"On the contrary."
Nan Feng patted the residue on his hand and continued:
"If you buy one made by Grandmaster professionally, it will taste top-notch and have a perfect texture."
"You gave it to me, and I enjoyed eating it. I can also feel that you bought it specifically for me."
"You save energy, and I have a good meal. Everyone is happy, and this is what I really mean."
Nan Feng stood up, looked condescendingly at Qian Renxue, who had a dull face, stretched out his finger and poked her forehead:
"Get it figured out, little girl."
"When you want others to feel your feelings, don't be self-righteous and impose your wishes on others."
"Don't think that because I have put in the effort, others should be moved by it as a matter of course."
"Think about it for a moment."
"Find out what people really need and what makes them feel comfortable."
"Don't just worry about yourself and impress yourself."
"Then..."
Nan Feng turned around and walked out, his voice echoing in the empty imperial dining room:
"It's an idiot."
As the last sentence of "idiot" fell, Nan Feng's figure just stepped out of the threshold, and the purple light around him began to flicker violently.
"Bo."
Like a burst soap bubble, the solid body instantly disintegrated and turned into countless light spots dissipating in the air.
The time limit has expired.
Sea of Consciousness, Bedroom.
On the originally empty big bed, the figure of Nan Feng appeared out of thin air. He was lying on his back, staring at the ceiling blankly, with exhaustion and boredom written on his face.
"Where have you been?"
Bibi Dong's consciousness condensed and formed immediately and came to the door.
"Where have you been all day? There has been no movement at all."
"This isn't like you."
Ever since this Old Spider came to her, every day she would either curse or make sarcastic remarks, or do some inexplicable and coquettish things.
But since the unpleasant conversation the night before yesterday, he has been completely silent.
As quiet as a dead person.
This unusual silence made Bibi Dong feel inexplicably uneasy.
"None of your business."
Nan Feng turned over, facing away from her.
"You don't need to worry about my affairs."
After saying that, he didn't want to stay for another second at all. Even though he was a little depressed, he still forcibly mobilized his soul power.
Buzz--!
Outside, Bibi Dong's body trembled suddenly, and Eighth Soul Ring lit up again.
In Sea of Consciousness, the figure of Nan Feng began to fade away, apparently preparing to launch Spider Emperor Avatar again to run away.
"Stop!!"
Bibi Dong became angry, and in a flash, he stood directly in front of Nan Feng, forcibly cutting off his contact with the outside world Soul Ring.
"Nan Feng! What on earth do you want to do?!"
"You run away when you don't agree with me? Are you itchy?"
"Or... do you want to enter Rakshasa Secret Realm again to clear your head?"
"Heh."
Nan Feng stopped moving, but he did not show fear or resignation like before.
He just raised his eyelids and looked at Bibi Dong with a dead look that looked like he could see through the world of mortals:
"It doesn't matter."
"You can come in if you want, and drive if you want."
"Anyway, I am just a parasite, and you are the master. You can play whatever you want."
"You..." Bibi Dong was choked by his attitude of not being afraid of boiling water.
"But."
Nan Feng Changed the subject, pointed at his head, and said in a Youyou tone:
"A friendly reminder."
"Since the last time I entered you Rakshasa Secret Realm and I was affected, my mental state has been very unstable."
"You should have noticed it too, right?"
Nan Feng took a step closer to Bibi Dong, a crazy red light faintly revealed in the depths of his eyes:
"Compared to before, I am easily irritable and out of control, and my mood swings are so severe that I am even afraid of myself."
"This is all thanks to that ghost place."
"If you feel that you haven't had enough fun, and if you still have the leisure and refinement to go there and be abused, then please do so."
"I can even open my soul and let you toss it."
"But..."
Nan Feng approached Bibi Dong: "If I go in a few more times, I don't know what I will become."
"Maybe I will become an idiot, maybe I will go completely crazy."
"Of course, if you are curious, you can try it."
"It's just..."
Nan Feng smiled.
"I'm so out of control now."
"If I went completely crazy and lost my mind..."
"Guess what."
"What will I do when the time comes?"
"Even I don't know."
Bibi Dong frowned, staring intently at the purple light and shadow with a dead face in Sea of Consciousness.
Unprecedented uneasiness enveloped her heart.
If it were in the past, although this guy was venomous, incoherent, and even crazy from time to time, Bibi Dong could feel that at his core, he was rational and even extremely shrewd.
Everything he does and every word he says has a clear purpose and interest consideration behind it.
That's "restrained" madness.
But now...
