Chapter 254: The Stability of a Triangle

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The moon was bright and the stars were sparse.

On the other side of Life Lake, Qian Renxue, who had been left dazed by a surprise attack from Nan Feng, had hidden herself away.

She had not expected Nan Feng to truly lay a hand on her, and even less had she expected that fellow to do it in front of so many people.

But was this truly what she wanted?

"You've already become a god, yet you still haven't figured yourself out?"

Nan Feng suddenly appeared beside Qian Renxue.

Qian Renxue frowned, "Figured out what?"

"What you want is to win, not me," Nan Feng said.

"That is why, after I did that thing, your mind couldn't react."

"You felt no joy, no anger, only bewilderment."

"Because you don't feel that you truly won."

Qian Renxue sneered, "Are you saying their feelings for you are any more genuine?"

"But at least there is one thing," Nan Feng said.

"No matter how little, they truly like me, unlike you, who merely sees a rare item and wants to possess it."

"If you can't get it, you fly into a rage."

"Once you actually get it, you don't even think the thing is any good."

"I have said this many times, but you simply refuse to admit it. And now?"

"We have reached this point, and you still want to deceive yourself?"

Qian Renxue's initial interest in him was mainly due to his relationship with Bibi Dong; she wanted to snatch him away from Bibi Dong to prove that she was superior.

It was only later that the complicated feelings those young girls—Hu Liena, Xiao Wu, and Dugu Yan—had for him led Qian Renxue astray.

And she had been astray for so long that the girl herself had become confused.

"If even a shred of your feelings for me were born from romantic love, I wouldn't be so cold toward you," Nan Feng said.

"You don't even qualify for love turning into hate; you are simply jealous and angry."

"When you thought I was dead, did you feel any sorrow?"

"Was there even a tiny bit of sadness?"

"You didn't; you were just angry because you couldn't have it, and this thing you wanted to obtain had been shattered by Bibi Dong's own hands."

"You want revenge, not for me, but for your own competitive spirit."

"So I truly don't understand, what are you persisting for?"

"Why do you have to torture yourself like this and torment me?"

If Qian Renxue had even a shred of romantic feeling for him, he could have thickened his skin and slept with her; the worst that would happen is getting beaten up a few more times.

But the problem was that she didn't.

"That's enough," Nan Feng stood up.

"You aren't young anymore, you're over thirty; even that silly Rabbit Xiao Wu knows these things, and I don't believe you can't see them clearly. You just aren't willing to admit it, you're just deceiving yourself."

Becoming a god does not require seeing oneself clearly; one only needs to have enough obsession.

After all, a god is just a more powerful human; there is no special meaning to it. The meaning of gods is forcibly attached by humans, attached with themselves at the center, always feeling that all things in heaven and earth should revolve around humanity.

To become a god, the most critical thing is talent—having powerful talent and an obsession with power.

Only a sufficiently intense obsession can allow a person to grit their teeth and persist in the face of difficulties.

As for "letting go," if you've fucking let go, how could you still become a god?

Letting go of oneself, letting go of life—it's not a particularly difficult thing, and the vast majority of people only think they have let go.

Those who can truly let go are those who have experienced countless things, possessed countless things, and lost countless things.

To take a few casual glances and think you've seen the whole picture, thinking you've achieved great enlightenment—that isn't letting go, that's being an idiot.

He saw so much in Slaughter City, and after coming out, he stirred up trouble, ran, and observed across the entire continent; he stirred things up for decades, so he is the one who has truly seen everything.

"Wait a moment," Qian Renxue called out.

"For me, is there really... not even a little bit?"

"I do not accept charity," Nan Feng said.

"And you have never once treated me as an equal."

"If you must have an answer, I can only say that not hating you is already out of consideration for Bibi Dong."

"When it comes down to it, we are people from two different worlds."

"Just as you said before, you were born an Angel standing in the clouds, looking down upon the human world."

"And I am just a madman who crawled out of the mud."

"I know you don't understand me, and you disdain to understand me."

"I, too, cannot stir up any feelings for you."

"I am not worthy of you."

