Nan Feng's voice suddenly dropped, revealing a creepy chill:
"If you dare to be impulsive or emotional in front of others, or even risk everything for some people..."
"For example, that waste Grandmaster, or some people who are not worthy of your efforts..."
"I'd be jealous."
"I would be very, very jealous."
Nan Feng's fingers slid down between her eyebrows and finally stopped at her heart:
"Once I get jealous, the consequences..."
"You can guess what I will do."
Bibi Dong trembled all over, feeling a chill rising from the depths of his soul.
She has no doubt that if this madman Old Spider is really crazy, he can do anything!
"Okay, today's psychological counseling class is over."
Nan Feng suddenly retracted his hand, returned to his lazy and casual look, yawned, turned around and walked towards the "room" that belonged to him deep in Sea of Consciousness.
"Good night, my dear His Holiness the Pope."
"I'm going to bed. Don't bother me if you have nothing to do."
"Bang!"
With a loud bang, the illusory door was slammed shut, and a lock could even be heard "clicking" from inside.
Bibi Dong stood in the empty Sea of Consciousness, looking at the closed door, with mixed feelings in his heart.
This bastard...
Is it really crazy or fake?
Which of his words is true?
The mountain wind howled and rolled up thousands of piles of snow.
In front of this fortress hanging alone on the top of the mountains, time seems to stretch out very long.
Nan Feng held Tang Yuehua and waited for three whole days.
In these three days, Tang Yuehua went from being embarrassed, angry and struggling at the beginning, to numbness and despair later, and now, she has even become accustomed to that warm but dangerous embrace and the faint cold fragrance on that woman's body.
Finally.
When the sunset on the third day was about to fall into the sea of clouds, a dull vibration came from the huge iron cable connecting the two peaks.
"Kang Dang--Kang Dang--"
It was the sound of heavy objects hitting the iron ropes, and the sound of footsteps intertwined with hope and despair.
The fog dissipated, and a group of figures in ragged clothes and tired looks appeared at the other end of the iron rope.
The leader has a tall build and a resolute face. Although his face is weathered and his eyes are bloodshot, his Titled Douluo aura is still as steady as a mountain.
It is Tang Xiao.
Beside him is Second Elder.
Behind them are nearly five hundred elite disciples of the Clear Sky Sect and some core family members.
This is the first echelon of the Clear Sky Sect's evacuation.
Second Elder is cunning after all, he doesn't believe that eggs can be put in one basket.
In order to avoid being blamed by the Spirit Hall, he proposed to divide the evacuation team into three groups and take different routes.
He and the sect leader Tang Xiao led the most elite front team to clear the way and rushed to the backup station as quickly as possible. After confirming safety, Tang Xiao relied on Titled Douluo's speed to return to the original route to meet the large troops behind them led by several other elders.
As for the ancestral land named Clear Sky Peak...
Now it is just an empty city left for the Spirit Hall to vent his anger.
"Huh..."
Stepping onto the solid ground, looking at the majestic and simple stone castle in front of us, which still stood firm after hundreds of years of wind and rain, and looking at the familiar "Clear Sky Sect" plaque, Tang Xiao let out a long breath.
The hanging heart was finally relieved.
"Here we are... finally here."
"Second uncle, it's still the same here. It seems that we haven't been discovered yet."
"Yeah." Second Elder finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Quick! Let the disciples go in and rest!"
Tang Xiao forced himself to cheer up. Although his body was extremely exhausted, he knew that he could not rest yet.
"After settling everyone in place, I will go back immediately to meet Third Elder and the others, and..."
Tang Xiao Before he finished speaking, his eyes subconsciously glanced at the square at the main entrance of the fortress.
Originally, the place should be empty, or there should only be a few guard disciples coming to greet them.
But now.
I saw it under the majestic "Clear Sky Sect" plaque.
An extremely luxurious and brilliant Gilded Soft Couch Chair stands arrogantly in the middle of the road.
And on that chair.
The beautiful woman wearing Purple Gold Battle Armor and Pope Crown on her head was lazily crossing her legs, and in her arms... she was holding a woman in silver who was blushing and didn't dare to look up.
That's their nightmare.
They are also their relatives.
The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the woman, coating her with a sacred and strange golden rim, making her look like Angel who had descended into the mortal world, but also like a demon from hell.
In deathly silence.
Nan Feng slowly raised his head, and he gently stroked the long hair of Tang Yuehua in his arms, as if stroking a well-behaved cat.
Then, he looked at Tang Xiao, who was petrified on the spot, with a bright smile on his lips, and broke the dead silence softly:
"Yo."
"Long time no see, Master Tang Xiao."
"Are your legs and feet... a little too slow?"
"Quickly retreat!!"
Tang Xiao let out a roar almost instinctively. The Clear Sky Hammer in his hand suddenly enlarged, and the nine Soul Ring were beating crazily under his feet. The pressure of Titled Douluo was like a flash flood, trying to fight for the last glimmer of life for the tribe.
"Second uncle! Take everyone away!! I'll stop her!!"
However.
Nan Feng, who was sitting on the chair, just raised his hand lazily:
"Okay, don't bother."
"The way back has been blocked."
