Chapter 166 The sockpuppet accounts had a small gathering.

“That’s right.” A little pink-haired boy stood next to Qianzhu, looking at her with a reproachful expression.

“Indeed, there are so many things about consciousness in this world.” The blonde, blue-eyed, baby-faced girl leaned against Qianzhu’s other side and clicked her tongue softly.

Alex sat next to R, a playing card folded in his hand, his eyes downcast and his tone indifferent, "Playing like this will only make the world consciousness target me more."

"Who cares? Let it blow me up with an 'accident' right now if it dares!" Sietelin said nonchalantly, even swaying his feet leisurely.

"Ha~ If it dares, then I dare to have the church's followers deal with the main characters too~" Morataya raised her eyebrows slightly, her crimson lips curving into a wicked smile.

01: Slurp~ So many hosts! So much happiness, hahaha!

However… it glanced at Qianzhu, who was smiling and very calm, and then looked at the four clones with different emotions, before falling into deep thought again.

Host, you're not having a split personality, are you?

It will not admit that it cannot detect the host's mental state!

"Hey, there are two more clones?" Sietelin suddenly glanced around.

Behrfinger: I'm watching those stupid humans beat up thin air. Do not disturb.

Bertrand: Currently obsessed with acting to earn a lot of emotional points, do not disturb.

Morataya sighed with a sigh, "Oh dear, being a distillery employee is so busy!"

“That’s right.” Sietelin nodded in agreement, then leaned into Qianzhu’s arms.

Morataya glanced at him, shoved him aside, and then pulled Qianzhu closer to her.

Sholeling: "..."

R and Alex exchanged a glance, then stood up.

R lifted Morataya up, and Alex grabbed Sethelin.

Qianzhu smiled and said, "Goodbye."

Morataya and Sethrin stared at each other as they were led away.

Only R's magnetic and gentle voice remains.

Good night, my Gods.

Qianzhu got up and went to the restroom, turning off the four clones as she did so.

Wiping the water droplets from her face, Qianzhu calmly looked at herself in the mirror, then suddenly lowered her eyes and smiled faintly.

He murmured something under his breath.

"Good night, my light."

...

Vermouth gently pushed open Bertrand's door and saw a boy crouching in the corner of the bed in the dim light, his face buried in his arms, looking just like a cat locked in a corner out of fear.

"My sweetheart?" she called softly.

But the other party seemed not to hear, remaining motionless.

She tiptoed to the bedside and sat down, turning on the nightlight on the bedside table. "What's wrong, my sweetheart?"

Bertrand looked up, his eyes red, as if he had just been crying.

Vermouth's heart tightened. "If you're unhappy, tell your sister, okay?"

After all, he's the little guy I've watched grow up and spoiled, so how could I bear to see him sad?

Bertrand looked up at her, his muffled voice reaching her ears, "You're all bad people..."

"Yes, yes, we're all bad people. Who made our cute little Bai-chan sad?"

Vermouth nodded in agreement, a gentle smile appearing on her alluring face, like touching a warm body covered in cold scales.

"It's all your fault!" Bertrand's eyes reddened even more, and tears welled up in them, filled with grievance.

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Goodnight, my God.

Goodnight, my light.