NABC Chapter 66 Why Don't You Believe Me
Chapter 66 Why Don't You Believe Me
Chapter 66 Why Don't You Believe Me
Qian Daoliu slowly squatted down, extended his aged fingers, and gently placed them on Qian Renxue's wrist.
Warm and stable.
The foreign soul power was extremely pure and was slowly flowing through Xue'er's body, not only dispelling the chill that had lingered all night, but also nourishing her somewhat damaged meridians.
"really----"
Qian Daoliu withdrew his hand, looked at his sleeping granddaughter with a slight smile on her lips, and a look of sudden realization appeared on his face.
"I knew it."
Even knowing the past, even knowing the truth, you are still not the cold-blooded and ruthless Bibi Dong.
"You are the amnesiac personality, the one who truly gave Xue'er maternal love these past few months."
Qian Daoliu stood up, looking in the direction Nan Feng had left, his gaze becoming deep and gentle.
If it were the original Bibi Dong, seeing Xue'er freezing here, she would simply walk away indifferently, perhaps even feeling disgusted, and would never give her a second glance.
But this "madman" has a different personality.
No matter how harsh her words, how ruthless her actions, or even how she acted as if she wanted to kill someone, in the end—she still softened.
Qian Daoliu sighed, and the thought that had almost been extinguished in his heart reignited.
Since she still has a soft heart, and since she still cares about Xue'er's life or death.
That means the bond between her and Xue'er hasn't been completely severed.
That means—
There is still a chance for this matter to turn around.
"Perhaps, compared to the main personality that has been consumed by hatred, this madman—"
"That is Xue'er's true hope."
Wuhun City, the most sacred and also the most desolate city on the continent.
The wide streets are paved with neat bluestone slabs, and rows of solemn buildings line both sides.
There were no noisy hawking noises, no children playing, and even the air was filled with a suffocating solemnity and order.
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Nanfeng wandered aimlessly through the streets.
Most of the shops here sell expensive soul tools, rare herbs, or soul beast materials. The soul masters coming and going are all expressionless and in a hurry, as if each of them is a screw in this huge machine, numbly operating on a predetermined track.
"This is absolutely boring."
Nan Feng curled his lip and casually kicked a pebble from the roadside.
This city is like a giant tomb, burying all the warmth and vitality of life, leaving only cold hierarchy and power.
Before long, he lost interest in continuing to explore.
The Papal Palace, the council chamber.
Bibi Dong remained seated behind her large desk, her vermilion pen flying across the paper as she processed official documents from all over the mainland.
Nan Feng pushed open the door and entered. Without saying a word or returning to his spiritual sea, he went straight to the Pope's throne and plopped down on it.
He sat there, his chin resting on one hand, his heterochromatic eyes fixed on Bibi Dong, motionless.
One minute, two minutes—half an hour has passed.
Being stared at by such a powerful beam of light for a long time was almost unbearable, even for someone as composed as Bibi Dong.
She felt a chill run down her spine; the feeling of being spied on and scrutinized made her extremely uncomfortable.
"Smack."
Bibi Dong put down her pen, looked up at Nan Feng with a slight frown, and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Don't just stand here daydreaming. If you're bored, go back to your spiritual sea to cultivate."
"Cultivation?"
Nan Feng scoffed but didn't move. "What's the use of cultivation? This body isn't mine. No matter how high my soul power is, it's still not mine."
"This is so boring."
Nan Feng shifted his position, leaning back in his chair, staring blankly at the exquisite murals on the ceiling: "Back in Death Canyon, although the environment was harsh, life was fulfilling."
"When I'm bored, I make my little spiders kill each other. Watching them tear at each other and devour each other for survival is so exciting."
"At worst, I'll go and cause trouble for those ten-thousand-year-old soul beasts, beat them until they cry for their parents, or have them chase me all over the mountains."
"Back then, every day was a struggle to survive, and every day I could feel that I was alive."
"But what about now?"
Nan Feng raised his hand, looking at his long, slender, fair hands that belonged to Bibi Dong, and suddenly clenched them tightly: "Boring."
"It's really boring."
"I don't even need to cultivate, because I'm just an accessory! These five senses are fake, this body is fake, even this breath is fake!"
"Everything is fake! I feel like I'm controlling a puppet, playing a game that's both incredibly realistic and incredibly fake!"
Nan Feng's voice gradually became irritable. He stood up from his chair and began pacing anxiously back and forth in the main hall, his footsteps heavy and hurried.
"This feeling is really strange—"
"At first, I found it quite novel, even a bit exciting. After all, I didn't have to risk death, and I could experience what it's like to be a pope."
"But----"
Nan Feng stopped in his tracks, turned around abruptly, and stared intently at Bibi Dong, his eyes flashing intensely with purple light: "Gradually, I began to feel angry."
"I have to accept the fact that I am dead. At least for now, I am just a lingering ghost, clinging to someone else!"
"A pathetic creature who can't even control his own destiny!"
Bibi Dong was somewhat stunned by his sudden outburst.
Looking at the rambling, clearly out-of-control guy in front of her, she felt a sense of foreboding.
"What on earth is wrong with you?"
Bibi Dong stood up, trying to comfort him, "Have you been under too much pressure lately? Hasn't the matter of the Clear Sky Sect been resolved? Everything is moving in a positive direction—"
"A good direction?"
Nan Feng suddenly laughed.
He rushed to the desk, slammed his hands on the surface, leaned forward, and his heterochromatic eyes were almost touching Bibi Dong's face: "Bibi Dong, do you really think this is the right direction?"
"I'm asking you, why?"
"What? Why?" Bibi Dong leaned back instinctively.
Why won't you believe me?
Nan Feng asked, "From the very beginning, I've been thinking of you! I've gone to great lengths, used any means necessary, and tried everything to help you secure this position, to fight against the Hall of Offerings, and to eliminate your rivals!"
"Have I ever harmed you? Not even once?!"
"But what about you?"
"You only have suspicion and defensiveness towards me!"
"Just because I'm a madman who's a liar? Just because I'm a ruthless scoundrel?"
"But who am I helping?! Who is the biggest beneficiary of all this?!"
"It's you! Bibi Dong!"
Nan Feng pointed at Bibi Dong's nose: "Why can't you trust me even once? Even once, put yourself in my shoes and think about things from my perspective?"
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"What am I thinking?" Bibi Dong frowned. "What exactly are you trying to say?"
"I want to live!!"
Nan Feng finally roared out, and the roar shook the entire hall.
"I'm really afraid of dying!"
"Especially those who know their death is imminent, yet are powerless to do anything but wait to die!"
Nan Feng slumped against the table, the madness in his eyes fading, leaving only deep fear and helplessness: "Knowing they would kill me sooner or later, knowing I was the heretic who had to be eliminated."
"But because of you!"
"Because you can't bear to part with that so-called daughter! Because of your ridiculous obsession with the past!"
"I could only watch helplessly as that threat grew bigger and bigger! I could only stand by and wait! Waiting for them to sharpen their knife, waiting for them to be in a bad mood one day and stab me to death!"
"Isn't this ridiculous?!"
"Is this even fair?!"
Nan Feng raised his head, "Bibi Dong————"
"Have you ever thought about what would happen if one day your precious daughter really pointed an angel's sword at my throat—"
Will you save me?
"It will still be like this—"
"Stand by and watch coldly?"