Seeing Bibi Dong's unusually angry appearance with red eyes, Nan Feng, who was firmly pressed against the wall, was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't help but let out a "chock" and laughed heartlessly.
"What are you laughing at?! Answer me!" Bibi Dong subconsciously put a little more force on his hand and gritted his teeth.
"What?" Nan Feng's heterochromatic eyes, one high and one low, flashed with a narrow smile. He even stretched out his little hand and patted the back of Bibi Dong's hand that was grabbing his collar, "Dang Spirit Hall Pope, are you worried that I will leave you and run away, and don't want you anymore?"
"Stop being so sentimental!" Bibi Dong was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, his face instantly turned red, but the eyes that were staring at him revealed some unconcealable nervousness.
"Don't worry, you're just being concerned and you're confused. You've lost your mind."
Nan Feng stopped joking and his tone became gentle and serious:
"Although I can travel thousands of miles and control this clone to act outside as I please, the consciousness in this body is only a projection of a very small part of my soul."
"Don't you know where the origin of my soul is? From the moment we signed Soul Blood Pact in the origin of Death Spider Emperor, our lives have been completely tied together."
Nan Feng pointed at Bibi Dong's heart. "My roots are with you. Even if my clone can move freely now, and even has the combat power of Peak Douluo, it is just a carrier that can be discarded at any time. I am just a kite, and the string will always be tightly held in your hand."
Having said this, Nan Feng spread his hands helplessly. "So, even if I really want to go solo, I can't do it given the physical conditions."
However, after listening to this explanation that could be called a "show of loyalty", Bibi Dong's mood not only did not improve, but actually got worse, and his face instantly became frosty.
"Even if you really want to fly solo?"
Bibi Dong narrowed his eyes dangerously, "In other words, if conditions permit, if the soul is not tied, you will actually want to run away from me at any time, right?"
"..." Nan Feng's mouth twitched, and his face was covered with black lines.
Are women's concerns always so strange and deadly? Why are they suddenly involved in such a fatal issue?
"Sister, can you please be reasonable?" Nan Feng sighed helplessly, "Have you forgotten that you have a passive skill? You can sense my mood swings and the truth of my words at any time."
"Whether I want to run away or not, don't you have any idea in your mind whether I have second thoughts about you?"
Hearing this sentence, Bibi Dong was slightly startled.
Indeed, through the bond deep in her soul, she could clearly feel that Nan Feng's emotions at the moment were full of magnanimity, apart from helplessness and a little bit of bad humor. He had no intention of escaping from her at all.
Realizing that he was indeed careless and even a little unreasonable, the panic in Bibi Dong's eyes finally completely dissipated, and his mood gradually calmed down.
However, in order to maintain the dignity of Pope, she still snorted coldly, looked past Nan Feng, and glanced at the round table not far away that was filled with account books, directories, and island reconstruction plans.
"Since you're not running away, why did you suddenly go to this ghost place overseas and cause trouble? What are you doing here?"
Bibi Dong stared at him coldly. "Stop trying to deal with me with your random nonsense. Can you get out of a table of island planning books just by walking around? You came to this remote place to dominate the mountain and become the king?"
Nan Feng was happy. "Why didn't you say I came to be the Pirate King?"
"Do you think you are funny? Are you that boring?" Bibi Dong glared at him.
"Okay, okay, I said, I said it's not okay."
Nan Feng sighed, "Put me down first and let me drink some water. Let's sit down and talk slowly, okay? Looking at your dusty appearance, you haven't even Soul Power adjusted your breath well. You just flew all the way from Spirit City without rest, right? Are you hungry? Do you want me to get you something to eat first?"
Bibi Dong let go of his hand with a cold face, letting Nan Feng fall lightly to the ground. "No appetite."
Nan Feng didn't care about her cold face, and diligently pulled her to sit down on the large tiger-skin chair. He poured her a cup of warm tea and stuffed it into her hand. Then he pulled up a small stool and sat next to her, and began to explain the real purpose of his trip.
"First of all, the first thing is also the most important thing. I came overseas to find high-end Soul Ring for your Second Martial Soul in advance. I am not here to fool around."
Nan Feng put away the smile on his face, and his expression became serious. "Your Soul-Eater Spider Emperor still has three vacancies. The Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast in this sea, and even the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King that is close to a million years old, are our next goals. If we don't find out in advance, how can we help you break through level 99?"
Hearing that it was for his Soul Ring and strength, the coldness in Bibi Dong's eyes dissipated a little, and he picked up the tea cup and took a sip. "Then what's going on with this Purple Pearl Island and Heaven Dou City?"
"That's the second thing."
Nan Feng leaned on the chair and explained, "I came to Purple Pearl Island because I stopped by Heaven Dou City a few days ago and went to the Moonlight Pavilion to look for Tang Yuehua. By the way, I deceived the old emperor Xue Ye into being lame."
"In the eyes of that old emperor, I successfully established the identity of Peak Douluo, who comes from Sea God Island and has a cultivation level as high as Level 98. By the way, I was given the title of 'Demon God'."
"Demon God Douluo?" Bibi Dong looked at Nan Feng's pink and beautiful loli face, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
"That's not the point. The point is the situation!"
Nan Feng raised his fingers and knocked on the table. "Now Spirit Hall's momentum is too strong. The two empires and those sects must be extremely nervous and frightened. When people are in extreme fear and despair, they will desperately jump over the wall and attack in advance."
"In order to prevent them from causing trouble for us with the intention of dying together, I have to give them a sense of security and find them a false hope."
"For example, this holy land of Soul Master, which is far overseas, has a profound history, and had a bloody feud with the Spirit Hall - Sea God Island!"
"If Sea God Island is willing to come forward and secretly establish some kind of contact or alliance with the two empires, it will give them the confidence to face Spirit Hall. The more they fear Spirit Hall's butcher knife, the more fanatically they will rely on and trust Sea God Island as a life-saving straw."
"Spirit Hall is pressing harder and harder on the surface, constantly exerting suffocating pressure; while I, wearing the vest of Sea God Island's top management, secretly continue to give them confidence, confidence and false promises."
"Think about it, Dong'er."
Nan Feng moved closer to Bibi Dong, "When they thought they had gathered the most powerful allies and were confidently preparing to fight Spirit Hall... if the time comes,, the truth was suddenly revealed. The Sea God Island 'Demon God Douluo' they regarded as their savior was actually Spirit Hall, and even me, the mastermind behind the Spirit Hall."
"Guess what the reactions of the emperors of the two empires and the people of those sects will be?"
Hearing this extremely vicious plan, even an iron-blooded Pope like Bibi Dong, who climbed up on a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, couldn't help but feel a deep chill, and even had goosebumps on his arms.
One hand is black and the other is white.
While using absolute violence to force the opponent into a desperate situation, he pretends to be a god and gives the opponent false hope, and then cruelly tears that layer of hope to pieces at the peak of the opponent's most hopeful hope!
"If the truth is revealed..." Bibi Dong took a breath.
"That's right."
Nan Feng's smile grew stronger:
"The moment the truth is revealed, the psychological defenses and resistance will of the two empires will instantly fall to the bottom or even be directly shattered!"
"The huge sense of fear and absurdity of being played in the palm of their hands like ants in the dark will drain them of their last vestige of resistance."
"They will completely collapse and fall into despair that they cannot extricate themselves from."
Nan Feng picked up the tea cup in front of him and lightly touched the cup in Bibi Dong's hand, making a crisp sound.
"I've said it many times, killing is just the lowest level of means."
Nan Feng drank the tea in one gulp:
"The bottom is to attack the city, and the top is to attack the heart!"