"Those bloodless weaklings who dare not stand up, they will be afraid and terrified when they see the power displayed by the Clear Sky Sect in the audience and the pools of blood on the stage."
"The reason these people are making a fuss is just to get more benefits in the name of the dead."
"At this time, if you increase the pension payment, you can even give it 20% more than the standard."
"Not only will they not hate you, but they will be grateful and feel that His Holiness the Pope is the most benevolent person."
Nan Feng stretched out a finger and lightly tapped the tip of Bibi Dong's nose:
"Shock first, then appease, the order must not be messed up."
"If you give money as soon as you come in, even if you give them a gold mountain, they will feel that it is not enough. They will feel that you are using money to insult the dead, that you are weak and can be bullied, and they will even open their mouths like a lion."
"But if you put the knife on the table first, tell them: those who want revenge come here and die, and those who don't want to die, take the money and get out."
"This is to first extremely lower their psychological expectations."
"In the face of the threat of death, dignity and hatred will become worthless."
"At this time, you can give them a slightly higher treatment and give them a step down."
"They will instantly breathe a sigh of relief and feel that they have earned something. They may even be glad that they were not impulsive in the first place."
"Just like when I dealt with the Clear Sky Sect matter, I first used absolute power to crush and shock them, leaving them no chance at all, and then I made concessions and gave them hope."
"Even Clear Sky Sect, who is known as the number one sect in the world, is still a weakling, isn't it?"
"You think this is a mess, just because you haven't caught up with my thinking, and you are still looking at the problem with the same logic that you used to think slowly and walk on thin ice."
"Little Dongdong, that's not nice to say."
Nan Feng's chin rested on the top of her head, and his palm gently patted her back:
"In the past few years, under the shadow of Qian Xunji, you have been too cautious and too depressed. You are used to hiding yourself, used to looking forward and backward, and used to thinking of everyone as a scourge."
"In your subconscious mind, you always feel that you are not strong enough, and you always feel that if you make one wrong move, you will be doomed."
"So you are always timid in doing things, wanting to take care of every aspect and trying to make everyone happy."
"I don't deny that your plan is more stable and comprehensive."
"But that... is too hard."
"You have to pretend to be a grandson in front of Golden Crocodile, you have to act virtuous in front of the elders, and you have to be transparent in front of Qian Daoliu."
"You have to be cautious in everything and wear a mask every day. Aren't you tired?"
"Tired?"
Bibi Dong rolled his eyes and said angrily:
"I'm not tired originally! I'm patient and I can endure it! I feel that as long as I can achieve my goal, this hard work is nothing!"
"But!"
"Ever since I've been put through all this trouble by you, I'm really tired to death!"
"What used to be something that only required using your brain, but now you have made it so that you not only have to use your brain, but you also have to use force. I also have to worry about you going crazy, and I have to clean up all kinds of messes for you!"
"You said I'm not tired, who is tired?!"
"Okay, okay, it's my fault, I made you suffer."
Nan Feng got back into bed, found a comfortable position and hugged Bibi Dong
"Since you are so tired, you should take a good rest."
"Leave this mess in your eyes to me."
"I will take care of the conference in three days, the guidance of public opinion, Golden Crocodile's attempts to make things difficult, and those who want to cause trouble."
"Just have a good sleep and be refreshed."
"When the time comes, you just need to sit on that high Pope throne, maintain your nobility and majesty, and watch me perform."
"Okay?"
Bibi Dong looked at him and saw the rare solemnity and commitment in his eyes.
She opened her mouth, wanting to say "I'm not worried" and "don't screw up again".
But when the words reached his lips, they turned into a very light sigh.
"... Okay."
Bibi Dong closed his eyes again, his voice became smaller and smaller, with a deep sense of sleepiness:
"This is what you said, if you screw it up..."
"I know, I know."
"Go to sleep."
The candlelight flickered, and the palace gradually became quiet.
Bibi Dong's breathing slowly became steady, and his consciousness began to gradually blur in the warm embrace, sliding towards the abyss of sleep.
However, just a second before she was about to lose consciousness completely.
Suddenly, a lightning-like thought flashed through her mind, and her closed eyes suddenly opened.
Wrong!
Why is this bastard still staying in her bed?!
Although he is currently using Spider Emperor Avatar from Eighth Soul Skill, in terms of physiological structure, this body is exactly the same as hers. It is a woman through and through, and it is essentially just a high-concentration polymer of Soul Power.
But!
No matter what the body structure is, the soul inside it is that shameless male spider Nan Feng!
Moreover, sleeping with yourself in your arms... this feeling is so weird and perverted!
