Nan Feng waved his hand, turned around and blended into the darkness, leaving only a chic but indifferent back:
"I've said everything that needs to be said, even if my brain is broken."
"If you still can't figure it out and still want to get into trouble, then just keep feeding the mosquitoes here."
"Gone."
Listening to Nan Feng's merciless and even somewhat rude reprimand, Qian Renxue stood there blankly.
The night wind blew by, ruffling her blond hair that had been crumpled into a chicken coop, and the red and swollen mark on her forehead was still burning.
But, the strange thing is.
The despair and pain that seemed to tear her apart in her heart actually dissipated little by little with this "unreasonable" curse.
Instead, there is an unprecedented... stability.
She raised her head and followed the figure who was about to turn away with her eyes.
Ever since she was little, no one has ever given her this feeling.
Whether it is the grandfather who loves her or the grandfathers who hold her in their hands, the way they look at her is always doting and careful, as if she is a fragile porcelain doll that must be wrapped in layers of lies called "protection".
They told her that the world was beautiful, that her father was a hero, that everything was perfect.
But that kind of "perfection" was so fake that it made her feel suffocated.
And the person in front of me...
He would scold her, beat her brains out, mercilessly tear open the scars that she least wanted to face, point at her nose and scold her for being worthless, and even tell her vulgar words like "it's none of your business."
However, it was only in front of him that Qian Renxue felt for the first time that he was being treated as a living, flesh-and-blood person.
Not the young master of the Spirit Hall, not the descendant of Angel God, nor the little girl who needs to be coaxed.
Just Qian Renxue.
An almost pathological sense of dependence quietly grew on the ruins of this cruel truth.
Compared to her grandfather's gentle lies, she was actually more greedy for this bloody truth.
Nan Feng didn't look back, and he didn't know what earth-shaking changes were happening in the heart of the little girl behind him at this moment.
He just felt impatient.
He just reluctantly came out to be a "big brother" because Bibi Dong was so obedient and even pleading just now.
As for tearing through the window paper...
Nan Feng curled his lips, his heart full of disdain.
Hiding it? There's no point in hiding it?
These self-righteous adults always think that hiding the truth is to protect children. What is actually the case?
Concealment will only bring more suspicions and misunderstandings, making the originally clear cause and effect confusing.
Qian Renxue Why is it painful? Is it because of the truth?
No, it was because of the long-term deception and cold violence that made her fall into self-doubt. She thought that she was not good enough and that she had done something wrong, so she was hit hard in that dead end.
If the truth causes pain, lies will only make it worse.
It's like a suppurating wound. If you don't cut it open and drain it, but just cover it with gauze and tell her "it's okay, it doesn't hurt", the final result will be rotten to the bone or even amputation.
A moment of pain is better than a lifetime of pain.
"Okay."
Nan Feng walked a few steps, suddenly stopped, turned his head, and glanced at Qian Renxue who was still standing there stupidly, his tone still cold:
"Don't stay there in a daze."
"Dry your tears, go back and wash your face, and have a good sleep."
"The sun will rise tomorrow as usual, and the world will continue to turn around without anyone else."
"Remember, little brat."
"In this world, apart from life and death, there is nothing else..."
"They're just scratches."
After saying that, Nan Feng's body swayed and disappeared into the depths of Imperial Garden.
Only Qian Renxue was left, standing in the empty night.
She raised her hand and gently touched the red and swollen bump on her forehead. The cold and stinging sensation kept her awake.
A long time.
She took a deep breath, followed Nan Feng's example, and wiped away the tears on her face vigorously. The confusion in her eyes gradually faded away, replaced by an unprecedented determination.
"Besides life and death... all are scratches."
Qian Renxue repeated this sentence in a low voice, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly.
Although it hurts.
But... thank you, teacher.
Pope Palace bedroom, candlelight flickering.
Nan Feng controlled Spider Emperor Avatar, gently opened the door, and closed it with his backhand, blocking out the night outside.
On the bed, Bibi Dong was lying on his side. Although his breathing was steady, he was obviously not asleep.
Nan Feng was not polite, walked straight to the bed, lifted the corner of the quilt, and got in as if he were at home. Then, he hugged Bibi Dong's slender waist from behind without hesitation, and pressed his whole body against her like an octopus, with his chin resting on the crook of her neck.
"..."
Bibi Dong's body stiffened slightly for a moment, but she rarely resisted, nor did she kick him down like usual. She just closed her eyes tiredly and said in a low voice:
"Move softly... I want to rest."
"Yes, His Holiness the Pope."
Nan Feng was very sensible. He adjusted his posture, hugged the soft body tightly and stopped moving, as if he was holding a large pillow, and sighed comfortably.
There was a brief silence in the palace, except for the intertwined breathing of the two people.
A long time.
"How... how are things going?"
