Reincarnated as the Death Spider Queen, sacrificing Bibi Dong at the start.

Chapter 112 Qian Renxue: If you've got the guts, then kill me!

The Papal Palace, and its rear garden.

The afternoon sun lazily spilled onto the grass, gilding the solemn palace with a golden edge.

Nan Feng controlled the Spider King clone, sprawled on a specially made wisteria rocking chair like a boneless salted fish, his face covered by the ancient book he had barely turned a few pages of in the past few days, enjoying a rare moment of tranquility.

There was nothing he could do; he was helpless.

With power consolidated, Bibi Dong, the workaholic, fully embraced "superwoman" mode. She was either reviewing documents in the government office or in seclusion, constantly spinning like a top, and had no time to pay attention to him, this "idle person."

In this vast Spirit Hall, besides Bibi Dong, there was no one else he could talk to and relieve his boredom.

How boring.

"Tap tap tap—"

A series of light footsteps broke the silence of the garden.

Nan Feng didn't even bother to lift his eyelids; he knew who was coming just by the frequency of the footsteps.

A thousand feet of snow.

This time, however, the girl didn't carry a food box as usual, nor did she have that accusatory air about her. Her steps were light, yet carried the heaviness of someone about to embark on a long journey.

"teacher."

Qian Renxue walked to the rocking chair and called softly.

"Speak," Nan Feng's muffled voice came from under the book.

I'm leaving tomorrow.

Qian Renxue stood beside the rocking chair, looking at the teacher who was still acting strangely even at the moment of parting, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes: "I'm leaving for Tiandou City first thing tomorrow morning."

"Go and execute that plan."

"I don't know when I'll be able to return."

"Oh, goodbye and best of luck."

Nan Feng's voice came out in a muffled tone, "I wish you a safe journey and an early ascension to the throne."

"Is that all?" Qian Renxue was somewhat unwilling.

"Otherwise what?" Nan Feng put the book away, raised an eyebrow at her, and said, "Do you expect me to throw you a farewell party? Or do you expect me to cry and beg you not to leave?"

"Stop joking around, you chose this path yourself."

Looking at Nan Feng's carefree attitude, Qian Renxue bit her lip and suddenly said, "Teacher, could you—hug me?"

"As a parting gift."

Nan Feng paused for a moment, then covered his face with the book with a look of disgust: "No hugging."

"I'm a germaphobe and I don't like hugging and cuddling with people. Besides, it wasn't me who asked you to go; you insisted on jumping into the fire yourself."

"You brought this suffering upon yourself; don't come to me seeking comfort."

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Qian Renxue remained silent for a moment.

Afterwards, she did not leave dejectedly as usual, nor did she stomp her feet in anger.

She simply looked at Nan Feng quietly, and then—

Suddenly, she bent down, opened her arms, and hugged Nan Feng, who was lying on the rocking chair.

"Holy crap?!"

Nan Feng was startled by the sudden attack, and the book on his face slid off to the ground.

He stared blankly at Qian Renxue, who was buried in his arms, and froze completely.

"What the hell?!"

"I said I won't hug you! Can't you understand human language?"

"Let go! Let go right now!"

However, Qian Renxue not only didn't let go, but buried her face even deeper, greedily inhaling that familiar scent, and said in a muffled voice, "If the teacher doesn't hug me, that's the teacher's problem, it has nothing to do with me."

"I wanted to hug you, so I did."

"ha?!"

Nan Feng's eyes widened, amused and exasperated by this illogical argument: "What kind of twisted logic is this? Who taught you that?!"

"This is what the teacher taught us."

Qian Renxue raised her head, a sly glint in her pale golden eyes: "You said that we shouldn't always ask others if we can do something, because that makes us too passive."

"Do it first. If the other party doesn't resist after you do it, that means you agree; if the other party resists—"

Qian Renxue's lips curled into a wicked smile: "As long as you're not beaten to death, you've already made a profit."

"Anyway, getting the hug is a win-win situation."

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Nan Feng fell completely silent.

Looking at the little girl in front of him, who was putting his "rogue philosophy" to the extreme, he felt a sudden heart attack.

no----

This isn't right!

He said that to teach her to take the initiative in political struggles and to make her less rigid!

Who the hell gave you permission to use it for harassment?!

"Thousand-foot Snow".

Nan Feng took a deep breath, his tone becoming dangerous: "I'll count to three."

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Qian Renxue still clung tightly to his waist, like a koala. Not only did she not let go, but she hugged him even tighter and even rubbed against him.

She was certain that the teacher wouldn't really hit her.

After all, although the teacher had a sharp tongue, he never laid a hand on anyone.

however.

This time, she miscalculated.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound echoed through the garden.

Nan Feng raised his hand without hesitation and slapped Qian Renxue's butt.

"Let go!"

Qian Renxue's body stiffened abruptly, and she froze completely.

