Interlude 111 (Part 2) [Ying Xing/Ren] "You're all alone..."

Yes, Yingxing's hand is fine; it was injured but has healed.

He Yuan reloaded the save file countless times, and while searching for a method, she also paid close attention to Xing's hand.

He found a way, a way to repair Yingxing's hand.

The pharmacist gave me the Fruit of Abundance, which can cure everything.

He Yuan knew that Ying Xing hated Feng Rao, so he specially chose several save points to study the medicine. Finally, he made it in a flash that day, saving his partner's proud hand.

He knew that Yingxing's hand was equivalent to Yingxing's fate.

Fame and fortune can be achieved through one's hands, and so can ruin.

These hands are inextricably linked to Yingxing's fate.

He Yuan saved her hand, but she couldn't save her heart, which was riddled with holes.

Ying Xing suffered a severe trauma in his childhood, and he spent decades healing from that trauma.

The arrival of He Yuan accelerated his healing process, but just as he was about to succeed, a sudden turmoil occurred, turning all his efforts into a heavy burden on his heart.

Just a step away from happiness, and through the cruel twist of fate, Yingxing's heart, like his resurrected body, became a walking corpse, a leaky shell.

Endless self-blame enveloped him, endless regret pierced him, and endless longing shattered him.

Yingxing was rarely lucid.

He was an immortal being who gained immortality later in life, and he experienced great suffering and sorrow during his rebirth. The overwhelming sense of satisfaction almost broke him down, and he could only slowly regain fragments of reason in his gradual lucidity.

Fortunately, someone picked him up piece by piece and tried every possible way to repair him.

Yingxing softened under the warm gaze of her lover, handed over the sword she always held, and obediently rested her head on Heyuan's lap.

Those familiar, soft hands pressed against his aching forehead, soothing his surging emotions.

"I won't abandon you, Yingxing-ge."

He heard comforting words from his lover.

Those hands helped him up, gesturing for him to stand.

Ying Xing stood up and gazed intently at the young man.

The thin atmosphere could not block the howling of the universe. The gale was still howling in his ears, and the young man's hair was blown all over the place. His cheeks were wrinkled by the sharpness of the wind, leaving a few red marks.

But he didn't care and walked towards Yingxing.

Like many mornings when he woke up, or many nights when he returned home, the young man descended from the sky and rushed into Yingxing's arms.

“Don’t be so eager to die,” Yingxing heard him say. “At least, before everything heals… or as a form of repentance for the past, take a good look at this world.”

“If you don’t want to,” the young man gripped the tie he had just tied for him, “then I order you… to live.”

“Before I say ‘forgive,’ your body, your spirit, your life… all belong to me, all are mine, and obey my commands.”

Do you understand?

Do you understand?

Ying Xing understood, of course.

But he felt that his life had no meaning.

"significance?"

A gust of wind passed, and He Yuan was sitting on the pile of stones that Ying Xing had temporarily erected, pinching the man's chin.

"Living for me, that is your purpose."

Just as she forcefully entered Yingxing's life before, Heyuan now leaves her own mark on Yingxing.

“Brother Yingxing, living for me is the meaning of your life now.”

after……

You will find more meaning in the future.

Yingxing didn't know what to say in response.

Does he want to live?

have no idea.

Does he want to die?

have no idea.

Since life and death are not in his control, his thoughts seem meaningless.

A clear mind refutes this.

OK.

There is a way to live when you are alive, and there is a way to live when you die.

When someone asked Yingxing to live, he suddenly had a clear idea about the choice between life and death.

He thought...

He wanted to live.

Even with this body that has been stained and filthy.

Yingxing wanted to ignite this immortal body to fulfill a wish he had never had before.

His weapons… his ideas… all his thoughts and plans were not yet complete; he wanted to use this tireless, indestructible body to do many things.

He wanted to atone for his sins.

So he answered, "Okay."

He Yuan took his hand and led him onto a familiar starship, piloting it to a planet filled with gears.

“This is Luosigumu’s Luosi Star, and also an ally of the Immortal Boat Alliance,” He Yuan said cautiously. “Brother Yingxing, can you accept changing the attribution of your work?”

"All the patents and intellectual property rights are yours, and I will help you safeguard them, but you may need to come up with a pseudonym."

Yingxing didn't understand the young man's cautiousness, so she stepped forward and hugged him, saying, "Why can't I accept it?"

Why wouldn't he believe He Yuan?

Would He Yuan covet his achievements?

If that's true, then back when they worked together on the Luofu Immortal Ship, He Yuan had a thousand or ten thousand ways to obtain it.

Yingxing doesn't mind adding "Heyuan" before or after his name.

Moreover, He Yuan also has the ability to rewind time. If he could review his own research and development progress and publish his own findings, wouldn't that be possible?

He Yuan punched his chest, "Brother Yingxing, don't always trust me so much..."

"But I just believe you."

Like flirting, they pressed themselves together in the cabin, her legs spread apart as she sat on the man's lap, her broad hands pressing tightly against her waist.

But what he said sounded like a vow, a vow to express his affection.

I just wanted to make you less guarded!

He Yuan looked a little anxious and pushed against Ying Xing's chest, offering her soft breasts in return.

"...You were the one who was caught off guard."

