Qian Daoliu slowly squatted down, stretched out his old fingers, and gently placed them on Qian Renxue's wrist.
Warm and stable.
The external Soul Power was extremely pure and was slowly flowing through Xue'er's body. Not only did it dispel the cold air that had been freezing all night, it even warmed and nourished her somewhat damaged meridians.
"Sure enough..."
Qian Daoliu took back his hand and looked at his granddaughter who was sleeping with her mouth slightly raised, with a look of sudden realization on her face.
"I knew it."
"Even if you know the past, even if you know the truth, you are still not that cold-blooded Bibi Dong."
"You are the amnesiac personality, the one who has truly given Xue'er maternal love in the past few months."
Qian Daoliu stood up and looked at the direction Nan Feng left, his eyes becoming deep and soft.
If it were the original Bibi Dong, seeing Xue'er freezing here, he would just walk away indifferently, or even feel disgusted, and would never look at it again.
But this "madman" has a different personality.
No matter how cruel she said, no matter how cruel she did, she even showed that she wanted to kill someone, but in the end... she still relented.
Qian Daoliu sighed, and the idea in his heart that was about to be extinguished started to burn again.
Since she will still be soft-hearted, since she will still care about Xue'er's life and death.
That means that the bond between her and Xue'er has not been completely broken.
That means...
There is still a turning point in this matter.
"Perhaps, compared to the main personality that has been swallowed up by hatred, this madman..."
"That is Xue'er's real hope."
Spirit City, the most sacred and deserted city on the continent.
The wide streets are paved with neat bluestones and lined with rows of solemn buildings.
There were no noisy cries, no sounds of children playing, and even the air was filled with a suffocating solemnity and order.
Nan Feng wanders the streets aimlessly.
Most of the shops here sell expensive Soul Tool, rare herbs or Soul Beast materials. The Soul Master people coming and going are all expressionless and walking in a hurry, as if everyone is a screw in this huge machine, running numbly on the established track.
"It's... so boring."
Nan Feng curled his lips and kicked a stone away from the roadside.
This city is like a huge mausoleum, burying all the fireworks and vitality, leaving only the level and power of Leng Bingbing.
It didn't take long for him to lose interest in continuing to stroll.
Pope Palace, meeting hall.
Bibi Dong is still sitting behind the large desk, the ink pen flying rapidly in his hand, processing official documents from all over the mainland.
Nan Feng pushed the door open, did not speak, and did not return to Sea of Consciousness. Instead, he walked straight to the Pope exclusive throne beside him and sat down.
He just sat like that, supporting his chin with one hand, staring straight at Bibi Dong with a pair of strange-colored eyes, motionless.
One minute, two minutes... half an hour passed.
Even Bibi Dong, who has deep concentration, can't bear to be stared at by such a strong presence for a long time.
She felt some hairs on her back, and the feeling of being spied on and scrutinized made her feel uncomfortable all over.
"Crack."
Bibi Dong put down the pen, raised his head, and looked at Nan Feng with a slight frown:
"What's wrong with you?"
"It's okay, don't stay here in a daze. If you feel bored, go back to Sea of Consciousness to practice."
"Practice?"
Nan Feng sneered and did not move, "What's the use of practicing? This body is not mine. Soul Power No matter how high you practice, it's not mine."
"It's so boring."
Nan Feng changed his position, leaned on the back of the chair, and looked at the exquisite murals on the ceiling with empty eyes:
"I used to live in Death Canyon, although the environment was harsh, but my life was fulfilling."
"When I'm bored, I let the group of little spiders under my hands kill each other, and watch them bite and devour each other in order to survive. It's such an exciting scene."
"If nothing else works, I will take the initiative to find trouble with those Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast and beat them until they cry for father and mother, or I will be chased all over the mountain by them."
"At that time, every day was a struggle to survive, and every day I could feel that I was alive."
"But what now?"
Nan Feng raised his hand, looked at his slender and white palms that belonged to Bibi Dong, and suddenly clenched them tightly:
"Boring."
"It's really boring."
"I don't even need to practice because I'm just a pendant! These five senses are fake, this body is fake, and even this tone is fake!"
"Everything is fake! It's like I'm controlling a puppet, playing an extremely realistic but extremely fake game!"
Nan Feng's voice gradually became irritable. He stood up from his chair and began to walk anxiously around the hall, his footsteps heavy and rapid.
"This feels really weird..."
"At first I thought it was quite novel and even a little exciting. After all, I don't have to bear the risk of death, but I can also experience the addiction of being Pope."
"But..."
Nan Feng stopped, turned his head suddenly, and stared at Bibi Dong, the purple light in his eyes flashed fiercely:
"Gradually, I started to get angry."
"I have to accept the fact that I am dead. At least now, I am a ghost that lingers and is attached to others!"
"A poor guy who can't even control his own destiny!"
Bibi Dong was a little confused by his sudden outburst.
She looked at the man in front of her who was chattering and obviously out of control, and she felt a bad premonition in her heart.
"What the hell are you crazy about?"
Bibi Dong stood up and tried to comfort him, "Have you been under too much pressure recently? Hasn't Clear Sky Sect's matter been resolved? Everything is developing in a good direction..."
"Good direction?"
Nan Feng suddenly laughed, and his smile was extremely sarcastic.
He rushed to the desk in a few steps, slapped his hands heavily on the table, leaned forward, and his strange-colored eyes almost touched Bibi Dong's face:
"Bibi Dong, do you really think this is a good direction?"
"I ask you, why?"
"Why?" Bibi Dong subconsciously leaned back.
"Why don't you believe me?!"
Nan Feng roared, his voice full of suppressed anger and grievance:
"From the beginning, I have been thinking about you! I have worked hard, I have used any means, and I have tried every means to help you secure your position, help you fight against the Worship Hall, and help you eliminate your dissidents!"
"Have I ever harmed you? Even once?!"
"But what about you?"
"You are only suspicious of me! You are only defensive!"
"Just because I'm a lunatic who tells lies? Just because I'm an unscrupulous villain?"
"But who am I helping?! Who is the biggest beneficiary of all this?!"
"It's you! Bibi Dong!"
Nan Feng pointed at Bibi Dong's nose, his fingers trembling slightly:
"Why can't you truly trust me even once? Just once, think about me from my perspective?"
"What am I thinking?" Bibi Dong frowned, "What exactly do you want to say?"
"I want to live!!"
Nan Feng finally roared out, and this roar made the whole hall buzz.
"I'm really afraid of death!"
"Especially the kind of people who know that death is coming but are unable to do anything to wait for death!"
Nan Feng leaned slumped on the table, the madness in his eyes receded, leaving only deep fear and powerlessness:
"Knowing that they will kill me sooner or later, knowing that I am the heretic who must be eliminated."
"But because of you!"
"Because you can't let go of that so-called daughter! Because of your ridiculous obsession with the past!"
"I can only watch the threat grow up little by little! I can only stand aside and wait! Wait for someone to sharpen the knife, or wait for someone to be in a bad mood one day and come over and stab me to death!"
"Isn't this ridiculous?!"
"Is this so fair?!"
Nan Feng raised his head, and there was a layer of mist in his eyes. It was a self-deprecating expression of extreme despair:
"Bibi Dong..."
"Have you ever thought about what if one day your baby girl really pointed Angel Sacred Sword at my throat..."
"Will you save me?"
"It will still be like this..."
"Standing on the sidelines?"