met free Chapter 82 If you laugh again, I'll throw you out to feed the golden crocodile!
Chapter 82 If you laugh again, I'll throw you out to feed the golden crocodile!
Chapter 82 If you laugh again, I'll throw you out to feed the golden crocodile!
"Alright, stop with your little schemes."
Nan Feng waved his hand and said in a cold tone, "Qian Renxue, I'll say it again, and this is the last time."
"I am not your mother, and I can't replace your mother."
"As for the past—"
Nan Feng pointed to his head and said in a serious tone, "I used to play with you because I wasn't very bright and wasn't thinking straight. But ever since your kind grandfather forced me to self-destruct once, my meridians have been opened up and the water in my brain has been blown out. Now I'm very clear-headed."
"I don't want to say some harsh things too bluntly, for the sake of both of us."
"But later."
Nan Feng stared into her eyes and held up a finger: "Don't come to me with lame excuses like wanting to play or being bored."
"I'm too busy to play along with you. I'm busy surviving and scheming against people. I don't have the time to be your companion."
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"Did you understand?"
"Yes." Qian Renxue lowered her head and obediently replied.
"Xue'er will remember."
After saying that, she secretly glanced at Nan Feng's gloomy face, and dared not linger any longer, for fear of really angering him. She turned around and walked out of the garden.
That small figure looked particularly lonely in the midday sun.
"----stop."
Just as Qian Renxue was about to step out of the pavilion, a helpless voice suddenly came from behind her.
Qian Renxue paused, turned around abruptly, and a glimmer of hope flashed in her eyes.
Nan Feng pointed to the pile of exquisite dishes still steaming on the stone table and said irritably, "Where are you going? You want to run away without even eating?"
"This is a special dish from the imperial kitchen. Your mother is too angry to eat it. This whole table of food is just for feeding the dogs."
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"Sit down here and eat your food."
Qian Renxue was stunned for a moment, and then her originally dull face instantly blossomed into a bright smile.
"Yes, teacher!"
Without any restraint, she lifted her skirt and ran back, plopping down on the stone bench next to Nan Feng, picking up her chopsticks, and looking at him with bright, sparkling eyes.
Nan Feng watched this scene and felt utterly exhausted.
He rested his forehead on one hand, looking utterly dejected.
"What a tragedy!"
He was internally ranting and raving.
What do you call this daily routine?
After appeasing the older one (Bibi Dong), she still had to appease the younger one (Qian Renxue).
She had to appease her mother and also have dinner with her daughter.
The key point is that this is not the end. After this meal, he still has to go back to that lifeless government affairs hall and continue to coax Bibi Dong, who is still angry!
This isn't being a mastermind behind the scenes; it's clearly being a full-time nanny and emotional counselor!
"puff----"
Seeing Nan Feng's furrowed brows, muttering curses, and bitter expression, Qian Renxue, who was eating, couldn't help but burst out laughing.
She felt that although teachers these days have sharp tongues and bad tempers, they are also really cute and genuine.
It's much more humane than that cold, impersonal papal palace.
"laugh?"
Hearing the laughter, Nan Feng turned around abruptly, glared at her fiercely, grabbed a chicken leg, and shoved it into her mouth: "Laugh at your head, my foot!"
"Eat your food!"
"Don't talk while eating or sleeping, do you understand?!"
"Laugh again and I'll throw you out to feed the golden crocodiles!"
"Mmm—" Qian Renxue munched on a chicken leg, her cheeks bulging, her eyes crinkling, unable to stop smiling.
three days later.
The air pressure in the Papal Palace bedroom was still somewhat low.
Ever since that day in the Imperial Garden when she heard Qian Renxue's crisp "Teacher," Bibi Dong's face had never been sunny.
Even though Nan Feng had thickened his skin to the point of being as thick as a city wall over the past three days, and had tried every trick in the book to coax him, he could only barely manage to squeeze onto the corner of the bed at night.
As for sleeping in each other's arms like we did a few days ago?
dream.
If he dares to extend his claws, Bibi Dong will directly use a burst of soul power to shake him off the bed.
"well----"
Nan Feng sighed, knowing that he was indeed in the wrong and could only accept it.
However, while he can only be a "Ninja Turtle" when it comes to romance, Nan Feng is far from idle when it comes to serious matters.
Although he and Bibi Dong have "reconciled," their "policy" for the future no longer seems to need to be so radical.
But the sense of crisis that was ingrained in him never disappeared.
A cunning rabbit has three burrows; always leave yourself a way out.
This is Nanfeng's survival motto. Even if the situation is great now, what if something unexpected happens in the future?
Outside Wuhun City, there was a great commotion.
Today is definitely the most bustling and also the most bizarre day since the founding of Wuhun City.
Even the finals of the All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament couldn't compare to the level of excitement today.
After all, it was just a competition for young people.
Today, however, is a dramatic shift in the global landscape.
In just over a month, the news in the Soul Master world was like a rollercoaster, keeping everyone on edge.
First, the former Pope Qian Xunji was "severely injured and killed" by Haotian Douluo Tang Hao, causing a worldwide uproar;
Immediately after the new pope ascended to the throne, he declared war on the Haotian Sect, vowing to crush the number one sect in the world.
