"Fear..."
Bibi Dong chewed these two words, a wave of fluctuation flashed in his eyes, but then it turned into worry:
"But fear is a double-edged sword. If the oppression is too great, what if they jump over the wall in a hurry? What if there is an accident?"
"Accident! Accident! Another accident!"
Nan Feng rolled his eyes helplessly, pressed Bibi Dong's shoulders with both hands, and shook them hard, as if to get rid of all the unnecessary worries in her mind:
"Dong'er, can you take those two words out of your dictionary?"
"If an accident happens, I'll take care of it, okay? If the sky falls, I'll hold it up, if the ground sinks, I'll hold it in!"
"Can you wake up? Can you figure out your current identity and status?"
Nan Feng's voice rose a bit, with a hint of hatred for iron but not steel:
"You are no longer the Holy Maiden who can only tremble in the shadow of Qian Xunji and depend on people's faces for everything!"
"You are Pope! You are the supreme master of the Spirit Hall!"
"You just crippled Clear Sky Sect! You made that tough guy who is known as the best in the world and would rather break than bend, kneel in front of you and bow his head!"
"What is this concept? This is something Spirit Hall's ancestors have wanted to do for thousands of years but failed to do it!"
"In the face of this achievement, all the bullshit qualifications and damn rules are all useless! Those old guys are not qualified to fart in front of you now!"
Nan Feng stared into Bibi Dong's eyes and said word by word:
"Be confident!"
"Straighten your back!"
"Actually, I wanted to say it a long time ago."
Nan Feng let go of his hand, took two steps back, looked Bibi Dong up and down, frowned with a look of disgust:
"Ever since I first met you, I've discovered a big problem."
"There's something wrong with your momentum! It's a big problem!"
"Too weak! Too gloomy!"
Nan Feng accused unceremoniously:
"As an emperor who is above ten thousand people and controls the lifeblood of Soul Master in the world, your aura should be domineering! It should be radiant! It can make people want to kneel down and worship you at the first glance, and they dare not look directly at you!"
"But what about you?"
"Cold! Dark! Dodge and dodge!"
"Just like a villain who hides in the gutter all year round and only plays tricks in secret! There is no such thing as the fierceness and domineering power to dominate the world!"
"This also directly caused your Divine Slaughter's Domain to be a lot weaker!"
"The real Divine Slaughter's Domain, when the momentum is unleashed, it will cause mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and thousands of troops will be terrified by it! And what about yours? You can only scare children."
"Dong'er, what are you afraid of?"
Nan Feng suddenly approached her, his eyes as hot as fire:
"Afraid of losing? Afraid of death? Or afraid of those rotten old antiques?"
"What's there to be afraid of?"
"You don't care about life and death. If you don't accept it, just do it!"
"Whoever dares to disobey, you will crush him! Whoever dares to block the way, you will kick him away!"
"This is what Pope should look like!"
"..."
Nan Feng looked at Bibi Dong's eyes that, although ignited a little fighting spirit, still hid deep worries, and did not continue to force her.
He knew in his heart that the change of mentality did not happen overnight.
In the past ten years, she had lived in the shadow of Qian Xunji, living in the nightmare of the secret room.
In order to survive and take revenge, she learned to endure, learn to make every effort, and learned to wrap herself in a cold shell.
This survival logic developed under long-term high pressure has long been engraved in her bone marrow.
She is used to making decisions before taking action, and is used to finding every escape route.
Now, she is like a gambler who has just won a huge bet. Although she holds the chips in her hand, she is still afraid of losing everything and dare not go to stud again.
Because she had lost before, and lost miserably, which was the pain of her life.
"Take your time."
Nan Feng sighed in his heart.
No matter how sharp the sword is, it needs to be sharpened after it has been rusted for a long time.
He has plenty of time and enough patience.
I looked at the sky outside and saw that the sun was shining brightly.
"Okay, after talking so much, I'm already hungry."
Nan Feng patted Bibi Dong on the shoulder, turned around and walked out of the Side Hall, returning to the dead government affairs hall.
He stood on the high platform, looking down at the group of bishops who were still busy writing, and waved his hand lazily:
"Okay, let's stop writing."
"It's lunch break now. Let's go eat and rest our brains."
"An hour later, we're still here, see you again."
"If you're late..."
Nan Feng raised the corner of his mouth slightly and did not say the consequences, but the serious smile already sent chills down everyone's backs.
"Yes! I sincerely abide by your Majesty's decree!!"
As if they had been granted amnesty, all the bishops bowed and left, as if fleeing, leaving this hall filled with a depressing atmosphere.
Seeing that everyone was gone, Nan Feng didn't shy away. He directly took Bibi Dong's hand and walked out of the hall in a big way.
"Let's go, let's take you to a good place to eat. This hall is so gloomy, it's off-putting just looking at it."
Bibi Dong struggled for a while but couldn't break free, so he let him go.
