"Since there is elegance under the crown, the moonlight should show its ugliness."
Tang Yuehua slowly walked to the piano table and sat down, took a deep breath, and gently placed his slender fingers on the strings.
"Zheng--"
The sound of the piano is melodious and melodious, like the sound of a clear spring.
Nan Feng leaned on the chair, picked up a piece of pastry and stuffed it into his mouth. While eating, he looked at Tang Yuehua with interest.
I have to say that this woman's temperament is indeed one of a kind. That kind of graceful, gentle and elegant charm is something that a strong and decisive woman like Bibi Dong does not have.
Tang Yuehua was playing the piano while feeling very confused.
What on earth are Bibi Dong here for?
Has Clear Sky Sect's evacuation plan been exposed?
Impossible!
Heaven Dou City's secret tribe is the last retreat left by the sect hundreds of years ago. Only a very small number of core members including her know about it. And it has never been used in the past few decades. How could it be leaked?
However, if it were not for this, why would Tangtang Pope abandon the army at this critical moment and sneak into Heaven Dou City alone?
Did she come to catch him?
The more I think about it, the more confused I become, and the more I think about it, the more anxious I become.
"Collapse--!"
Just when Tang Yuehua was thinking wildly, the strength of his fingertips lost control, and a harsh breaking sound was heard.
The string broke, and the sharp string cut her white fingertips, and a drop of bright red blood came out.
The sound of the piano suddenly stopped.
"Ah..." Tang Yuehua exclaimed softly, subconsciously trying to take back his hand.
However, she didn't wait for her to make a move.
A purple figure had already approached him instantly.
Nan Feng grabbed her injured hand.
"Your Majesty?!"
Tang Yuehua was startled and just about to struggle, he found that his wrist seemed to be clamped by iron pliers and was motionless.
Then, in the astonished eyes of Tang Yuehua.
Nan Feng slowly lowered his head, approached the bleeding finger, stuck out his tongue, and gently licked the blood drop.
Moist and warm.
"Well..."
Nan Feng squinted his eyes and let out a contented sigh:
"Sweet."
"!!!"
Tang Yuehua's whole body froze, and his mind went blank.
This... is this still the majestic and domineering Pope?
This is simply a scoundrel!!
Among Sea of Consciousness, Bibi Dong is even more outrageous.
"Nan Feng!! Are you sick?! What are you doing?!"
"You are... this is a pervert!!"
"Let her go!!"
"Calm down, calm down."
Nan Feng replied calmly in his heart, "This is called attacking the mind. Do you understand what psychological gaming is?"
"Now she is frightened. The more I act out of common sense and the more perverted and unpredictable I behave, the faster her psychological defense will collapse."
"This is foreplay, be good and don't make trouble."
In reality.
Tang Yuehua finally came to his senses, feeling ashamed and angry, desperately trying to pull his hand back. "Your Majesty! Please respect yourself!!"
But her little strength was no different than that of a baby in front of level 97 Titled Douluo.
"Don't be nervous."
Nan Feng did not let go, but gently rubbed the back of her delicate hand, with a creepy tenderness in his eyes:
"I just... don't want to see the beauty get hurt."
Tang Yuehua felt goosebumps all over her body. The weirdness and fear in her heart were intertwined, making her almost collapse.
"His Holiness the Pope!"
Tang Yuehua took a deep breath and asked in a trembling voice, "What do you want to do here...?!"
"If it's to humiliate Yuehua, you've already done it! If it's to kill me, there's no need to torture me like this!"
"Alas..."
Nan Feng sighed softly, finally let go of his hand, and sat back on the chair with a look of regret on his face.
"Mrs. Yue misunderstood."
"I have really admired Yuehua Pavilion Master for a long time."
"Just in time, take this opportunity to come and have a look."
Nan Feng looked at Tang Yuehua, his eyes became deep and pitiful:
"After all, after a while, this elegant, calm, and aloof Moonlight Pavilion Master will probably cease to exist."
Tang Yuehua's heart sank and he asked warily, "What do you mean by your Majesty's words?"
"The meaning is very simple."
Nan Feng played with the jade cup in his hand and said calmly:
"Clear Sky Sect is about to disappear from this world. What will happen to you, the spokesperson who is attached to the Clear Sky Sect and relies on the reputation of the sect to gain a foothold in Heaven Dou City?"
"Moonlight Pavilion, looks prosperous and popular."
"But in fact, this is just a castle in the air based on the strong strength of the Clear Sky Sect."
"Those nobles respect you because behind you stands the number one sect in the world, your two brothers, Clear Sky Twin Stars."
"But what now?"
"Tang Hao was expelled, Tang Xiao closed the mountain. Clear Sky Sect This big tree has fallen."
"The tree falls and the hozen scatters."
"Without the protection of the Clear Sky Sect, do you think Moonlight Pavilion can still stand firm?"
"When the time comes, will those nobles who once treated you with respect and those hungry wolves who coveted your beauty and Moonlight Pavilion wealth still be as polite as they are now?"
"When the time comes..."
Nan Feng pointed to the guqin with broken strings:
"Mrs. Yue, can you still play the piano as leisurely as you did just now?"
Tang Yuehua's face turned pale and his body was trembling slightly.
"This... I don't need to worry about it."