Just as everyone had settled in to watch this earth-shattering battle, the Spirit Hall launched a lightning attack, sweeping away the four affiliated clans. The Clear Sky Sect's rescue attempt failed, and they immediately announced the expulsion of Tang Hao and secluded themselves from the world.
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Everyone thought that was the end of it, and they were still marveling at how quickly the Haotian Sect admitted defeat.
As a result, the Clear Sky Sect suddenly announced its submission to the Spirit Hall! Sect Master Tang Xiao even directly accepted the Spirit Hall's appointment as an elder of the Elder Hall!
The news caused an uproar throughout the entire Soul Master community.
Everyone felt like they were dreaming, or like they hadn't woken up yet.
That's the Haotian Sect! That's the number one sect in the world, with "unyielding" and "unparalleled dominance" etched into its very bones!
On the main road of Wuhun City, a luxuriously decorated carriage bearing the emblem of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School slowly drove in.
Inside the carriage, a handsome, refined middle-aged man with a furrowed brow looked out at the commotion outside through a gap in the curtains.
Ning Fengzhi, the sect leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
Opposite him sat a tall, withered old man with sharp eyes, known as Gu Rong, whose title was "Bone".
"Fengzhi, what do you think?" Gu Rong asked.
"The Haotian Sect has submitted? I find that utterly absurd."
"Those barbarians who snatched the hammer, even if they were all dead, would never kneel down and act like dogs for someone, especially not for the Spirit Hall."
"Uncle Bone is right."
Ning Fengzhi lowered the curtains, sighed softly, and tapped the carriage floor lightly with his scepter: "This is not just a matter of arrogance, but also a violation of common sense."
"The landscape of the Soul Master world has remained unchanged for hundreds of years."
"The three upper sects are closely linked and stand against the Spirit Hall, which is how they maintain the balance and order in the Spirit Master world. Although the four lower sects are constantly changing and most of them are even dependent on the Spirit Hall, as long as the three upper sects still exist, the Spirit Hall cannot truly control everything."
Ning Fengzhi's expression turned extremely solemn: "But now, with the Haotian Sect kneeling, the balance has been completely shattered."
"If we don't count the hidden sects, of the ten spirit masters in the world, the Spirit Hall alone accounts for nearly five."
"Now that the Clear Sky Sect has defected, the Spirit Hall has gained nearly seven-tenths of the strength."
"This is a disaster for us."
Gu Rong snorted coldly: "I don't believe that hothead Tang Xiao has the brains to defect to the Spirit Hall. Do you think it might be a feigned surrender?"
"A feigned surrender? Impossible."
Ning Fengzhi shook his head. "The Spirit Hall isn't stupid. Although the newly appointed Pope is young, he's ruthless. If he didn't have absolute certainty, how could he dare to let Tang Xiao into the Elder Hall?"
"What I don't understand the most is actually the relationship between the Tang brothers."
"Uncle Bone, do you remember? Back when the three of us ventured into the world of Soul Masters, we also had contact with the Twin Stars of Haotian."
"Tang Xiao is calm and composed, while Tang Hao is domineering. The bond between these two brothers is extremely deep, a friendship that can be described as one of life and death, far exceeding that of ordinary brothers."
"Tang Hao severely injured Qian Xunji and was hunted down by the Spirit Hall. As the sect leader, Tang Xiao refused to help him for the sake of the sect's foundation and announced his expulsion. I can understand this; it's the helplessness of a sect leader."
"but----"
"Turning around and helping the Spirit Hall hunt down Tang Hao? Even leading the entire Clear Sky Sect to join the enemy who caused their brothers to turn against each other?"
"That's absolutely impossible."
"Given Tang Xiao's character, he would rather commit suicide to atone for his sins than do something like betraying his brother for personal gain or recognizing a thief as his father."
"unless----"
Ning Fengzhi's scepter suddenly stopped. "Unless, the Spirit Hall holds the Achilles' heel of the Clear Sky Sect that it absolutely cannot relinquish."
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"A fatal weakness that forced Tang Xiao to kneel down and trample his dignity and pride underfoot."
"If that's the case—"
Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath and looked at the towering Papal Palace, a chill he had never felt before rising in his heart: "This new Pope is far more terrifying than we imagined."
"So what should we do next?" Gu Rong asked.
"The Clear Sky Sect's move was truly despicable. If they choose to retire, even if they close their mountains and never come out, their strength and influence will only make all the Soul Masters in the world more wary of the Spirit Hall's ambitions. In order to protect themselves, all the major forces will only band together for warmth."
"But now, they have submitted."
"This once proud and unyielding spirit has now been forced to kneel before the world. This is a devastating blow to the morale of all soul masters."
"Even the Clear Sky Sect has knelt down, who among those minor sects would dare to resist? They'd only know how to change sides and scramble to lick the Spirit Hall's boots!"
"Once the Spirit Hall completely absorbs this power and gains absolute control over the Spirit Master world, then whether it's our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon School, or even the two great empires—"
"War is inevitable."
Looking out the window at the excited Soul Masters discussing the Spirit Hall's power, Gu Rong sneered, "These fools think this is a golden age. Little do they know, this is the beginning of chaos."
"Hasn't this war between the Spirit Hall and the Clear Sky Sect made them realize that war is nothing more than a political game, and that they are just cannon fodder?"
"The Spirit Hall's golden age? That's the Pope's Palace's golden age, the Elders' Palace's golden age, not theirs."