As a result, an extremely strange scene appeared in the Spirit Hall - two His Holiness the Pope who looked exactly the same, holding hands and walking side by side on the corridor.
Along the way, the guards and maids passing by had heard the news and were mentally prepared, but when they saw this scene with their own eyes, their eyes were trembling with fear, and they could only bury their heads low, not daring to take another look.
This is exactly the effect Nan Feng wants.
Whether it's a clone or twins, as long as everyone gets used to it, even if this violent clone does something extraordinary or kills someone who shouldn't be killed...
Everyone will also subconsciously think: Oh, that was done by the clone. What does it have to do with the noble and holy His Holiness the Pope?
His Holiness the Pope is innocent and kind.
Just let that lunatic take the blame for the dirty work.
Imperial Garden.
Nan Feng had already ordered people to prepare lunch here. The exquisite dishes were placed on the stone table in the pavilion, with the breeze blowing and the fragrance of flowers fragrant. It was indeed more appetizing than the lifeless Administrative Hall.
However.
As soon as Nan Feng pulled Bibi Dong into the garden, his footsteps stopped.
Beside the pavilion, a small golden figure was standing there quietly, as if it had been waiting for a long time.
Qian Renxue.
Seeing two "Bibi Dong" appear at the same time, Qian Renxue's little body visibly stiffened.
Her pale golden eyes glanced back and forth between the two of them.
The one on the left has an indifferent expression and cold and deep eyes. Even if he is just standing quietly, he exudes a kind of majesty and alienation that makes people dare not approach him.
That was the "mother" she was familiar with, and the one Pope she feared.
Although the one on the right has the same face, he stands casually, even a little lazy, with a careless arc at the corner of his mouth. There is no biting coldness in his eyes, but a familiar..."bad" look in his eyes.
That was the person who cooked her random stew yesterday, called her a fool, and asked her to call her "teacher".
Qian Renxue's complex eyes lingered on the cold Bibi Dong for a moment, a trace of desire flashed in her eyes, but more of it was a kind of shrinkage caused by being left out for a long time.
Then, she took a deep breath, turned to look at Nan Feng, with a cute smile on her face, and shouted crisply:
"Teacher!"
This "teacher" sounds natural and intimate.
In Qian Renxue's heart, although she still longed for the real mother who was related by blood to hug her, she also knew clearly that that was a luxury wish.
As for the "teacher" in front of her, although he said he was a monster and a parasite, he would cook for her, scold her, and make her stay.
That's enough.
Even if it's a substitute, even if it's self-deception, she is still willing to hold on to this ray of warmth.
Human beings are always seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages, even children are no exception.
However.
This "teacher" made the face of Bibi Dong next to him instantly darken.
She frowned, her purple eyes staring at Nan Feng, and a questioning thought blasted directly into Nan Feng's mind along the soul connection:
"What's going on?!"
"What teacher?! Why did she call you teacher?!"
"Didn't you tell me the night before yesterday that you had ended your relationship with her? Didn't you say that you had ended your relationship with her?!"
"What are you doing behind my back again?!"
"..."
Nan Feng touched his nose awkwardly.
How to explain this?
Should I tell her, "Oh, because yesterday I felt that you didn't want me anymore, so I started to use any means necessary?"
If I say this, the relationship that I finally managed to reconcile last night will suddenly drop to freezing point again, or even start a fight on the spot.
"Ahem..."
Nan Feng's eyes flashed, and he could only bite the bullet in the soul connection and began to lie half-truthfully and half-falsely:
"Um...Dong'er, listen to my explanation."
"Yesterday I really wanted to drive her away! My words were very ugly. I said I was a monster and a parasite. I even called her a fool and told her to get out!"
"But... you don't know how stubborn this girl is!"
"She was crying right there. She was crying so heart-breakingly that she hugged my leg and refused to let go. She wanted to live."
"I think she is really pitiful, and she is Qian Daoliu's granddaughter after all. If I really throw her out, if she gets hurt, won't that old lunatic Qian Daoliu come after me?"
"You also know that you don't let me really get in touch with her, and I don't want to get too involved with her."
"But I really can't help it. I can't help but beat him or scold him or leave him."
"So... I had to take a step back."
"I told her that I could let her stay, but the condition is that she must change her words. She cannot call her mother, but can only call her teacher."
"I am here to help you clear up the relationship! It will save you from having to pester you and call you mom every day, which will make you feel uncomfortable, right?"
Nan Feng's words were so sincere and sincere, as if they were all helpless actions.
But.
Bibi Dong looked at him, feeling the fluctuations coming from the soul connection.
The fluctuation was mixed with obvious guilt, evasion, and an inexplicable calculation.
"Really?"
Bibi Dong asked coldly in his heart:
"Nan Feng, do you think... I believe it?"
"Of course!" Nan Feng looked into her eyes affectionately.
"Of course you will believe it!"
Bibi Dong sneered, "Oh? Why?"
Nan Feng: "Because of love!"
Bibi Dong: "..."
"Get out!"