"……"

Nan Feng left, and Qian Renxue crouched where she was, silent for a long time.

She seemed to have won once, but she felt no joy in winning at all.

Because she hadn't won at all! ……

"Resolved?"

The Silver Dragon King sat on the bank, submerging her calves into the water and gently swaying them, causing ripples to spread across the calm surface of the lake.

"Pretty much, if I can't solve it, there's nothing I can do either." Nan Feng sat beside the Silver Dragon King. "I can only leave it to her mother to handle."

A large part of Qian Renxue's awkwardness was influenced by him, though he didn't do it on purpose; after all, he was crazy and erratic in those years, not even knowing what he was doing himself, acting without considering the consequences, doing whatever came to mind.

At the time, he hadn't paid attention to Qian Renxue's changes, and by the time he discovered the problem, it was already too late.

"Then... what about me?" the Silver Dragon King asked.

Nan Feng was stunned, "Are you going crazy too?"

"I mean, what about how you feel toward me?" the Silver Dragon King asked.

"I don't have any thoughts on that for now," Nan Feng said.

"Perhaps I will in the future."

"Then I'll wait." The Silver Dragon King tilted her head and leaned on Nan Feng's shoulder.

"Waiting for you to have thoughts about me."

In the error-free version!

Nan Feng's expression turned strange, "Is that really necessary?"

"I didn't do these things because of you; you don't need to play the 'repay with my body' trope with me."

"It's not repaying with my body." The Silver Dragon King lay down on Nan Feng's lap, staring into his eyes.

"It's because I like it."

"..."

"If it were before, I definitely would have felt my conscience take a heavy hit," Nan Feng said.

The Silver Dragon King's expression turned strange, "You still have a conscience?"

Nan Feng's mouth twitched, "I still had a little bit before."

"But Bibi Dong said you were acting erratic all day long back then," the Silver Dragon King said.

"I even thought you only just got a little better now."

"I'm just stable now," Nan Feng said.

"It doesn't count as good."

"When I fused with the Dragon God, it's not like you didn't see the crazy thoughts in my mind."

"I didn't become better; I just forgot those things."

"I know." The Silver Dragon King held Nan Feng's right hand.

"I will stay with you."

"..."

"Can you not do this?" Nan Feng was starting to lose his composure.

"Aren't you heartless?" the Silver Dragon King said.

"Even a heartless person can't take this," Nan Feng said speechlessly.

"Then how can you be so calm toward Qian Renxue?" the Silver Dragon King asked.

"You could treat me the way you treat her."

Nan Feng's expression turned strange, "Can these be the same?"

Qian Renxue looks like she has it, but actually doesn't; the Silver Dragon King looks like she doesn't, but actually really does.

One is self-righteous charity, the other is waiting without asking for a return.

Can these be the same? "But didn't you just say you weren't interested in me?" the Silver Dragon King said.

"You wouldn't happen to be..."

"Can't I just be bragging?" Nan Feng said.

"..."

"Fine, continue."

A familiar, slightly cold voice rang out from behind.

Nan Feng's expression stiffened, "I... was joking, do you believe me?"

"I believe you, why wouldn't I?" Bibi Dong sat down and leaned on Nan Feng's shoulder.

"Whatever you say, I believe it all."

"..."

In the grass in the distance, Bi Ji and her group, who loved watching the chaos, were peeking.

The Silver Dragon King lay on Nan Feng's lap, and Bibi Dong leaned on Nan Feng's shoulder.

An inexplicably harmonious, yet inexplicably bizarre scene!

"They actually didn't fight," Bing Di was very surprised.

"They won't fight," Xue Di said.

"The least likely people to fight are those two."

"Why?" Bing Di asked, puzzled.

"Because a triangle has stability," Zi Ji said.

"???"

Everyone looked confused.

What on earth?

"You could say that," Xue Di said.

"The Silver Dragon King won't snatch him, Bibi Dong has no reason to be hostile toward her, and with Nan Feng as the pivot point of the triangle, the Silver Dragon King won't force him, and Bibi Dong accommodates him... it is indeed stable." (End of chapter)