Nan Feng pointed to the small village at the foot of the mountain:
"Spirit Hall's elite Soul Master have been lurking in that village for a long time. I told them that as long as I don't send a signal, they will stand still."
"But... if you dare to retreat now, it will prove that the negotiations on my side have broken down."
"Once the negotiations break down, it will be a full-scale siege."
"With just a few hundred of you old, weak and disabled soldiers... I'm afraid not many of those who go down will survive."
"..."
Despair spreads among the people like a plague.
Those disciples who had witnessed the terrifying power of "Samsara Death Realm" on the battlefield of the Strength Clan could no longer hold on anymore and collapsed and collapsed on the ground, their eyes dull and tears streaming down their faces.
They know that resistance is pointless.
In front of that devil, the so-called Titled Douluo and the so-called Clear Sky Hammer are nothing but jokes.
Even the self-destruction of Great Elder at its peak state couldn't hurt her at all. How long can this broken formation last?
"Bibi Dong!!"
Tang Xiao held Clear Sky Hammer tightly. "Why?!"
"Clear Sky Sect has sealed off the world! Tang Hao has been expelled from the sect! We have made the biggest concession!"
"Why do you still want to kill everyone?!"
"What good will it do to you to destroy us?! Aren't you afraid of arousing the public indignation of Soul Master all over the world?!"
"Tsk."
Nan Feng smacked his lips, with a look of helplessness on his face, "Look, I misunderstood again."
"I have said it many times, I am not here to kill everyone."
Nan Feng changed to a more comfortable position, gently patted Tang Yuehua's back in his arms to comfort her, then looked at Tang Xiao and said sincerely:
"I'm here... to apologize."
"..."
Deathly silence.
Everyone was stunned.
Tang Xiao was so confused, Second Elder was so confused that even the disciples who were paralyzed on the ground forgot to cry.
Apologize?
The culprit who killed three of their elders, forced Great Elder to death, crippled two affiliated clans, and forced them to seal the mountain and flee... actually said he came to apologize?
Are you kidding me?!
"Are you kidding me?!"
Tang Xiao was instantly furious and felt extremely humiliated, "Bibi Dong! If you want to kill, just kill! Why humiliate us like this?!"
"Alas..."
Nan Feng sighed, "This war, from beginning to end, was fought by those old immortals Qian Daoliu and Golden Crocodile."
"After all, it was Qian Xunji who died, the biological son of Qian Daoliu."
Nan Feng spread his hands, "If we go to war with the Clear Sky Sect, we will injure the enemy eight hundred and lose one thousand. Apart from avenging Qian Family's personal revenge, what good will it do to me?"
"But..."
Nan Feng pointed to the crown on top of his head and laughed at himself:
"Golden Crocodile gave the order, Qian Daoliu spoke, what can I do?"
"As a puppet Pope who has no real power and has been ostracized by the Worship Hall, what else can I do besides being obedient?"
"With a group of elders who don't obey orders, and a group of trash Soul Master who can only shout slogans, I will fight you with all my strength."
"Do I have a choice?"
Tang Xiao frowned, his eyes full of suspicion.
"You're talking nonsense!"
Second Elder said sternly, "Qian Xunji is your teacher! It is only right for you to avenge your teacher! How could you be forced?!"
"Shut up!!"
Suddenly, Second Elder was interrupted by a roar filled with resentment.
Nan Feng sat up straight suddenly, his originally lazy expression instantly turned ferocious, and a substantial murderous intention swept through the entire place like a storm, making everyone's breath stagnate.
"Don't mention that beast to me!!"
"Teacher? He deserves it?!"
Nan Feng stared at Second Elder, the hatred in his eyes making this old man who was used to seeing strong winds and waves feel a palpitation in his heart:
"Qian Xunji That beast deserves to die!!"
"Being smashed to death by Tang Hao with a hammer is an advantage for him!!"
"If it falls into my hands..."
"I will make him unable to live or die!!"
"Hiss--"
The whole place fell into dead silence again.
Everyone was stunned by this sudden outburst.
"Huh..."
Nan Feng took a deep breath and seemed to realize his gaffe. He quickly restrained his violent aura and regained his composure, but his face was still a little gloomy.
"Sorry, I lost my temper."
Nan Feng leaned back on the chair, looked at the confused Tang Xiao, and said calmly:
"In front of the Spirit Hall's army, I naturally have to say what Pope should say, and I have to uphold that hypocritical righteousness."
"But now, this is Clear Sky Sect, and it is your territory."
"I can... say what I want to say."
"Tang Xiao Master, please open the skylight and speak frankly."
"You should be able to see my current situation. It's called Pope, but it's actually restricted in every way."
"I have tried my best to control the casualties in this battle so far. Otherwise, do you think that Demon Bear, that loser, can survive to this day? How can you escape?"
"However, after I return, Worship Hall will definitely take the opportunity to attack me and even remove me."
"I need strength."
"I need... allies."
Nan Feng's body leaned forward slightly and looked at Tang Xiao with burning eyes:
"Take Clear Sky Sect and surrender to the Spirit Hall."
"As Pope, I will give you enough support and even give you a place in the Elder Hall to help you rebuild the sect and preserve the inheritance."
"And in return..."
"You have to support me."
"Help me fight Golden Crocodile, fight Worship Hall."
"Help me... really secure this Pope position!"
"How?"