Looking at the man with empty eyes in front of him, who seemed to have lost interest in everything, Bibi Dong just felt like his heart was tingling.
"There's something wrong with your current state."
Bibi Dong said in a deep voice, "With your current mental state that may collapse at any time, if I turn on the Rakshasa Secret Realm at this time, once evil thoughts enter your body, you will not be able to hold it back. When the time comes, you will go crazy, and I will die too!"
"Why exactly?"
"Wasn't it fine before? Is it just because of those few words from the night before?"
"As for that?"
Bibi Dong really can't understand how this Old Spider, which has lived for a hundred thousand years, can have such a weak psychological endurance?
"Heh."
Nan Feng gave a short sneer and didn't answer her question at all.
In Sea of Consciousness, purple light suddenly flourished.
He forcibly mobilized Soul Power, who had just recovered, and directly activated Eighth Soul Skill, regardless of Bibi Dong's wishes!
Buzz--!!!
In reality.
Bibi Dong felt her body light up, and a purple-black figure instantly separated from her body and formed in the open space of the palace.
As soon as Nan Feng landed, he turned around and walked out the door without even looking at Bibi Dong.
"Stop!!"
Bibi Dong stood up suddenly, and the ninety-seventh level of pressure instantly erupted, directly sealing off the entire palace space.
"Speak clearly!"
Nan Feng's footsteps paused.
He turned his back to Bibi Dong, remained silent for a moment, and then slowly turned around.
"Words?"
Nan Feng tilted his head, "Didn't I tell you everything that should be said and what shouldn't be said the night before?"
"I expressed my fears and concerns, even like a dog wagging its tail begging for mercy. Please give me a little trust, and please give me a hand even in the future."
"But how did you answer me?"
Nan Feng spread his hands, imitating Bibi Dong's tone at that time, and said indifferently:
"What does this have to do with me?"
"If someone could really destroy your consciousness without hurting me, I would be too happy to sleep."
"Aren't these your exact words? His Holiness the Pope."
Bibi Dong is speechless.
That's exactly what she said.
"Now that you've said it all, now that you've made it clear that you don't care, you even want me to die."
"Then what are you asking now?"
The smile in Nan Feng's eyes suddenly faded:
"As you said, I am a selfish, lying beast."
"Since it is a beast, it should live like a beast."
"From now on, I will not interfere with your grand ambition and your Pope authority."
"As for my business..."
Nan Feng turned around and started walking again:
"Don't ask too many questions."
"After all, this has nothing to do with you..., does it?"
"Stop!"
Bibi Dong's body flashed and he was instantly in front of the palace door, blocking Nan Feng's way.
"Nan Feng! What on earth do you want to do?!"
"Speak clearly! What do you mean I won't get involved? What do you mean I won't ask any more questions? Who are you showing this half-dead look to?!"
"What do I want to do?"
Nan Feng stopped and slowly raised his head.
Looking at the furious woman in front of him, he suddenly felt a little funny, even a little funny.
"Heh..."
"This is really a big joke."
"Bibi Dong, does your memory not be very good? Or are you used to turning a deaf ear to my words?"
Nan Feng takes a step closer to Bibi Dong:
"I've made it very clear to you from the beginning."
"Everything I have done, all my calculations, all my plans, are just for two words - live."
"As long as it allows me to survive, as long as it doesn't violate this major premise, I can do anything and help you with anything."
"I will help you suppress Elder Hall, help you subdue Clear Sky Sect, help you secure your position as Pope, and even help you deceive Qian Daoliu."
"I thought that after I had done so much and showed so much sincerity, you would understand me a little bit and believe me a little bit."
"Even if you're not a friend, you're at least an ally you can back to back, right?"
"What's the result?"
"The result is the answer from the night before yesterday."
"In your heart, I am still just a damn parasite, a monster that may bite back at any time. You wish I died early, and you wish someone could clean up the door for you."
"In that case, what else is there to say?"
Nan Feng spread his hands with a dull look on his face:
"Since you are completely unreliable, since you don't want to believe me at all."
"Then forget it."
"I don't trust you anymore, so don't trust me either."
"I don't want to put my hot face against your cold ass anymore, and I don't want to play that self-impressing trick anymore."
"You don't have to worry about me any more, and you don't have to force yourself to believe in a monster."
"From today on, we return to the most primitive relationship."
Nan Feng stretched out a finger, pointed at Bibi Dong, and then pointed at himself:
"You are the host and I am the parasite."
"You take your Yangguan Road, and I'll cross my single-plank bridge."
"As long as you don't die, I will live. As for what I want to do, where I want to go, how I want to live..."
"That's my own business."