Nan Feng looked at Bibi Dong in the mirror, his eyes became a little deep:
"Don't you always think that I am too paranoid, a scoundrel, or even... arrogant and self-righteous?"
Bibi Dong didn't refute, because that's what she really thought.
This guy never negotiates anything and always imposes his will on her, as if he is the only one in the world who is right.
"Actually..."
Nan Feng sighed, "I didn't do this before."
"I once naively thought that people should communicate more and be more honest. As long as we explain the truth clearly and show our hearts to each other, maybe we will have more understanding and less misunderstandings."
"But later, as I saw more and communicated more, I deeply realized a cruel truth-"
Nan Feng's voice turned cold:
"Communication is meaningless."
"Communication will not bring understanding, it will only bring more prejudice."
"Humans are emotional creatures. Compared with cold and boring facts, they care more about their own feelings and whether this matter meets their expectations and whether it makes them happy."
"As for the truth? They don't care."
"If the facts make them happy and meet their interests, they will be merciful and believe them."
"On the other hand, if the facts make them feel uncomfortable or challenge their perceptions, they will not hesitate to belittle them as worthless, and even label the person who tells the facts as a heretic."
Nan Feng pointed out the window, which is the direction of the Pope Palace Square:
"Just like today."
"How much of what I said was true? How much was added? Do the people in the audience really not know?"
"Ning Fengzhi doesn't know? Qian Daoliu doesn't know?"
"They all know."
"But why did they choose to believe me? Choose to scold Qian Xunji along with me?"
"Because this is in line with their emotional outlet and in line with their interests!"
Nan Feng spread his hands with a mocking smile on his face:
"So the debate itself is meaningless."
"In this world, no one who is right wins."
"But whoever has the loudest voice, whoever can mobilize emotions better, whoever can confuse people more, whoever... is right."
"Do you think I'm being self-righteous?"
"No."
"This is what makes people conquer heaven!"
"Since people in the world are ignorant and only believe in emotions and not facts, then I won't tell them facts, I will only give them emotions!"
"Since communication is ineffective, then I don't seek understanding, I only ask for obedience!"
"I don't need them to understand me, I just need them to follow the path I have drawn!"
"As long as my will is strong enough and my methods are tough enough, I can define what is right and what is wrong!"
Among Sea of Consciousness, Bibi Dong was silent for a long time.
She looked at the man lying on the bed with an indifferent expression, and the complex emotions in her heart became more intense. She admitted that although Nan Feng's theory of "might is truth" is extreme, it is indeed terrifyingly effective in today's practice.
But...
"Since you only talk about interests and control."
Bibi Dong's voice sounded again, with deep doubts:
"Then why did you force Qian Daoliu on Qian Xunji at the end?"
"At that time, Golden Crocodile had been fined, and Elder Hall's power had been fully vested in my hands. Your strategic purpose had been fully achieved."
"In that case, he still had to push his limits, forcing Qian Daoliu to kick his biological son out of the family tree, and also pursue the title..."
Bibi Dong paused and his tone became solemn:
"Aren't you afraid that Qian Daoliu will really lose his patience and fight you to the death?"
"The risks of this matter far outweigh the benefits."
"Tsk."
Nan Feng turned over, lying on his side on the soft couch, gently rolled up a strand of purple hair scattered on the pillow with his fingers, and said casually:
"Isn't this just to give you a vent?"
Bibi Dong was stunned. "Take it out... for me?"
Nan Feng sighed, "You don't think I can't see it, do you?"
"Although you personally killed Qian Xunji and devoured his soul."
"But the resentment in your heart has not disappeared."
"On the contrary, that hatred is still growing day by day, growing like poisonous weeds in your heart and corroding your soul."
"Because although Qian Xunji is dead, in the eyes of the world, he is still the aloof Pope, the hero who died fighting to protect Spirit Hall. Even in order to maintain your Holy Maiden image and to take over smoothly, you have to pretend to be grief-stricken in front of others, and you have to hold your nose to respect the guy who makes you sick to the point of vomiting."
"You've been suppressing it."
"Qian Xunji's death did not bring you relief. On the contrary, this kind of torture of duplicity made you fall into deeper darkness."
"If this continues, you will go crazy."
Nan Feng spread his hands, "If that's the case, then I'll just do it to the end."
"Since killing him is not enough, then I will help you completely step him into the mud! Pull him off the altar!"
"I want him to be reviled by thousands of people after his death. I want to deprive him of all his glory and tear all his dignity to pieces!"
"I want to make him a complete joke and a shame to the Angel Family!"
"Only in this way, when you hear the words Qian Xunji again in the future, you no longer need to pretend to respect him. You can join the rest of the world and spit on his tombstone openly."
Having said this, Nan Feng smiled and returned to his lazy look:
"As for the risks?"
"If this revenge can make you feel better, make you have less nightmares at night, and make you feel relieved when you look at that damn ghost's name..."
"That's worth it."
"Even if Qian Daoliu is really crazy, at worst, I will just run away with you."
Within Sea of Consciousness, Bibi Dong listened blankly.
"You..."
"Okay, don't be moved."
Nan Feng waved his hand, interrupting her emotional brewing, "To put it bluntly, I also have my own selfish motives."
"I just don't want you to think about that dead man every day."
"Whether you hate it or love it, it is an extremely strong emotional investment."
"You spend so much time every day hating a dead man and thinking about how to curse him, aren't you tired?"
Nan Feng pointed at his head and said seriously:
"I don't like having other men in your mind, even if it's a dead ghost that you killed."
"Get that garbage out."
"Make room, think more about how to cooperate with me, how to survive, or..."
"Wouldn't it be better to think more about how wise and powerful I looked on stage just now?"
"Heh."
In Sea of Consciousness, Bibi Dong looked at that stinky guy and mocked with a cold face:
"Wise and powerful?"
"You push my face and use my body. What can I see? Look at myself?"
"Uh..." Nan Feng was speechless and spread his hands helplessly, "Then there's nothing we can do."
"You also know that I was directly sacrificed to you at the beginning and never experienced the transformation period. Therefore, my current soul form has always been that vague little light person, and my appearance has not yet been completely determined."
"But if you really want to see what I look like as a man, that's not impossible."
"You can pinch one for me yourself."
"Pinch one?" Bibi Dong was stunned.
"Yes, it's in Sea of Consciousness."
Nan Feng pointed at his blurry body of light and shadow:
"You can reshape my appearance according to your aesthetics and your preferences. If I am satisfied and my soul resonates with me, maybe I will really look like that when I have the opportunity to reshape my body or condense my entity in the future."
"However, you must be cautious about this matter. You only have one chance to transform, which is the chance to finalize it. Once it is determined, it cannot be changed."
"So I have never dared to make random changes, and have always maintained the vague image of this little light person."
"If you are interested, this glorious and arduous task will be entrusted to you."
Nan Feng approached Bibi Dong and warned in a meaningful way:
"But! I have something to say first!"
"Also, when pinching your face, be sure not to mix in any weird personal stuff."
"If you dare to act recklessly, I will also go crazy!"
Bibi Dong rolled his eyes at him angrily. "Go and sleep."