"The funniest thing is yet to come!"
Bibi Dong pointed to the yard outside the palace, his fingers trembling:
"Last night! I was tired all day long and my bones were almost falling apart. I just wanted to come back and have a good sleep!"
"As soon as I walked in, I saw you roasting mutton in my bedroom! You made the whole yard full of smoke! You trampled my flowers to pieces!"
"Do you know how angry I was at that time?!"
"I'm working my ass off outside, and when I come back, I want to see you demolishing your house there?!"
"But I endured it!"
Bibi Dong took a deep breath, his voice choked up:
"I was thinking about the incomprehensible questions you made during the day, and thought that your brain might have been stimulated and there was something wrong with it. I don't share your experience!"
"I thought since you want to make trouble, I will treat you like a child, make trouble with you, have a meal with you, and calmly ask you what's wrong and if you have anything to hide."
"Result?!"
Bibi Dong sneered, and tears finally couldn't help but fall down:
"You fucking did it again!"
"What about the power of God? What about Qian Renxue? What about your Soul Blood Pact? It's a lot of nonsense!"
"Just don't tell me what's wrong with you!"
"But even then, I still endured it!"
"Okay! Then what?!"
"You are missing!"
Bibi Dong stood up suddenly, rushed to Nan Feng in a few steps, grabbed his collar, and his voice became hysterical again:
"No one has been seen all day! You didn't even fart! I couldn't find you even if I tried to look for you!"
"I'm worried if you are really crazy! If something happened to you!"
"Now that I'm finally back, what's the result?!"
"This happens again when we meet! You have to draw a clear line with me again! You have to live or die again!"
"Nan Feng! Are you done yet?!"
"Do you think my life is too long, and you would be willing to piss me off to death?!"
"Ah?!"
"Speak!!"
Nan Feng was completely dumbfounded when he looked at the woman in front of him who was crying so hard but was so fierce.
He opened his mouth, wanting to defend, but found that he seemed to... really have nothing to say.
Isn't this... this script wrong?
He was obviously the one who came to call for punishment, and he obviously wanted to show his determination and coldness. Why was it that he was being punished now?
And...
Listening to what she said, it seemed, probably, maybe...
Is it true that he was a little too pretentious?
"That..."
Nan Feng swallowed, his eyes wandered, and his momentum instantly weakened a lot:
"Then... don't be so excited..."
"Excessive anger is harmful to the body and prone to wrinkles..."
"Get out!!"
"Bang--!"
The heavy door of the dormitory was slammed shut only 0.01 centimeters in front of the tip of his nose, and the strong wind blew up the broken hair on Nan Feng's forehead.
Nan Feng sat on the cold jade steps, maintaining the posture of being kicked out, looking at the closed door in front of him in confusion.
The night wind blew by, picking up a few fallen leaves, which looked particularly desolate.
"No..."
Nan Feng blinked, his mind turned into a mess.
"Did I just... educate Qian Renxue?"
He raised his hand and scratched his head stiffly.
Just ten minutes ago, he was in the imperial kitchen, pointing at Qian Renxue's forehead like a philosopher, and lecturing her righteously:
"Don't be too self-righteous to impose your will on others."
"Don't think that because I have put in the effort, others should be moved by it as a matter of course."
"That's stupidity and self-impression."
Those words are still ringing in my ears, ringing loudly.
What's the result?
He turned around and ran to Bibi Dong, and acted out a painful scene of "I have paid so much for you, but you don't trust me, so I am very hurt, and I want to draw a clear line with you."
"..."
Nan Feng's mouth twitched fiercely.
This boomerang hits so accurately, it really hurts.
How is he educating Qian Renxue? He is clearly looking in the mirror and scolding himself!
"And..."
Nan Feng began to overturn the market.
If you look at it from the perspective of Bibi Dong...
She had just become Pope, faced with internal and external troubles, and was too busy to keep her feet off the ground.
And what about him?
First, he inexplicably made a crazy statement about "you will kill me in the future";
Then she disappeared for a whole day, which frightened her;
After finally coming back, even if I don't help, I have to break up with her;
Even when she was the most tired, she even had a barbecue and demolished the house where she slept!
Finally, when she couldn't bear it anymore and exploded, he said with an aggrieved face, "You don't believe me, I'm so sad."
"..."
Nan Feng covered his face in pain.
"Holy shit..."
"I'm really an idiot."
Is this more than just a little too much?
This is simply a form of demonic possession, making trouble unreasonably, and just looking for trouble!
