthlessness:

"Qian Renxue, can't you understand human language?"

"I'll say it one last time, I'm not your mother."

“I am just a monster, a monster that parasitizes your own mother, a disgusting parasite.”

"Your grandfather wanted to kill me, and your own mother wanted to kill me too."

"And I can tell you with absolute certainty."

"The future you, the one who has grown up, become sensible, and inherited the glory of the angels..."

"They would also want to kill me."

“You might even want to kill me more than they do.”

"so……"

Nan Feng leaned back in his chair. "Even if you don't care what I am right now, even if you're blinded by this so-called maternal love."

"At least think about your future self."

"Don't come any closer."

"So that one day in the future, when you recall this scene, when you remember hugging your father's killer, hugging a filthy parasite and crying for your mother..."

"You will feel nauseous."

"You'll wish you could dig that memory out of your head."

Upon hearing these words, Qian Renxue not only did not back down, but became even more anxious.

She paid no attention to the "parasites" and didn't understand anything about the "disgusting future".

In her view, this was just her mother still being angry, still feeling insecure because of the previous hurt, and saying hurtful things to push her away.

"No! That can't be!"

Qian Renxue shook her head desperately, tears welling up again. She lunged forward once more, clutching Nan Feng's clothes tightly.

"This is all a misunderstanding! It really is a misunderstanding!"

"Mom is not a monster! Mom is the best person in the world!"

"I would never want to kill my mother! And I never will!"

"Xue'er will explain everything to Grandpa! Grandpa is actually... actually doing this for Xue'er's own good. As long as Xue'er begs him, as long as Xue'er tells him that Mom is a good person, he will definitely accept Mom!"

"Mom, believe me! I really can protect you!"

"..."

Nan Feng quietly looked at the little girl in front of him, whose eyes were red and swollen and whose face was covered with tears, and said nothing more.

Until Qian Renxue's crying gradually subsided, leaving only suppressed sobs, until the fear in her panicked and helpless eyes slowly settled into an almost obsessive determination.

"Have you cried enough?"

Nan Feng finally spoke again, his voice no longer as violent as before, but unusually calm, so calm it was unfathomable.

He slowly reached out, pinched Qian Renxue's chin, and forced her to raise her head and look directly into his heterochromatic, bewitching eyes.

"A Thousand Blades of Snow".

"Since you can't understand good or bad advice, and since you insist on going down this dark path..."

"Since you care about nothing else for this vague and fleeting warmth."

Nan Feng tightened his grip slightly: "Then remember what you just said."

"Remember what you promised today in order to get something."

"You said you would protect me, you said you would stand by my side, you said you would accept me whether I was a human or a ghost."

“These words were said by you crying and shouting; no one forced you.”

"Never forget..."

Qian Renxue felt a little pain from being pinched, but as if she had received the most precious promise, her eyes suddenly flashed with an amazing light.

She nodded vigorously, not even bothering to wipe away her tears, and earnestly promised:

"I will never forget! Xue'er will never forget, even if it kills her!"

"As long as Mom doesn't kick Xue'er out, every word Xue'er says will stand!"

"..."