"I just want to know the truth."
Bibi Dong was unmoved and continued to ask, "Why did you say that Qian Renxue would kill you? And why did you say that I would just stand by and watch?"
"Aren't we soul-fused now? We are like grasshoppers on a rope. Even if I want to stand by and watch, I have to consider my own safety. If you die, I can't survive."
"So, where do your fears come from?"
"Ha!"
Nan Feng laughed in anger.
He stood up, paced back and forth by the fire, and pointed at Bibi Dong's nose:
"Where did it come from? You really want to know?"
"Okay! Then I'll tell you!"
"Don't forget how Qian Xunji died! That was her biological father! He was killed by the two of us working together!"
"If that little girl Qian Renxue grows up in the future and learns the truth, that her beloved father was killed by her beloved mother and a monster, what do you think she will do?"
"Kill your biological mother? Can she do it? Blood is thicker than water! She still has feelings and desires for you!"
"Then where does she direct all her hatred and anger?"
Nan Feng patted his chest fiercely:
"Of course it's me! Me, the stained, despicable accomplice! Me, the monster who took her mother's body!"
"Killing me can not only avenge her father's murder, but also free her mother from the control of the monster! What a perfect revenge script! If it were you, what would you choose?!"
"As for soul fusion..."
Nan Feng sneered, his eyes full of ridicule:
"You don't really think that this kind of mortal power can restrain God, do you?"
"God is an existence above the rules! The current Soul Blood Pact can indeed bind us together, but that is because we are still in the realm of mortals!"
"What if Qian Renxue becomes a god in the future? What if you also become a god in the future?"
"You can't even imagine how terrifying God's power is!"
"What if she uses Angel Divine Power to forcibly strip us away? Or even... what if she asks other gods to help?"
"Do you dare to guarantee that this broken contract will still be valid? Do you dare to guarantee that you will not sell me in order to protect yourself or even for the so-called reconciliation between mother and daughter?"
Nan Feng became more and more excited as he spoke, his voice trembling:
"You think I'm confident? Do you think I'm sure of victory?"
"Stop making trouble, okay?!"
"I'm betting too! I'm cheating too! I'm walking a tightrope every day!"
"I don't even know if those gods can solve this broken Soul Blood Pact, but I know that there is a high probability that it can be done! If gods don't even have this ability, what kind of gods are they?"
"I originally thought that after I have done so much to help you stabilize your position, help you suppress Worship Hall, and help you solve Clear Sky Sect... you would somewhat trust me."
"What's the result?"
Nan Feng stared at Bibi Dong, the disappointment in his eyes too strong to be resolved:
"I'm working hard to think about you and pave the way for you!"
"And you?"
"You are still thinking about how to kill me!"
"Threaten me!"
"Even! You actually have the nerve to ask me now?"
"Okay! I said it! Do you know everything?"
"Then what?!"
"..."
The flame was still beating, making a "cracking" sound, and the occasional sparks flew to the ground and disappeared in an instant.
Bibi Dong sat quietly on the maza, still holding the pair of chopsticks in his hand, but the piece of meat clamped on the tips of the chopsticks was completely cold.
Faced with Nan Feng's hoarse accusation and those eyes bloodshot with anger and disappointment, she remained silent.
Through that strange connection deep in her soul, she really felt it.
The anger was like a fire, the fear was like a pool of ice water, and the grievance of not being trusted was like a needle prick, following the veins of her soul, clearly transmitted to her Sea of Consciousness.
Very real.
It was so real that it made her heart tremble, so real that she almost believed that the man in front of her was really desperate, was really considering her wholeheartedly, and was really a "good guy" who had been let down by her.
But.
Bibi Dong's purple eyes narrowed slightly, and the ripple that just appeared in the depths of his eyes was instantly frozen into ice by absolute reason.
Believe?
Why believe it?
What is the basis for this so-called "sense of reality" and this resonance in the soul?
It's that damn "Soul Blood Pact".
And who made this contract?
It's Nan Feng.
His understanding of this contract is far better than hers, and his control over the rules of the soul is beyond her reach.
In this case, who can guarantee that this "perception" was not forged by him?
Who can guarantee that he is not using some means that she cannot understand to deliberately project this emotion called "sincerity" in order to interfere with her judgment and penetrate her psychological defense?