Bibi Dong couldn't hold it back after all, turned his back to him, and asked seemingly casually.
"It's all solved."
Nan Feng closed his eyes and replied lazily:
"From now on, Qian Renxue will no longer pester you like a follower, nor will he bother you with boring questions like whether you love her or not."
"..."
Bibi Dong opened his eyes suddenly and his heart skipped a beat.
She turned around and stared at "her" face so close by the dim candlelight, her eyes full of surprise:
"What did you do?"
"What did you tell her?"
"Nothing." Nan Feng yawned, "I just revealed a little bit of what should be said and what shouldn't be said."
"Although I didn't tell you everything thoroughly, and I didn't reveal all the bad things about you, but that girl is not stupid either."
Nan Feng opened his eyes, looked at Bibi Dong's suddenly pale face, and added calmly:
"Combining what she saw today and the loving education I gave her just now, she should have thought it through."
Bibi Dong's face changed suddenly, a trace of panic and anger flashed in his eyes, and he grabbed Nan Feng's collar:
"Nan Feng! How much did you say?! Who asked you to make your own decisions?!"
"Calm down, calm down."
Nan Feng stretched out his hand to hold her hand that she wanted to raise, and sighed helplessly:
"Why are you so excited?"
"I said, she is very good now, even much better than the little fool who lived a lie and worried about gains and losses before."
"For the sake of your life and death, I rarely showed mercy and gave the pampered Miss Qian Family a top-notch psychological counseling session."
"She'll be fine, and she won't go crazy."
"Psychological counseling?"
Bibi Dong had an expression of "Do you think I'm a fool?" and his eyes were full of doubts:
"Just you? What kind of psychological counseling can you do? I'll be thankful if you don't drive her crazy!"
"What?"
Nan Feng raised his eyebrows, looking unhappy:
"Bibi Dong, you can doubt my character, you can also doubt my unscrupulousness and ruthlessness."
"However, you should not doubt my professional ability in playing with... well, insight into people's hearts and psychological construction, right?"
"Who pulled you out of the quagmire of self-destruction? And who has fooled everyone in the world today?"
"..."
Bibi Dong was speechless for a moment.
Indeed, although this bastard has a vicious mouth and a sinister heart, he is simply a monster when it comes to understanding people's hearts and manipulating emotions.
However, that is Qian Renxue after all, the child who has been living in the greenhouse. Can she really withstand Nan Feng's simple and crude "counseling"?
"Okay."
Nan Feng put her in his arms again and patted her back:
"If you are really worried, can you get up early tomorrow and take a look?"
"If Qian Renxue becomes depressed, autistic, or on the verge of death tomorrow, then it won't be too late for you to pull me out and beat me up."
"But what if..."
Nan Feng leaned into her ear and said, "If Qian Renxue is well, he will even live a more transparent and humane life than before."
"Then should you... give me a reward?"
"Reward?"
Bibi Dong was stunned for a moment.
Then, her eyes subconsciously swept over Nan Feng's current body - that was her Spider Emperor Avatar, which was another body of her own.
Although her consciousness belongs to Nan Feng, the touch, temperature, and even appearance of her body are exactly the same as hers.
Two "Bibi Dong" were lying on the same bed, and they were given a "reward"...
Bibi Dong's face instantly became unnatural, and his ears turned slightly red:
"You... you are using my clone now..."
"What reward do you want? That kind of thing... don't even think about it."
Seeing Bibi Dong's hesitant expression and evasive eyes, Nan Feng was stunned for a moment, and then showed a strange look on his face.
"Hey, hey, Bibi Dong, what are you thinking about?"
"When I talk about rewards, I just hope that you will treat me better and be gentler in the future, and stop shouting and killing me at every turn."
"What does this have to do with whether I use Spider Emperor Avatar?"
Nan Feng suddenly came close to her ear, with a teasing tone and a longer tone:
"Still..."
"His Holiness the Pope, are you thinking wrong?"
"Want to play something... exciting?"
Bibi Dong became angry and raised his hand to strike with an elbow, "Get out!!"
Nan Feng didn't dodge, but grabbed Bibi Dong's wrist, "I'm not going away. You just promised me to sleep with you."
Bibi Dong said with a cold face, "I regret it now! Get out!"
Nan Feng raised his eyebrows slightly, "Are you sure? Qian Renxue hasn't gone far yet. If I get out and find her again, I'll say something I shouldn't say..."
With that said, Nan Feng let go of Bibi Dong's wrist and stood up.
"Come back!" Bibi Dong shouted quickly.
Nan Feng didn't look back, "If you tell me to leave, I will leave. If you ask me to come back, I will come back? I don't want to lose face? Just wait, I will..."
Before he finished speaking, Bibi Dong reached out suddenly, pulled Nan Feng back, and hugged him tightly.
"Don't move, sleep."