"Get down!"
Bibi Dong pushed his elbow back, hit Nan Feng hard on the chest, and said angrily:
"Go back to your Sea of Consciousness, or go sleep on the rocking chair outside! Don't just stay here!"
Nan Feng not only did not let go, but also put his legs up, wrapping her even tighter like an octopus:
"No less."
"Why should you let me go down? This body is half of yours, and that's half of me. What's wrong with me sleeping in my own bed?"
"And what I am using now is a clone, an energy body, and I can't do anything substantial to you."
Nan Feng confidently put his face on her back and rubbed:
"We are all women, what does it matter to you? Can you not think so dirty?"
"I'm dirty?!"
Bibi Dong laughed in anger. She turned her head with great effort, and with the help of the weak candlelight, stared at the face that was exactly the same as hers, but with an extremely unbeatable expression:
"Nan Feng, can you say it again in good conscience?"
"What are you talking about all day long? I am Soul Beast. I look at humans the same way humans look at spiders. I am not interested in the human body..."
"Actually?"
"When you were with me, how often did you not look for opportunities to use your hands and feet? You didn't sit down when you could hold me, and you didn't stand when you could cling to me!"
"And when we were with the Clear Sky Sect and Tang Yuehua before, don't think I don't know!"
"Were you simply taking hostages? Where did you put your hands? Where were your eyes looking? Are they looking at food?"
Bibi Dong sneered:
"You bastard are definitely not as stoic as you say! You are just a perverted spider in human skin!"
"Stop using apartheid as a cover!"
"..."
Faced with Bibi Dong's soul-piercing torture, Nan Feng blinked without evading his eyes at all, but instead tightened his embrace even more shamelessly.
"That's a tactic! Do you understand tactics?"
"That's called the intimidation of body language! It's to make you feel my sense of oppression!"
Nan Feng started talking nonsense, not caring whether Bibi Dong believed it or not.
Anyway, they just had a fight, and the atmosphere between the two finally calmed down. He was feeling insecure now, so how could he let go?
"I don't care, I'm not leaving anyway."
Nan Feng acted like a rogue and buried his head in her long hair with a muffled voice:
"How many brain cells did I lose just because of your mess? I am very weak now and need to recharge."
"And we have just finished our quarrel. According to human emotional logic, we must hug each other and sleep together at this time. This is called a bedside quarrel and a bedside quarrel, which is conducive to enhancing feelings and eliminating barriers."
"If you drive me away again, it's because you're still angry and you don't want to be even with me."
"You..."
Bibi Dong was speechless by his fallacies.
She tried to struggle for a while, mobilizing Soul Power to shake him away.
But although Nan Feng's clone was brittle, its strength was real. He shamelessly used Soul Power to absorb her skin. Even if Bibi Dong used his strength, it was like a dog-skin plaster that couldn't be peeled off.
"Let go!"
"Not loose!"
"Nan Feng!"
"Do you want me to swear on my conscience?" Nan Feng's hand began to move up dishonestly.
"Scoundrel!"
Bibi Dong cursed in a low voice and quickly grabbed Nan Feng's dishonest paw.
She no longer resisted, her body slowly relaxed, and she closed her eyes again in the arms of this "monster".
This time, she slept deeply.
The next day.
The sun shines through the gaps in the curtains and onto the soft bed.
Bibi Dong's eyelids trembled a few times and slowly opened.
What came into view was the familiar ceiling of the palace and the empty side.
That shameless bastard is gone.
Bibi Dong propped up his body and sat up, feeling comfortable all over, and his brain was sober as never before. The fatigue accumulated in his bones for the past few days seemed to have disappeared in this sleep.
But recalling what happened last night, the corners of Bibi Dong's mouth couldn't help but twitch.
"This bastard..."
She really couldn't understand, how could this guy be so shameless?
Which of the legendary Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast is not a majestic, domineering and arrogant existence?
But what about this Old Spider?
It was as if the four words "shameless and skinless" were engraved on his forehead!
In order to get a bed, he could make up all kinds of fallacies, and what about the "deterrence of body language"... Did he really treat her like a three-year-old child?
What made Bibi Dong feel even more irritated was that because of that damn Soul Blood Pact, she found that she really couldn't arouse too much hostility towards this guy.
Even when she was held by him last night, the sense of stability that came from the depths of her soul made her instinctively want to get close to him and rely on him.
But this is the scariest thing.
Reason told her that this was an extremely dangerous alien who was full of lies;
But her instinct was telling her that this was her most intimate half.
This sense of separation between reason and instinct made her dare not completely believe him.