Bibi Dong has not forgotten that this bastard has a criminal record.
At the beginning, in order to reassure her and make her accept his existence, he deliberately created an illusion, making her think that as long as she used the power of Soul-Eater Spider Emperor, she could forcibly take back control of her body at any time, so as to make her feel that the situation was still under control.
What's the result?
That's false.
That was just the bait he used to paralyze her.
In fact, as long as he wanted, he could snatch her body away at any time and even suppress her to death.
That was a perfect fraud.
So what now?
Could this heart-wrenching outburst and touching confession be the second "fraud"?
If she really believes it, really softens her heart because of this "empathy", really puts down her guard against him, and treats him as someone she can rely on...
Will he take advantage of this and try to trick her again at a critical moment in the future?
First, he took away her Death Spider Emperor Martial Soul.
Then he forcibly took over half of her soul.
What's next?
What does he want?
Her body?
Her status?
Or her... all of it?
Bibi Dong The hand holding the chopsticks tightened slightly, and the knuckles turned white.
She didn't dare to gamble.
She can no longer afford to lose.
In this world of the jungle, human nature is unreliable and untrustworthy. Even close relatives may betray you, not to mention...
The thing in front of me is not even a human being.
He is a beast.
It is a Death Spider Emperor that has lived for a hundred thousand years, is insidious and cunning, and is notorious in the Soul Beast world.
He wears human skin and learns human language, but the cold-blooded beastiality still flows in his bones.
Animal nature only cares about survival, pros and cons, and has no so-called loyalty and morality.
He is helping her now because it is beneficial to him to have her alive.
If one day, selling her can make him live a better life, or make him a god...
This Old Spider will definitely tear her into pieces and swallow her into his stomach without hesitation!
After thinking through all this, the trace of wavering in Bibi Dong's eyes completely disappeared.
She slowly put the cool piece of mutton into her mouth, chewed and swallowed expressionlessly.
Then, she raised her head, faced Nan Feng's eyes full of expectation and anger, took out her handkerchief and wiped her mouth, her voice was as cold as if nothing happened just now:
"Finished?"
"..."
The light in Nan Feng's eyes extinguished little by little.
"Is that your answer?"
"What if?"
Bibi Dong threw the handkerchief into the fire and watched it instantly turn to ashes:
"Nan Feng, you also said, you are betting, you are walking a tightrope."
"Since you are a gambler, you should be willing to admit defeat."
"What you call thinking about me is ultimately to protect your own life. Since everyone gets what they need, don't talk about yourself being so great."
Bibi Dong stood up and looked at him condescendingly:
"As for trust..."
"That kind of luxury is dead after I experienced that night."
"Stop trying to test my bottom line with this low-level trick."
After saying that, Bibi Dong didn't look at Nan Feng again, turned around and walked towards the bedroom, his voice floated in the night wind:
"After eating, clean up the yard."
"Don't let me see any oil stains tomorrow morning."
"..."
In the yard, the bonfire gradually extinguished, leaving only a few wisps of smoke rising in the night wind.
Nan Feng was sitting on the little horse, still holding the chopsticks in his hand, staring motionlessly at the closed palace door, as if expecting it to open again.
But unfortunately, no.
For a long time.
"Heh..."
A very slight sneer escaped from the depths of his throat.
With this laughter, the last light called "expectation" in his eyes completely shattered, and was then swallowed up by the endless darkness.
"Okay."
"Very good."
Nan Feng put down his chopsticks and his voice was strangely calm:
"Since you think it's a trick."
"Since you think human nature cannot be trusted, since you think that as long as it is a beast, it must be cold-blooded and mercenary."
"Since you don't want to talk about friendship, you just want to talk about interests."
Nan Feng stood up slowly and patted the non-existent dust on his clothes.
"Then I will... satisfy you."
He raised his hand, and purple light surged in his palm.
There is no unnecessary nonsense and no emotional venting.
The purple Soul Power rolled across the messy ground. The extinguished coke, scattered bones, residual oil stains, and even the alluring smell of barbecue in the air were all corroded and decomposed by Death Spider Emperor's highly toxic Soul Power in an instant, and finally turned into nothingness.
It only takes a few breaths.
The courtyard that was originally full of fireworks has turned back into the cold, dead and lifeless Violet Garden.