Fortunately, he still thinks that he is a calm and rational mastermind behind the scenes, and a chess player who can make every move.
After a long period of trouble, the clown turned out to be me?
"Awkward..."
Nan Feng sat on the ground, his toes almost touching the floor tiles to create three bedrooms and one living room.
The handsome look of "decided to leave" and "heartbroken" just now has completely collapsed.
Now that you have been kicked out by others, do you still want to lose face?
Nan Feng sat on the cold steps and hesitated for less than three seconds.
"Tsk."
He smacked his lips, patted his butt and stood up.
"Forget it, why do you need more face?"
He's not the kind of kid who's still in his teens and values face more than his life.
Things like face and dignity were already sold by him by the pound when he decided to become a parasite in order to survive.
What's more, he is a reasonable person.
According to the tearful accusation made by Bibi Dong just now, combined with the results of his review just now, what happened in the past few days... it is indeed his problem that is relatively big.
You must admit when you are wrong, and you must stand upright when you are beaten.
He is not the kind of idiot who knows he is wrong but still insists on being stubborn for the so-called face.
He has always been a good boy who corrects his mistakes when he realizes them.
Thinking of this, Nan Feng took a deep breath, adjusted his expression, and put his hand on the heavy door again.
"Squeak--"
The light in the bedroom was dim, with only a Soul Guidance Lamp beside the bed emitting a soft halo.
Bibi Dong was already lying on his side on the bed, with his back to the door, covered with a thin quilt, breathing steadily, and seemed to have fallen asleep.
But Nan Feng knew that she didn't sleep.
He walked over lightly and slowly approached the bed. Then, he carefully opened a corner of the quilt and got in with extremely smooth movements.
Immediately afterwards, he hugged Bibi Dong's soft body from behind.
"Get out!"
Bibi Dong's body tensed suddenly, and he subconsciously tried to use Soul Power to knock him away.
"No, no, no! It's wrong, wrong!"
Nan Feng was on guard for a long time. He quickly grabbed her hands and held them firmly in his palms. He pressed his whole body against her back like a rogue, not giving her a chance to exert any force:
"What a mistake! This time I really know I was wrong!"
"It's because I'm out of my mind, because I'm stupid, because I don't know what's good or bad."
"Master His Holiness the Pope has a lot, don't be like a spider with a bad brain, okay?"
Bibi Dong struggled twice and found that the bastard had exhausted his strength and was too lazy to move anymore. She snorted coldly, closed her eyes, and didn't want to pay attention to him at all.
Seeing that she no longer resisted, Nan Feng breathed a sigh of relief, rested his chin on her shoulder, and said in a sincere tone:
"Dong'er...His Holiness the Pope... I really reflect on it."
"I thought about it just now, and I did go too far."
"I will try to be calmer from now on. No matter what happens, I will think through it first. I will never want to make it happen again. I will definitely discuss it with you before doing anything, and I will never mess up again."
"Heh."
Bibi Dong closed his eyes and sneered:
"Count yourself how many times you have said this kind of nonsense?"
"Nan Feng, your credit with me has long been overdrawn into a negative number. Do you think I will still believe you?"
"This time is different! This time there is an objective reason!"
Nan Feng quickly defended, with a hint of grievance in his tone:
"I really don't blame me for talking about the train before. It was mainly because of that Rakshasa Secret Realm!"
"Ever since my mind was hit by the evil thoughts last time, it's like a boiling pot. I can't calm down at all. I've been in an inexplicable state of excitement and irritability."
"There are some things that I rationally want to be prudent about, but once the emotions come up and my mind gets hot, I can't control myself."
Nan Feng buried his face in Bibi Dong's neck and rubbed it:
"So subconsciously I was particularly afraid of that ghost place. It was really a psychological shadow."
"But in the past few days, you have been threatening me with the Rakshasa Secret Realm, saying that you want to go in and wake up."
"As soon as I heard these words, my hair went crazy! As soon as the fear came up, I started to go crazy and started talking nonsense."
Having said this, Nan Feng loosened his hand a little and turned Bibi Dong's body over so that she faced him.
He looked at Bibi Dong's still cold eyes and said seriously:
"So I admit that I have a lot of responsibility for going crazy these days, losing my temper, and trying to draw a clear line with you. I am a fool."
"But..."
Nan Feng changed the subject and said confidently:
"You are also responsible."
"If you don't scare me, if you don't use that damn place to stimulate me, can I have a stress reaction?"
"In the final analysis, this is a matter that cannot be slapped."
"We... this can be considered even, right?"