bookbashuk Chapter 80 Because of Love!
Chapter 80 Because of Love!
Chapter 80 Because of Love!
"fear----"
Bibi Dong pondered those two words, a flicker of emotion crossing her eyes, but it quickly turned into worry: "But fear is a double-edged sword. If the pressure is too great, what if they become desperate and do something rash? What if something unexpected happens?"
"An accident! An accident! Another accident!"
Nan Feng rolled his eyes in exasperation, placed his hands on Bibi Dong's shoulders, and shook her vigorously, as if trying to shake away all the unnecessary worries in her mind: "Dong'er, can you please erase those two words from your dictionary?"
"If anything goes wrong, I'll handle it, okay? I'll hold up the sky if it falls, and I'll fill in the gaps if the ground collapses!"
"Can't you be a little more sensible? Can't you understand your current identity and position?"
Nan Feng's voice rose a few decibels, carrying a hint of disappointment: "You're no longer that saintess who could only tremble in Qian Xunji's shadow and had to be mindful of others' opinions in everything you did!"
"You are the Pope! You are the supreme ruler of the Spirit Hall!"
"You just crippled the Haotian Sect! You made that so-called number one in the world, that unyielding and inflexible tough guy, kneel down and bow before you!"
"What does this mean? This is something that the Spirit Hall's predecessors have wanted to do for hundreds of years but have failed to achieve!"
"Compared to this achievement, what the hell are seniority and rules? They're all just scraps of paper! Those old guys aren't even qualified to fart in front of you now!"
Nan Feng stared into Bibi Dong's eyes and said, enunciating each word clearly, "Be more confident!"
"Straighten your back!"
"Actually, I've wanted to say this for a long time."
Nan Feng released his grip, took two steps back, and looked Bibi Dong up and down, his brows furrowed and his face full of disdain: "Ever since I first met you, I've noticed a big problem."
"There's something wrong with your demeanor! A huge problem!"
"Too weak! Too cunning!"
Nan Feng retorted without any politeness: "As an emperor who stands above all others and holds the lifeline of all soul masters in the world, your aura should be domineering!"
It is radiant! So radiant that one glance makes you want to kneel in worship, and you dare not look directly at it!
"But what about you?"
"Cold! Dark! Spooky!"
"Like a petty person who hides in the gutter all year round, only good at sneaking around and plotting! Completely lacking the fierce and domineering aura of a ruler who reigns supreme!"
"This directly resulted in your Killing God Domain being extremely weak!"
"The true domain of the God of Slaughter is one where, with a single unleashed aura, mountains of corpses and seas of blood appear, and thousands of troops tremble in fear! And what about yours?"
It's just to scare little kids.
"Dong'er, what are you so afraid of?"
Nan Feng suddenly leaned closer to her, his eyes burning with intensity: "Afraid of losing? Afraid of dying? Or afraid of those outdated relics?"
"What's there to be afraid of?"
"Take life and death lightly, if you're not convinced, then fight!"
"Anyone who dares to disobey, crush them! Anyone who dares to block your way, kick them aside!"
"This is how a pope should be!"
".——
Nan Feng looked at Bibi Dong's eyes, which, though tinged with a hint of fighting spirit, still concealed deep worry, and did not press her any further.
He knew in his heart that changing one's mindset was not something that could be done overnight.
For the past ten years or so, she lived in the shadow of Qian Xunji, in the nightmare of the secret room.
To survive and to seek revenge, she learned to be patient, to be meticulous in her calculations, and to envelop herself in a cold, calculating shell.
This survival logic, honed under prolonged high pressure, is ingrained in her very being.
She was used to planning carefully before acting, and to having a backup plan for every possible escape route.
Right now, she's like a gambler who has just won a huge bet. Although she has chips in her hand, she's still afraid of losing everything and doesn't dare to go all in again.
Because she had lost, lost miserably, and that was a lifelong pain for her.
"Take your time."
Nan Feng sighed inwardly.
Even the sharpest sword needs to be sharpened after it has been rusted for a long time.
He has plenty of time and enough patience.
Looking at the sky outside, the sun was shining brightly.
"Alright, after talking for so long, I'm hungry."
Nan Feng patted Bibi Dong on the shoulder, turned around and walked out of the side hall, returning to the deathly silent main hall.
He stood on the high platform, looking down at the group of bishops who were still writing furiously, and waved his hand lazily: "Alright, stop writing."
"It's lunch break now. Go eat and give your brains a rest."
"See you here in one hour. Don't be late."
"If I'm late—"
Nan Feng's lips curled slightly, without mentioning the consequences, but that chilling smile sent a shiver down everyone's spine.
"Yes! I will obey Your Majesty's decree!!"
The bishops, feeling as if they had been granted a pardon, bowed and took their leave, fleeing the oppressive atmosphere of the sanctuary as if they were escaping.
Seeing that everyone had left, Nan Feng didn't try to hide anything, directly took Bibi Dong's hand, and swaggered out of the hall.
"Come on, I'll take you to a nice place to eat. This hall is so gloomy, it makes me want to vomit."
