"Oh?"
Hearing Tang Yuehua's provocative sneer, Nan Feng's eyes narrowed slightly.
"You want to but can't do it?"
"Mrs. Yue, are you sure you want to discuss this topic with me?"
Tang Yuehua was panicked by the look in his eyes, but the words had already been spoken, so she could only bite her lips and stare at him stubbornly, no longer flinching.
"Very good."
Nan Feng suddenly laughed.
Without any nonsense, he sank suddenly and pushed Tang Yuehua, who had just sat up halfway, back onto the bed.
At the same time.
A strange purple-black light surged out of Nan Feng's body again, but this time, the light did not envelope his entire body, but some incredible regional reorganization occurred in his body!
In the past three years, Bibi Dong has been idle and bored in Sea of Consciousness. He has already combined his own genes and imagination to "pin" a perfect adult male image for him. That appearance looks like Bibi Dong's twin brother.
Although Nan Feng has long been accustomed to causing trouble everywhere with the peerless body of Bibi Dong, he thinks it is more interesting and more powerful. But this does not mean that his energy clone cannot change its form!
Even, because of the high-level plasticity of the energy body, he can only change part of it!
Nan Feng pressed on Tang Yuehua, holding her chin with one hand. The originally crisp and cool female voice turned into a deep, hoarse voice, full of strong male hormones:
"Mrs. Yue, who told you..."
"Am I just a woman's?"
Tang Yuehua's expression became extremely exciting at this moment.
Because, she clearly felt that the frame of the body pressing on her was rapidly becoming wider and thicker. The softness belonging to a woman was disappearing, replaced by muscle lines as hard as a rock.
And what made her feel that her mind went blank for an instant, and even her breathing completely stopped...
Her always elegant and calm brain was completely shut down at this moment, leaving only a blank.
Her eyes widened in disbelief, staring blankly at Nan Feng who was so close that even his breath sprayed on her face.
The peerless face that originally belonged to Pope Bibi Dong exuded an extremely aggressive and pure male aura in her perception.
How is this possible?!
Tang Yuehua's world view collapsed at this moment.
Bibi Dong is obviously a genuine woman. How could a woman conjure something like that?!
After a brief period of confusion, what followed was overwhelming panic and fear.
Because she saw an unabashed aggression in Nan Feng's eyes that gradually became darker and deeper.
She clearly realized that this monster in woman's skin was really planning to attack her!
Here? In her Moonlight Pavilion? In this incredible way?!
An unprecedented sense of humiliation instantly overwhelmed Tang Yuehua's sanity.
Resistance? Facing a Peak Douluo who is Level 98, she is a Trash Martial Soul who cannot break through the ninth level in her life, and is not even qualified to move a finger.
The powerlessness and despair of being on the chopping block and being slaughtered by others completely broke the psychological defense of Mrs. Yue.
Tang Yuehua gave up her struggle and closed her eyes in despair. Her long eyelashes trembled violently. Two lines of clear tears silently slipped down the corners of her eyes and disappeared into the messy hair on her temples.
Looking at the poignant figure below him, who was being slaughtered like a sacrifice, with pear blossoms covered with rain, the burning Evil Fire in Nan Feng's eyes seemed to have been suddenly poured with a basin of ice water, and was completely extinguished in an instant.
"... boring."
Nan Feng The amusement in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a touch of extremely boring indifference.
He released his grip on Tang Yuehua's wrist and stepped back.
"Buzz--"
The purple-black light flashed past again.
The oppressive adult male body instantly disintegrated and reorganized in just one breath.
The heavy pressure suddenly disappeared, and Tang Yuehua opened his eyes in a daze.
She sat up hurriedly, tightly holding her slightly messy clothes, and looked not far away in surprise.
I saw the "little devil" sitting in front of the round table with a majestic look, grabbing a delicate piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake with his little hand, and took a big bite.
