Bibi Dong: I Can Play the Pity Card Too! Nan Feng: How Is This My Fault Again?!

"It was your fault to begin with."

Seeing that he had nothing to say, Bibi Dong became even more self-righteous. "If you didn't joke around with me every day and act so familiar, would I dare behave so shamelessly with you?"

"You were the one who lowered yourself from that lofty expert pedestal and acted like a child in front of me every day. That's why I dared throw tantrums at you like this. If you were really unhappy, couldn't you just use your peerless Douluo pressure to keep your distance from me?"

Nan Feng frowned deeply. "If I kept my distance from you, wouldn't all the effort I put into comforting you and building up trust between us have been wasted?"

"That's your problem." Bibi Dong innocently shoved the blame aside. "I'm just this hard to please. Being too distant won't do, but if you get too close, I can't help pushing my luck. It's not like you only found out what I'm like today."

"Good. Very good."

Nan Feng took a deep breath. "Looks like I really should teach you a profound lesson!"

Before his words had even faded, Nan Feng frowned and abruptly waved his hand.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—!

Countless crystalline gray spider silks, incomparably tough, shot out from all directions through the void!

Before Bibi Dong could even understand what was happening, those spider silks instantly wrapped around her limbs.

Then, the spider silks suddenly tightened, hoisting her into the air in an embarrassingly spread-eagle position!

"What are you doing?!"

Bibi Dong immediately panicked and struggled violently, but the Mutated Spider Silk was far beyond her ability to break free from.

With a cold expression, Nan Feng jumped down from his chair and walked behind Bibi Dong, who was hanging in midair on his short little legs.

Without another word, he raised his small hand and smacked Bibi Dong's pert rear!

Smack!

A crisp sound echoed through the bedchamber.

Bibi Dong's entire body trembled, but she clenched her teeth tightly. She neither resisted nor made a sound.

Seeing how stubborn she was, Nan Feng assumed she was still unconvinced and unceremoniously raised his hand again.

Smack!

Another slap.

Bibi Dong still gave no response whatsoever. The entire bedchamber was frighteningly silent.

Nan Feng suddenly felt uneasy. He stopped and turned his head toward Bibi Dong's face in confusion.

It was fine until he looked. The moment he did, he was startled!

Bibi Dong, hanging in midair, had tears welling in her beautiful eyes, and the corners of her eyes were terribly red.

When she saw Nan Feng lean closer, she abruptly turned her head away, desperately trying not to let him see her tears.

"What the hell?!"

Nan Feng immediately panicked. "Why are you crying?!"

"You nearly bit both my hands into honeycombs over the past month, and I didn't even cry! I only gave your butt two symbolic slaps. What are you feeling so wronged about?!"

Bibi Dong bit her lip hard and said nothing.

Yet the choked sobs she could not suppress had already slipped from her throat, while tears fell like pearls from a snapped string.

"Alright, alright, alright, I'm scared of you!" Nan Feng hurriedly snapped his fingers, withdrawing all the spider silks and lowering her to the ground.

The moment Bibi Dong's feet touched the floor, she glared fiercely at him with red-rimmed eyes, wiped away her tears, then turned and ran silently toward the depths of the bedchamber.

"What..."

Nan Feng stood where he was, utterly dumbfounded.

What the hell? That reaction wasn't right!

Could it be... being hung up just now had reminded her of some unpleasant scenes in that secret chamber, triggering trauma from being restrained?!

As soon as that possibility occurred to him, Nan Feng hurried after her on his short little legs.

Inside the bedchamber, Bibi Dong had already taken off her shoes and curled herself tightly on the spacious bed. Hugging her knees, she buried her face between her legs, her shoulders trembling.

Nan Feng cautiously moved closer and sat by the bed, his voice full of ingratiation and apology. "Um... Little Dongdong, I was just angry and wanted to teach you a symbolic lesson. I absolutely didn't mean anything else! I swear!"

Bibi Dong raised her head and looked at him with swollen, reddened eyes, her voice thick with accusation and grievance. "You bullied me... You clearly said that with you around, no one would ever bully me again..."

Nan Feng's eye twitched wildly as he pointed at himself in indignation. "Big sister, does this count as bullying? Can you be reasonable? You nearly gnawed my hands into spicy chicken feet!"

Bibi Dong ignored his excuses and merely stared at him fixedly as large tears began spilling out again.

She looked just like an abandoned little girl.

"Oh, my dear ancestor, I was wrong! I really was!" Nan Feng raised his hands in surrender and promised, "It was my fault. I shouldn't have bullied you."

Bibi Dong snorted coldly, turned away from him with her back facing him, and said nothing.

Nan Feng sighed, climbed onto the bed on all fours, moved in front of Bibi Dong, and patiently coaxed her. "I really know I was wrong. I shouldn't have tied you up with spider silk."

"You know that my body and mind have been somewhat assimilated by the instincts of the Death Spider Emperor. Sometimes I'm a little careless and irritable when I do things. I promise you, I'll never tie you up again!"

"Please be magnanimous and forgive me this once, alright?"

Looking at his little face so close to hers, filled with apology and an eagerness to please, Bibi Dong suddenly reached out with both hands and pulled Nan Feng tightly into her embrace.

She buried her head deeply against his not-so-broad chest, and the tears she had held back for so long finally burst forth, pouring out uncontrollably.

"You say that every time..."

Bibi Dong's voice choked with sobs, carrying a hint of coquettish complaint. "But the moment you're unhappy again, you start bullying me all over again."

Nan Feng froze, then awkwardly patted her back. "Well... I'm old, and my memory isn't good. If you see me acting up again, remember to remind me in time."

"Bullshit!" Bibi Dong snorted, rubbing tears all over him. "You do it on purpose!"

"Um..." Nan Feng awkwardly changed the subject. "If it really won't do, you can hit me a few times to vent. You can hang me up and beat me too. I promise I definitely won't resist. You can do whatever you want with me."

With reddened eyes, Bibi Dong held him tightly and refused to let go. "I'm not hitting you! If I really hit you to vent, then you'll have even more justification to bully me in the future!"

Nan Feng's eye twitched slightly. That logic was simply unbeatable.

"Then what compensation do you want?"

Nan Feng finally admitted defeat. "Most of the good things I had were given away before I entered the Capital of Slaughter. Other than the Soul Tools you saw before, I really don't have any valuable treasures on me now."

Bibi Dong sniffed and said in a muffled voice, "That... Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well you mentioned before. That place that can speed up cultivation."

"I want to go there."

Nan Feng froze, his face full of astonishment. "But you only returned to Spirit City from the Capital of Slaughter a few months ago. You're leaving again already?"

"I don't want to stay here." Bibi Dong hugged him even tighter, her voice muffled. "There are people and presences I dislike everywhere here. Staying here irritates me."

"Alright, alright, alright." Like he was comforting a daughter, Nan Feng gently patted her head and compromised. "Fine, I'll take you there. Once we make some preparations, we'll set off. I'll take you to the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well."

"Stop crying, alright? I really don't know how to comfort people."

Nan Feng let out a helpless sigh. "I'm practically a lonely old man nearing a hundred. You can't torment an old man like this."

Bibi Dong held him tightly without speaking, and her shoulders no longer trembled. She seemed to have truly calmed down.

However, from the shadowed angle Nan Feng could not see.

The eyes Bibi Dong had buried against his chest no longer held the slightest tear. Instead, they gleamed with cunning satisfaction!

You little bastard!

So you had nothing better to do than encourage Qian Renxue to use the pity card against me, huh?

So you were full of bad ideas and schemes to plot against me, huh?

This was called using your own methods against you!

I can play the pity card too!