"Lin Yan, what kind of person do you think I am?"
The woman's voice carried a tangle of complicated emotions, and it was even trembling.
Lin Yan slowly opened his eyes and gave a rather strained answer.
"I suppose... you're a Pope with tremendous talent and strength?"
Honestly, Lin Yan really did not dare get on Bibi Dong's bad side right now, afraid she might lose control and casually drain him into a dried-out husk.
So he could only offer a defensive answer that left no gaps.
However, Lin Yan had still underestimated the severity of Bibi Dong's mental breakdown.
One moment, Lin Yan was wondering how to handle the situation before him; the next, an immense suction dragged him over. As though struck by "Universal Pull," he was seized by the neck in Bibi Dong's hand.
"Why is everyone against me?!"
"Why does no one understand me?!"
"Why? I'm clearly the victim, so why are they all blaming me?!"
Bibi Dong went mad without warning, roaring wildly in the bedroom. The pale, delicate hand she usually used for mining now clamped tightly around Lin Yan's neck, as though she would snap it the next second.
"Tell me! Why?!"
Black mist seeped from the woman's eyes. Once Lin Yan managed to see it clearly, he finally realized that Rakshasa divine power had eaten away at her sanity.
He hurriedly activated his interrupted Purification Skill again, while sending another surge of golden soul power into Bibi Dong's body.
Only then did Bibi Dong regain a sliver of clarity.
The woman still did not stop what she was doing with her hand, but at least she left Lin Yan enough breath to struggle out a complete sentence.
"Because... they only want to get what they want..."
Lin Yan struggled to squeeze a