"Kill me? You? What could you possibly do!"
"Hmph, hahahaha..."
La Signora's body trembled lightly as she let out a delighted laugh. Then Bibi Dong watched her stamp viciously, over and over, into the empty air, bloodthirsty pleasure written across her face.
"Speak! Speak! Speak! Keep talking!"
It was Ji Feng's Illusion Technique! It actually worked on a Super Douluo!
Bibi Dong was almost delirious with joy. There was hope!
She hurriedly staggered toward Ji Feng, breathing heavily. Her muscles and bones ached faintly, but her emotions surged so fiercely that she could not feel even a trace of pain.
As she approached Ji Feng's body, Bibi Dong's steps stopped abruptly. Irrepressible anguish and grief welled up in her heart, and the tears in her eyes threatened to spill over.
What kind of body was that!
He was even more mangled than Bibi Dong had been earlier, when her chest had caved in and she had barely looked human. A high heel had stomped a long, enormous gash through his body from his chest, leaving his internal organs faintly visible. Scorched by flames, his entire body was crimson, without a single intact patch. Rather than one body, he looked like two halves forcibly stitched together.
"You'll be all right, you'll be all right, you'll be all right..."
Bibi Dong repeated those words in a hypnotic murmur. She dared not look at Ji Feng's face, much less check his pulse. As though fleeing from reality, she disregarded everything and hoisted his body onto her back.
Ji Feng's blood instantly soaked through her dress. Bibi Dong's heart ached, and she hated herself for not having a healing Soul Skill.
"Ugh... why... aren't you leaving? Taking me... will only get us both killed. That Illusion Technique... won't last long. If you go alone..."
An extremely weak male voice came from behind her. Yet that faint voice brought a sliver of comfort to Bibi Dong's heart-he was still alive.
Her throat tightened. Forcing down her sobs, she feigned composure. "Don't talk! I'll get you out of here with me! Don't say another word!"
"Just stay awake. We'll both be all right."
But Ji Feng seemed not to have heard her.
"Bibi Dong... your future... is to be Supreme Pontiff. Even without me... you can still become Supreme Pontiff. Now that you know the original history... you can live a better life. As long as that happens... that's all that matters..."
His voice was as faint as an insect's song, yet it carried a love as searing as fire.
"That's what gives my existence meaning. I only... wanted that..."
"So... leave me behind. Use Martial Soul Possession and escape with the Six-Winged Purple Light Wings! To carry me, you have to avoid poisoning me with the deadly venom that comes with Martial Soul Possession, so you can't activate it. Like this... you won't get away."
Bibi Dong refused coldly.
"Enough nonsense! I, Bibi Dong, have never failed at anything I've set my mind to! This time will be no exception!"
"Just be good and stay on my back! After this, I have plenty of things to ask you! Until then, this Holy Maiden forbids you to die!"
"..."
Ji Feng fell silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "This is only our second meeting. Why would you go this far?"
"I should be asking you that!" A trace of anger entered Bibi Dong's clear yet hoarse voice. "Why did you barge into my life without asking, tell me things I was never supposed to know without asking, give your life for me without asking-and now decide to leave without asking!"
"And now you want me to abandon you without a second thought? I can't do that! Once this is over, I'm going to teach you a harsh lesson, you self-important, presumptuous idiot! So until then, I forbid you to die!"
"Since you came here for me, your life belongs to me from now on! I won't allow you to defy me! I'm telling you to lie still, so stop spouting nonsense!"
"Heh, hahaha... cough, cough... I really did... fall for the right person. Bibi Dong... you're even more captivating than I imagined... I... love you."
Ji Feng suddenly let out a soft laugh, only to choke and cough uncontrollably. Her heart aching, Bibi Dong told him not to laugh anymore.
Then Bibi Dong said, "That's right. Compared to that idiot of a female Supreme Pontiff in your world, I'm a hundred times better. Take a good look at this Holy Maiden's charms! And stop treating me and that Bibi Dong as the same person. You barely even knew her, so why keep pining for her? She loves Yu Xiaogang, but you're the one I care about! Just think of me, with all your heart!"
"Bibi Dong... I love you. Whether you love me or not... I love you."
Ji Feng's voice suddenly began to grow ethereal, drifting farther and farther away.
"I'm... a man whose mouth is full of lies."
"Forgive me... this is the last time."
A terrible premonition suddenly rose in Bibi Dong's heart. She felt the weight on her back gradually fade. Turning her head, she saw Ji Feng's figure slowly become an illusory afterimage, dissipating in the wind.
"What are you doing! No! When did you- You bastard! Who gave you permission to decide my fate without asking! Ji Feng!"
Her eyes instantly turned blood-red. The scenery before her shifted as though the world were spinning around her. There was no Ji Feng on Bibi Dong's back. She was clearly already in her Martial Soul Possession state, her Six-Winged Purple Light Wings spread as she fled for her life. She was now over a hundred li from where she had started.
La Signora was not the only one caught in the Illusion Technique.
"Ji Feng! I hate you! You heartless, ungrateful egomaniac!"
She tried to seize the phantom, but it was nothing more than an illusion. How could she possibly hold it in her hands?
"You're not allowed to disappear! You're not allowed to abandon me! If you do, I'll never forgive you for the rest of my life!"
"Ji Feng!!!"
Bibi Dong could only watch helplessly as Ji Feng's figure vanished. No-he had never been there in the first place.
All she could do was roar futilely at that gently smiling illusion. "I hate you! Who gave you permission to go and die! Why would you do this! Do you think your one-sided sacrifice makes you great?! Who do you think you are! What right do you have to decide how I feel! You useless bastard! What did you even save me from?!"
Bibi Dong's chest heaved violently. Two trails of bloody tears slid from the corners of her eyes, and she clenched her teeth so tightly they nearly shattered. All her suppressed grief and fury exploded in her cries.
"Ji Feng!!!"
That scream drained the last of her strength, and her body gave out as she dropped heavily to her knees. Her fury vanished without a trace, leaving only bone-deep anguish and sorrow. Her phoenix eyes brimmed with glittering tears, like cold stars shattering and falling. Drop by drop, they rolled down her pale cheeks, mingling with the bloody tear tracks.
It had all been an Illusion Technique. The moment she thought she had lifted him onto her back, she had already fallen under it.
The Ji Feng she had carried was only a false illusion, but the figure he had left in her heart would never fade away.
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