She looked up in disbelief at Nan Feng's fierce expression, seemingly not expecting him to actually make a move.

But after only a moment of surprise...

Instead of letting go or crying, she hugged him even tighter.

She even pressed her entire body against Nan Feng, clinging tightly to him, as if declaring her resolve in this shameless manner.

"No!"

"I'd rather die than give it up!"

"Go ahead and kill me if you dare!"

Faced with Qian Renxue's shameless "dead pig doesn't fear boiling water" attitude, Nan Feng's lips twitched wildly. In the end, he could only roll his eyes helplessly and give up struggling completely.

"Hey young lady, what's this all about?"

"If you want maternal love and comfort, go find your biological mother! Go find Bibi Dong!"

"Why did you come looking for me?"

"Just because I have a face that looks exactly like hers?"

"You know she won't give you a friendly look, you know she's an iceberg, so you settle for second best and come to me, this imposter, to act like a thug?"

"You're using me as a substitute, aren't you? You're using me as that woman's meal replacement, aren't you?"

Faced with Nan Feng's merciless mockery and questioning, Qian Renxue neither refuted nor let go of his hand.

She simply buried her head even deeper, even rubbing against Nan Feng's chest, her voice muffled, carrying a heartbreaking stubbornness: "Whatever the teacher says."

"Whether it's a substitute or a meal replacement."

"Anyway—I'm going to hug you."

"Teachers can hit or scold students whenever they want."

"If I don't hug you enough this time, who knows when I'll get another chance?"

Hearing these somewhat sorrowful words, Nan Feng's raised hand froze in mid-air, ultimately unable to fall.

"Tsk."

"Like mother, like daughter; they're all so difficult to deal with."

Nan Feng muttered a curse under his breath, then decided to ignore it altogether, shoving the book over his face and slumping back in the rocking chair: "Come on, hug me or not! You deserve to die of heat!"

"Don't disturb my sleep!"

After saying that, he really stopped moving, letting the little girl cling tightly to his waist, hanging on him like a pendant.

The sun was still warm, and a gentle breeze swept through the garden, causing the wisteria to sway softly.

For a moment, the scene appeared strangely harmonious.

however.

In the shadows on the other side of the garden, in a corner hidden by dense vegetation.

A tall, slender figure stood there quietly.

Bibi Dong was dressed in black casual clothes and did not wear the crown that symbolized power. She seemed to blend into the shadows around her.

Her deep phoenix eyes were fixed on the rocking chair not far away, through the dappled shadows of the trees.

Looking at Qian Renxue, who was curled up in a ball and clung tightly to Nan Feng, refusing to let go.

Looking at Nan Feng, who, despite grumbling and cursing, ultimately acquiesced to everything.

Bibi Dong's eyes were extremely complex.

There was anger, disdain, and a hint of barely perceptible bitterness, but more than anything else—there was deep-seated fear and suspicion.

She did not step forward, nor did she reveal any signs of life.

Nan Feng did not notice her.

This wasn't because Bibi Dong's stealth skills were particularly outstanding, but rather because of the soul blood pact that connected the two of them.

This is a secret that Bibi Dong only recently discovered by chance.

This contract, which deeply binds the souls and lives of the two, is not as simple as Nan Feng described.

She discovered that she could use this contract to sense not only Nan Feng's soul fluctuations and emotional changes, but also his location.

Even more terrifying is that she can manipulate this sense to block Nan Feng's perception of her!

It was as if, within the connection between their souls, she had quietly turned off her "signal transmitter" but kept her "receiver" on.

This made her feel like she was invisible to Nan Feng.

Bibi Dong gently stroked the cold stone body with her fingers, her eyes filled with growing doubt.

Does this soul blood pact really have this function?

Is Nan Feng really unaware of this?

Or is this just another act by him?

Bibi Dong was no longer as ugly as she had been back then. To put her at ease and to prevent her from going to her death, that policeman tricked her by saying that as long as she was in the lurch, he could use the power of the Soul-Devouring Spider King to regain control of her body at any time and suppress him.

The results of it?

It's all a lie!

That was a complete lie, a delaying tactic to lower her guard and get her to cooperate!

If she hadn't actually tried to kill him later, she would probably still be in Wenli to this day.

And now—

Is Nanfeng really unaware of this "blocking and pulling knowledge" ability?

How could someone as shrewd and cunning as him be completely unaware of this huge "loophole" in his soul contract?

Installed.

It must be an act again.

Just like before, he deliberately feigned weakness and pretended not to know, so that he could think he had some advantage and some means to monitor him.

Wait until the crucial moment, until you think you have victory in your grasp.

He then suddenly tore off his disguise, delivering a fatal blow to himself!

"Nanfeng————"

"You lying cop!"

Do you think I'll fall for that again?

"Time and time again—you've made me completely unable to trust a single word you say!"

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