69novels Chapter 67 is fake, it's all fake.
Chapter 67 is fake, it's all fake.
Chapter 67 is fake, it's all fake.
Bibi Dong quietly looked at the man in front of her who was on the verge of collapse.
Through the unbreakable bond deep within their souls, she could clearly feel the torrent of emotions emanating from him.
That wasn't acted out.
That deep-seated fear, that sense of being abandoned by the whole world, and that despair of facing the countdown to death with no way to turn back—washed over her mind like a tide again and again.
She was momentarily dazed and even found it hard to understand.
Why?
Why has this old spider, who has always been crazy and arrogant, seemingly always radically moving forward and manipulating everyone, suddenly become so vulnerable?
What exactly happened? Was it just because of Qian Renxue? Or because of Qian Daoliu?
A vague sense of worry had just risen in her heart when, a second later, Bibi Dong's eyes suddenly narrowed.
and many more.
What am I doing? Am I pitying him?
I pity this soul beast that possessed my body, forcibly occupied half of my soul, and was full of lies; a treacherous and vicious soul beast.
Could it be that he's plotting against me again?
Could this be a ploy to gain my sympathy, to lower my guard, and to make me willingly protect him?
After all, he himself just said that he is a despicable person who will do anything to survive.
Thinking of this, the slight wavering in Bibi Dong's eyes vanished instantly, replaced by an even more solid coldness and rationality.
She took a deep breath to calm herself completely, then raised her head, looked directly into Nan Feng's misty eyes, and coldly retorted, "What does this have to do with me?"
"————"
Nan Feng's expression froze.
"Nan Feng, aren't you mistaken about something?" Bibi Dong said coldly.
"We have never been allies, much less friends. You are the intruder, and I am the victim."
"Are you afraid of death? Are you afraid of Qian Renxue? Are you afraid of Qian Daoliu?"
"So what?"
"If someone could truly destroy your consciousness without harming my life—I would be so happy I couldn't sleep."
"What makes you think I would save a monster who constantly tries to control me and might even take everything from me?"
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A suffocating silence fell over the main hall.
Nan Feng looked at Bibi Dong, at her cold, rational, and even somewhat mocking eyes.
The emotions in his eyes began to crumble; anger disappeared, fear disappeared, and resentment disappeared as well.
All that's left is a stagnant pool.
"Oh----"
After a long while, Nan Feng lowered his head and let out a soft laugh.
His shoulders shrugged slightly, his laughter grew louder and louder, and finally turned into a low, self-deprecating chuckle.
"Hehe————Hahahaha————"
"yes----"
"I almost forgot—"
"I almost forgot what our relationship is."
"I am a despicable person who took advantage of your vulnerability, used despicable means to cheat you, and forcibly took over your body."
"I am your nightmare, your stain, the enemy you wish you could tear to pieces."
Nan Feng lowered his hand and looked at Bibi Dong. "I'm so sorry, I was confused about the situation."
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"I was just being presumptuous."
"How could I possibly rely on you? You'd be hoping I'd die sooner."
"To beg for help from someone who wants to kill me—I must be insane."
Nan Feng took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled, straightened his slightly disheveled collar, and resumed his usual nonchalant demeanor.
"Feel sorry."
Nan Feng bowed slightly to Bibi Dong: "I lost my composure just now and said some nonsense."
"Excuse me, Your Holiness the Pope."
After saying that, Nan Feng didn't look at Bibi Dong again, nor did he linger.
He turned around, walked out of the main hall step by step, and disappeared into the long shadow outside the door.
Watching that lonely figure disappear completely into the shadows outside the door, vanishing at the end of the long corridor.
The doors of the Papal Palace were still open, and the night breeze blowing in carried a hint of coolness.
Bibi Dong remained seated behind her large desk, maintaining the same cold and dismissive posture she had displayed earlier.
However, the moment that person's presence completely disappeared from the hall, a sharp pain suddenly shot through her heart without warning.
The pain came inexplicably, yet was so vivid, like an invisible needle piercing the softest part of her heart.
Bibi Dong instinctively pressed her hand to her chest, her brows furrowed.
Regret?
For a moment, she did waver slightly.
Recalling Nan Feng's dull, lifeless eyes, and his last self-mocking chuckle—she inexplicably felt that her words might have been too harsh.
After all, whatever his original intention was, whether it was for self-preservation or something else, the facts are undeniable.
In the past month, he not only helped her get rid of the Haotian Sect, a major threat, but also helped her establish her authority in the Elder Hall, making that stubborn old man, Jin E, unable to raise his head.
Even when facing Qian Daoliu, he was the one who stood in front, shielding her from all the pressure.
Without him, she might still be arguing with those old guys, overwhelmed with the war on the front lines, and a puppet pope in name only.
He was helping her; that's an indisputable fact.
He even indulged her.
Regardless of her temper tantrums or her unrealistic stubbornness, he grumbled and complained, but still paved the way for her.
"But----"
Bibi Dong took a deep breath, and the trace of confusion in her eyes was quickly replaced by a forced coldness.
"Wasn't he doing all this for his own benefit?"
"He's doing this to survive, to use the Spirit Hall's resources to become a god, and to find a place to settle down—that's why he has to help me stabilize the situation."
"Yes, that's right, that's exactly it."
Bibi Dong kept repeating this sentence in her heart, as if only in this way could she suppress the inexplicable sense of guilt in her heart.
But the next second, another voice echoed in her heart, ruthlessly shattering her self-hypnosis: "If it's just to become a god—why would he provoke Qian Daoliu?"
"He could have used even more despicable means to force me to cooperate with him. That vile, shameless, and unscrupulous old spider definitely has that ability. He doesn't need to get involved in the Spirit Hall's mess at all."
"The power of the Spirit Hall is of no help to his ascension to godhood; on the contrary, it is all a burden and a risk."
"Why did he go to such lengths to help me gain real power? Why did he offend the Hall of Worship for my sake? Why did he invest so much emotion and energy into this game that is meaningless to him?"
Bibi Dong was stunned.
She couldn't figure it out.
This is completely inconsistent with the old spider's "profit-driven" persona.
unless----
"No! That's not right!"
Bibi Dong shook her head violently, forcefully interrupting her wild thoughts, and the look in her eyes turned fierce again.
"There's no 'unless'!"
"Don't be fooled, Bibi Dong!"
"Have you forgotten? He's a robber who forcibly took over your body! A treacherous and cunning soul beast who's a liar! A madman who'll stop at nothing to survive!"
"What does his life or death have to do with you?"
"If it weren't for the fact that we can't get him out right now, you'd be the one who should kill him!"
Bibi Dong gripped the vermilion pen tightly in her hand, her knuckles turning white from the excessive force.
"Don't pity him—"
"We absolutely must not sympathize with him!"
"This must be another one of his schemes! It's a ruse he staged to gain my trust and soften my heart!"
"He's trying to manipulate my emotions and make me his protector!"
"It's fake—it's all fake!"
Bibi Dong told herself this over and over again, trying to fill her suddenly empty heart with anger and hatred.
She lowered her head and refocused her gaze on the official documents in front of her.
but.
The words that were once clear have now become blurry and indistinct.
A deathly silence filled the hall. The power and authority that had once brought her peace of mind now evoked a feeling she had never experienced before—
lonely.