Tang Yuehua gritted his teeth and held on to his last dignity, "Even if Clear Sky Sect closes the mountain, we have our own way of survival. Moonlight Pavilion never participates in disputes between rivers and lakes, and only talks about romantic etiquette. I believe..."
"You believe it?"
Nan Feng chuckled and interrupted her, "What do you believe? Do you believe that Heaven Dou Imperial Family will protect you? Or do you believe that Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect will stand up for you?"
"Don't be naive, Yuehua."
Nan Feng stood up and approached Tang Yuehua step by step. The terrifying sense of oppression came again:
"Do you think your tribe can really retreat safely into Heaven Dou City?"
"Do you think... that so-called backup clan land can really be hidden?"
This sentence, like a thunder, completely shattered Tang Yuehua's last psychological defense.
"You... how do you know?!"
Tang Yuehua looked at Bibi Dong in horror, his eyes filled with disbelief.
Spare clan land!
Escape plan!
How could she know?!
"Sh--"
Nan Feng stretched out a finger and gently touched it to his lips, making a silencing gesture.
"Not only do I know."
"I also know that they... should be almost at Heaven Dou City now, right?"
"You said, if when they think they are finally safe, there is an elite army of the Spirit Hall waiting for them..."
Nan Feng leaned into Tang Yuehua's ear, whispering like a devil:
"Those old, weak, women and children, and those young children..."
"What will happen?"
"..."
In the elegant room, the air seemed to be solid.
Tang Yuehua stared hard at "Bibi Dong" who was wandering around the room as if visiting his own back garden.
She forced herself to calm down, digging her nails into her palms, using the pain to stay awake.
"She's deceiving me! She definitely doesn't know the location of the alternate clan land! It's been the sect's top secret for hundreds of years, and there's no way this woman knows it!"
"As long as I don't mess up, she won't get anything!"
Tang Yuehua picked up the tea cup and used the action of drinking tea to hide the turmoil in his heart, but his eyes followed Bibi Dong's figure.
However, Nan Feng's reaction was completely beyond her expectation.
He didn't press any more questions or put any more pressure. Instead, he walked to a pot of orchids and gently fiddled with the leaves with a look of admiration on his face.
"This orchid is well maintained. It seems that Mrs. Yue is a person who cherishes flowers."
Nan Feng turned around, picked up a calligraphy and painting on the wall and looked at it for a moment, then suddenly said:
"How about moving Moonlight Pavilion to Spirit City?"
"Pfft--"
Tang Yuehua almost spit out the sip of tea she just took into her mouth. She looked at Nan Feng in disbelief, completely unable to follow this woman's brain circuit.
"Your Majesty... what did you say?"
"I mean it."
Nan Feng put down the calligraphy and painting, turned to look at Tang Yuehua, his eyes were so sincere that it made people cringe:
"Look, this Moonlight Pavilion is so elegantly decorated, and Mrs. Yue, you were so elegant. It would be a pity if it just disappeared."
"I am a person who cherishes talents the most, and I also care about beauty the most."
Nan Feng walked step by step in front of Tang Yuehua, leaned down, put his hands on the armrests of the chair, and surrounded Tang Yuehua in the chair, so close that they could even feel each other's breathing.
"In the past, you had Clear Sky Sect as your backer, so you were able to do whatever you wanted with Heaven Dou City."
"In the future, if Clear Sky Sect is gone, you can find a stronger backer."
"For example... this person?"
Nan Feng raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said with ambiguous eyes, "With me, Pope, supporting you, you are still the superior Moonlight Pavilion Master in Spirit City. You can still do the things you like, teach etiquette, play the piano, and arrange flowers."
"You just need to... play the piano for me occasionally, drink tea with me, and chat."
"How?"
Tang Yuehua felt his face burning, not only because of this almost teasing move, but also because of the humiliating feeling of being treated like a plaything.
"Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty."
Tang Yuehua tilted his head, avoiding those purple eyes that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, and said in a cold voice, "Yuehua is used to the soil and water of Heaven Dou City. Although Spirit City is good, it may not be suitable for me. I don't need to worry about it."
"Tsk, you refuse so simply?"
Nan Feng was not angry either. He straightened up, sat back on the chair opposite, crossed his legs, and looked indifferent.
"Same."
"After all, even if Clear Sky Sect is driven away and killed by me, you still have a good second brother whose whereabouts are unknown - Clear Sky Douluo Tang Hao."
When Tang Hao was mentioned, Tang Yuehua's eyes trembled slightly.
"Tang Hao is a cruel person."
Nan Feng sighed, "Even Pope dared to kill, and he was even able to severely injure Spirit Hall and three Titled Douluo before retreating unharmed. Looking at this kind of record, who would dare to disapprove of it in the world?"
"With such a notorious brother here, even if Clear Sky Sect is gone, even if he is expelled from the sect."
"As long as he is alive for one day, these Heaven Dou City nobles may not dare to do anything to you."
"Even if everyone no longer supports you like before, they will never dare to offend you, the biological sister of the God of Killing."
"Really?"
Tang Yuehua pursed her lips tightly and said nothing. But this was indeed her last resort. As long as her second brother was still alive, he was a deterrent.
"But..."
Nan Feng changed the topic and his eyes became meaningful:
"What if Tang Hao... is gone too?"