Bibi Dong looked at the man in front of him who was almost collapsed.
Through the unbreakable bond deep in their souls, she could clearly feel the torrent of emotions coming from him.
That wasn't staged.
The fear that penetrated her bones, the grievance of being abandoned by the whole world, and the despair of being unable to save herself in the face of the countdown to death... Like the tide, they washed over her Sea of Consciousness over and over again.
She was in a daze for a moment, even a little hard to understand.
Why?
Why did this Old Spider, who has always been crazy and arrogant, always moving forward aggressively and playing everyone under his thumb, suddenly become so fragile?
What happened? Is it just because of Qian Renxue? Or is it because of Qian Daoliu?
A trace of inexplicable worry just rose in my heart, and the next second, Bibi Dong's eyes suddenly condensed.
Wait.
What am I doing? Am I sympathizing with him?
Sympathy for this insidious and sinister Soul Beast who took my body, forcibly took over half of my soul, and told lies?
Could this... be him plotting against me again?
Could this be a ploy to win my sympathy, to make me drop my guard against him, and to make me willing to protect him?
After all, he just said it himself, he is a villain who will do whatever it takes to survive.
Thinking of this, the trace of wavering in Bibi Dong's eyes instantly dissipated, replaced by stronger coldness and reason.
She took a deep breath to calm herself down completely, then raised her head, looked directly into Nan Feng's misty eyes, and asked coldly:
"What does this have to do with me?"
"..."
Nan Feng's expression froze.
"Nan Feng, did you make a mistake?" Bibi Dong said coldly.
"We have never been allies, let alone friends. You are the intruder, and I am the victim."
"Are you afraid of death? Are you afraid of Qian Renxue? Are you afraid of Qian Daoliu?"
"So what?"
"If someone could really destroy your consciousness without hurting my life... I would be so happy that I couldn't sleep."
"What makes you think that I will save a monster who wants to control me all the time and may even take away everything from me?"
"..."
The hall fell into a suffocating silence.
Nan Feng looked at Bibi Dong, looking at her cold, rational, and even somewhat mocking eyes.
The layer of mist in his eyes caused by despair did not gather into tears and flow down, but seemed to be frozen in an instant, and finally fragmented and dissipated bit by bit.
Instead, there was a dead silence.
The emotions in his eyes began to collapse, the anger disappeared, the fear disappeared, and the grievance disappeared.
Only a pool of stagnant water remained.
"Heh..."
After a long time, Nan Feng lowered his head and let out a chuckle.
His shoulders hunched slightly, his laughter grew louder and louder, and finally turned into a low laugh full of self-deprecation.
"Hehe... hahahaha..."
"Yeah..."
Nan Feng raised his hand and covered his forehead. The eye exposed between his fingers showed no brilliance at all:
"I almost forgot..."
"I almost forgot what our relationship is."
"I am just a villain who took advantage of the situation, tricked you using despicable means, and took over your body."
"I am your nightmare, your stain, and your enemy that you want to kill with a thousand knives."
Nan Feng put down his hand and looked at Bibi Dong, with a smile uglier than crying:
"I can't figure out the situation."
"I'm just being sentimental."
"How could I count on you? You wish I would die early."
"Asking for help from someone who wants to kill me... I'm so crazy."
Nan Feng took a deep breath, then exhaled it slowly, straightened out his somewhat messy collar, and returned to his usual nonchalant look.
Only this time, beneath that carelessness was no longer arrogance, but alienation.
Complete alienation.
"Sorry."
Nan Feng bowed slightly towards Bibi Dong:
"I lost my temper just now and said some nonsense."
"Excuse me, His Holiness the Pope."
After finishing speaking, Nan Feng did not look at Bibi Dong again, nor did he make any further pause.
He turned around, walked out of the hall step by step, and disappeared into the long shadow outside the door.
Watching that lonely figure completely disappear into the shadows outside the door, disappearing at the end of the long corridor.
The door of the Pope Palace is still open, and the night breeze that comes in is a bit cool.
Bibi Dong is still sitting behind the large desk, maintaining the posture of indifference and rejection just now.
However, the moment that person's breath completely disappeared from the hall, a sharp stabbing pain came from the bottom of her heart without any warning.
The pain was inexplicable, yet so clear, like an invisible needle pricking the softest part of her heart.
"..."
Bibi Dong subconsciously pressed his chest and frowned.
Do you regret it?
For a moment, she did feel a little shaken.
Recalling Nan Feng's gray eyes that had lost all their brilliance, recalling his last self-deprecating laugh... She felt inexplicably that what she just said was too much?
After all, no matter what his original intention is, whether he is doing it for self-protection or for something else, the facts are before us.
In the past month, he has not only helped her solve Clear Sky Sect, a serious problem in her heart, but also helped her establish her power in the Elder Hall, making the old stubborn Golden Crocodile unable to raise his head.
Even when she faced Qian Daoliu, he was the one who stood up from the front and blocked all the pressure for her.
Without him, she might still be arguing with those old guys, still worrying about the war on the front line, and still being a puppet in name only Pope.
He was helping her, that was an indisputable fact.
Even... he was indulging her.
Whether it was her little temper or her unrealistic stubbornness, while he was cursing and cursing, he still helped pave the way for her.
"But..."
Bibi Dong took a deep breath, and the confusion in his eyes was quickly replaced by the forcibly aroused coldness.
"Isn't he doing all this for himself?"
"He wants to survive, to use Spirit Hall's resources to become a god, and to find a place to live... so he has to help me stabilize the situation."
"Yes, that's right, that's it."
Bibi Dong kept repeating this sentence in his heart, as if this was the only way to suppress the inexplicable feeling of guilt in his heart.
But the next second, another voice Youyou sounded in her heart, ruthlessly breaking through her self-hypnosis:
"If it's just to become a god... why would he provoke Qian Daoliu?"
"He could have used even more despicable means to force me to cooperate with him. That despicable and shameless Old Spider definitely has this ability. He doesn't need to get involved in the muddy waters of the Spirit Hall."
"Spirit Hall's power will not help him become a god. Instead, it will be a burden and risk."
"Why did he try so hard to help me fight for real power? Why did he offend Worship Hall for me? Why did he invest so much emotion and energy in this game that is meaningless to him?"
Bibi Dong was stunned.
She couldn't figure it out.
This is completely inconsistent with the "profit-only" persona of Old Spider.
Unless...
"No! No!"
Bibi Dong shook his head violently, forcibly interrupting his random thoughts, and the look in his eyes became fierce again.
"Nothing unless!"
"Don't be fooled! Bibi Dong!"
"Have you forgotten? He is a robber who forcibly took over your body! He is a lies, insidious and cunning Soul Beast! He is a madman who will do anything to survive!"
"What does his life and death have to do with you?"
"If it weren't for the fact that we can't get him out now, you are the one who should kill him the most!"
Bibi Dong clutched the red pen in his hand tightly, his knuckles turning white from the excessive exertion.
"Don't pity him..."
"You must not sympathize with him!"
"This must be his plan again! It's a cruel trick he staged to win my trust and make me soft-hearted!"
"He is trying to kidnap my emotions in this way and make me his protective umbrella!"
"Fake... it's all fake!"
Bibi Dong told himself over and over again in his heart, trying to fill the suddenly empty heart with anger and hatred.
She lowered her head and focused her eyes again on the official documents in front of her.
But.
The words that were originally clear have now become blurry.
The deathly silence in the hall, the power and majesty that once made her feel at ease, now made her feel something unprecedented...
Loneliness.