Although her face was still that cute loli face, she could clearly feel that Nan Feng was in a very, very bad mood at the moment.
Even more gloomy than when he was angry just now.
Tang Yuehua could not understand the moodiness of this monster at all. He could only huddle in the corner of the bed, not even daring to breathe.
At this moment, Nan Feng, who was sitting at the table and chewing snacks, felt an extremely irritable and nameless fire boiling in his heart.
Of course he won't really attack Tang Yuehua.
Even in the past three years, even if Bibi Dong acquiesced countless times, he never took that step.
It's not that he is the reincarnation of Liu Xiahui, it's not that he is incompetent.
But because... this body is fake!
No matter how perfectly this energy clone is shaped by him, no matter how real the touch is, no matter how warm the body temperature is, it cannot conceal a cold and cruel reality - he Nan Feng is already dead!
Everything he has now is just a ghost living in Bibi Dong Soul Skill.
This seemingly living body is actually just a bunch of energy aggregates kneaded from purple-black poison and Soul Power!
Whenever he has that worldly desire, whenever the atmosphere reaches its peak and the body's Simulation mechanism begins to feed back the so-called "impulse"...
His damn, sober reason will remind him coldly in his mind: Bingbing:
"You are a dead man."
"Your current body is just a ball of highly concentrated energy."
"Everything is fake."
As long as this thought flashes in my mind for even a moment, all interest and desire will disappear in an instant and turn into ashes.
This feeling is like a person who has been hungry for three days and three nights. Facing a table full of Manchu and Chinese banquets, he just picked up his chopsticks and suddenly discovered that the delicious dishes were all made of realistic plastic models!
The feeling of emptiness that can be seen and touched but can never be truly experienced is simply more maddening than killing him.
Therefore, he is extremely resistant to changing back to the adult male that originally belonged to him.
He would rather pretend to be Bibi Dong and lie around, and would rather maintain his current somewhat funny appearance than become his "real" self.
Because he maintains this appearance that is completely not his own, at least it can always sound the alarm in his heart: he is fake, he is just a clone made of Soul Power.
This sober and almost cruel understanding can actually be like a sea-fixing needle, allowing him to maintain absolute sanity and calmness.
But once he changes back to that man, once he tries to use that familiar body to pursue the "real" desires and feelings that once belonged to human beings, the ubiquitous sense of disobedience will be like poisonous thorns, piercing into the depths of his soul, making him feel extremely deeply and bloody how false he is.
"Click... click..."
Accompanied by the depressing sound of chewing, in just a few moments, Nan Feng swept away all the snacks and fruits on the table like a whirlwind.
But he didn't feel the slightest satisfaction.
This body is simply a bottomless pit with no end.
Those exquisite foods that are eaten do not even need to go through the process of gastrointestinal peristalsis. The moment they enter the throat, they will be decomposed and digested completely by Death Spider Emperor's overbearing and corrosive Soul Power, leaving not even a trace of residue behind.
There is no feeling of fullness, no warmth of food sliding through the esophagus, and no solid feeling of a full stomach.
He clearly felt this falsehood deeply rooted in his bones, this emptiness that could never be filled.
This is why he always tries his best to restrain all his actions.
He will eat and drink on time like a normal human being, even if this body does not need to eat at all; he will yawn, sleep and rest like a normal human being, even if the energy body does not know what fatigue is.
He forced himself to strictly control all "physiological needs" within the "degrees" that a normal human being should have.
He is like a dedicated actor, carefully maintaining this fragile window paper called "living", so that at least when he is deceiving himself, he can still think that he is a living person.
But once he goes too far, once he tries to cross the line and touch the truth that shouldn't belong to him like he did just now, the cold and biting falsehood will be like a tsunami, completely submerging him again.
Nan Feng dropped the last bit of crumbs in his hand and clapped his hands impatiently.
His purple eyes were filled with overwhelming gloom and boredom.
Boring.
So boring!