Bibi Dong struggled for a moment but couldn't break free, so she let him be.
Thus, an extremely bizarre scene unfolded within the Spirit Hall—two identical popes walked hand in hand side by side down the corridor.
Along the way, the guards and maids who passed by had heard rumors and were mentally prepared, but when they saw this scene with their own eyes, they were all so frightened that their eyes trembled and they could only keep their heads down, not daring to look at it for long.
This is exactly the effect Nanfeng wanted.
Whether it's a clone or twins, once people get used to it, even if this volatile clone does something outrageous or kills someone it shouldn't—
People will subconsciously think: Oh, that was done by a clone, what does it have to do with that noble and holy Pope?
His Holiness the Pope is innocent and merciful.
Let that madman's alter ego take the blame for the dirty and tiring work.
The Imperial Garden.
Nan Feng had already instructed people to prepare lunch here. The exquisite dishes were laid out on the stone table in the pavilion. A gentle breeze blew by, and the fragrance of flowers filled the air, making it much more appetizing than the lifeless government office.
however.
As soon as Nan Feng and Bibi Dong stepped into the garden, they stopped in their tracks.
Beside the pavilion, a small golden figure stood quietly, seemingly having been waiting for a long time.
A thousand feet of snow.
Upon seeing two "Bibi Dongs" appear at the same time, Qian Renxue's small body visibly stiffened.
Her pale golden eyes swept back and forth between the two of them.
The one on the left has an indifferent expression and cold, deep eyes. Even just standing there quietly, he exudes an aura of authority and aloofness that makes people afraid to approach him.
That was her familiar "mother," but also the Pope she feared.
The one on the right, although he has the same face, stands casually, even somewhat lazily, with a nonchalant smile on his lips. His eyes don't have that biting coldness; instead, they exude a familiar "evil."
That's the person who made her a mixed stew yesterday, called her an idiot, yet made her call him "teacher."
Qian Renxue's gaze lingered on the cold Bibi Dong for a moment, a complex mix of longing and timidity stemming from long-term neglect.
Then, she took a deep breath, turned to look at Nan Feng, a sweet smile on her face, and called out in a clear voice, "Teacher!"
The way he called out "teacher" was natural and affectionate.
In Qian Renxue's heart, although she still longed for her blood-related real mother to hug her, she also knew clearly that it was a pipe dream.
The "teacher" in front of her, although he said she was a monster and a parasite, would cook for her, scold her to wake her up, and make her stay.
This is enough.
Even if it's a substitute, even if it's self-deception, she's willing to hold onto this sliver of warmth.
Humans are creatures that always seek advantage and avoid harm, and children are no exception.
however.
That one word, "teacher," caused Bibi Dong's face to darken instantly.
Her brows furrowed, her purple eyes fixed on Nan Feng, and a questioning thought exploded in Nan Feng's mind through their soul connection: "What's going on here?!"
"What teacher?! Why does she call you teacher?!"
"Didn't you tell me the night before last that you had completely broken things off with her? Didn't you say you had severed all ties with her?!"
"What have you been up to behind my back again?!"
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Nan Feng touched his nose somewhat awkwardly.
How do you explain this?
Should I tell her, "Oh, because I felt you didn't want me anymore yesterday, so I started resorting to any means necessary?"
If these words were spoken, the relationship that had been painstakingly mended last night would likely plummet to rock bottom again, and they might even end up fighting on the spot.
"cough----"
Nan Feng's eyes flickered, and he could only steel himself and begin to half-truthfully deceive her through the soul connection: "Um—Dong'er, let me explain."
"Yesterday I really wanted to get rid of her! I said some really nasty things, I called me a monster, a parasite, and even called her an idiot and told her to get lost!"
"But—you have no idea how stubborn this girl is!"
"She was crying there, crying her heart out, clinging to my leg and refusing to let go, acting like she was going to die."
"I feel so sorry for her, and besides, she is Qian Daoliu's granddaughter. If I were to actually throw her out and she got hurt, wouldn't that old madman Qian Daoliu come after me to the death?"
"You know, you won't let me really get close to her, and I don't want to have too much to do with her."
"But I really have no choice; I can't hit them or scold them to get rid of them."
"So—I had no choice but to back down."
"I told her that I could let her stay, but on the condition that she change how she addresses me, and can only call me teacher, not 'Mom'."
"I'm doing this to clear your name! It'll save you from having her constantly calling you 'Mom,' and that'll make you feel bad, won't it?"
Nan Feng spoke with such sincerity that it seemed as if he had no other choice but to do so.
but.
Bibi Dong looked at him, feeling the fluctuations coming from the other side of the soul connection.
That fluctuation contained a clear sense of guilt and evasion, as well as an inexplicable calculation.
"real?"
Bibi Dong coldly retorted in her heart, "Nan Feng, do you think—I believe you?"
"Of course!" Nan Feng looked deeply into her eyes.
"Of course you'll believe that!"
Bibi Dong sneered, "Oh? Why?"
Nan Feng: "Because of love!"
Bibi Dong: "Get lost!"
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