Ying Xing buried her face in the crook of his neck and took a deep breath. "You came here all by yourself. Do you know what I think?"

Ying Xing, who escaped from prison, was like a stray dog, wandering through the streets and alleys of the city.

Despite having a strong physique and being able to provide a better life for itself, it stubbornly only recognizes one master and prefers to continue wandering.

Now, the owner has come looking for us.

Ying Xing never imagined that He Yuan would come looking for him.

He Yuan should hate him.

Like those fruitless rewinds, locking him up, or saying hurtful things in the prison, or telling him about her own marriage...

But each time, He Yuan would rush in with tears in her eyes.

Like a seemingly tough kitten, it only throws a small tantrum before breaking its seemingly hard but actually fragile cardboard shell to reveal its soft interior.

He would always hold Yingxing and cry for a long, long time, then wipe away his tears and say harsh words, and then go back to the beginning again.

Yingxing in dreams is always puzzled, while Yingxing outside dreams is plagued by self-loathing.

Crane and Kite shouldn't have come.

In his past life, Yingxing was a short-lived species, and he always suppressed his uncontrollable thirst for love.

Now... he finds it difficult to control his instincts.

The demonic body amplifies all emotions a thousandfold, ten thousandfold, unleashing all the emotions accumulated in the past.

He simply held the young man on his lap, feeling his body temperature; this was already an act of extreme restraint.

"I have no idea."

He Yuan said coldly, "I don't care about your thoughts, I just want to know how much value you can still provide."

A good horse doesn't eat the grass it has already grazed; He Yuan understood this principle very well.

He told Yingxing this, and received a soft laugh in response.

“Hmm, a good horse doesn’t eat the grass it’s already grazed,” the crimson eyes stared intently at He Yuan, “but remember to be careful, the grass might become so persistent that you’ll be so hungry you can only eat it.”

He Yuan was angered by Ying Xing's implied meaning.

He gave Yingxing a weak glare and tried to pry her hands away.

But men are naturally strong. They used to be able to lift a heavy sword with one hand. Now, after being strengthened by the demonic body, their strength is even greater than immeasurable.

He Yuan even felt as if a huge rock was pressing down on her lower back.

He frantically tried to pat Yingxing.

I have some wounds, big and small, on my cheeks, neck, and chest, but they are all minor and not very threatening.

This only emboldened Yingxing further.

His hands were like heavy chains, tightly binding her slender, alluring body, nibbling at her fair skin.

Please keep this in mind.

Stray dogs that have been abandoned are often more aggressive than before when they are rescued.

He Yuan grabbed Ying Xing's clothes, tilting her head back and breathing heavily.

The furry head rubbed and sucked against his neck and chest, leaving mark after mark in his wide-open collar.

He should push him away.

But he chose to let it go.

Suppressing it will only plunge Yingxing into an even deeper hell.

It's good to release it here.

He Yuan lowered her head, trying to suppress the shame of seeing this scene, her eyelashes trembling, and she tightly hugged Ying Xing's head.

It was like an invitation, yet also like a reassurance.

The buttons at the collar popped open, the belt that accentuated her slender waist was ripped off, and the carefully wrapped gift was roughly torn open and left in a mess.

Fortunately, Yingxing still retained a sense of clarity.

His movements were as gentle as before, completely different from how he had just torn his clothes.

Because traces of "taming" still remain on his body.

Because I know He Yuan dislikes pain, because I know He Yuan dislikes rough treatment, because I know He Yuan dislikes humiliating words.

Therefore, Yingxing would not do it.

His original plan was to stop here.

The smell and the touch were the best soothing remedy, enough to bring him back to his senses.

He should fasten the buttons, straighten He Yuan's clothes, and make the young man appear perfectly in front of the crowd.

But he was invited.

Yingxing could not refuse.

When he saw the young man's forbearance and dedication, his emotions reached their peak.

He Yuan had no idea that his appearance... would arouse the destructive desires of many people.

I want to shatter those stoic faces, to drag those who selflessly dedicate themselves down into the mire, to make them sink with me.

Yingxing gritted his teeth and managed not to carry out this vicious act.

No, that's not allowed.

He cannot let He Yuan down.

He has already done wrong, and everything he is doing now is a blessing, not something he should take for granted.

Of course, he can indulge a little, but not too much.

Yingxing's tenderness was exceptionally clear; all those occasional overreactions shattered into dust and scattered into irretrievable particles.

Just like today.

As long as Yingxing doesn't cross that line of no return, when Heyuan comes to see him again, she will forget her past transgressions and only remember the feeling she had at that moment.

Yingxing had never realized that cuteness and sexiness could be combined in one person, making her both innocent and alluring.

He Yuan's eyes clearly seemed to know nothing, yet his body was flushed pink, honestly expressing his feelings.

Yingxing was "tempted" once again.

The journey from the cabin for a short rest to the bedroom takes only an hour.

The dripping water meandered its way down until it stopped beside the bed.

Looking up, you'll see a limp, pale hand hanging down, dotted with red marks.

"OK……"

Whenever Yingxing showed signs of stopping, Heyuan would always say this.

He clutched a strand of black hair tightly in his palm.

Even though they were already enjoying themselves to the point of being oblivious to the situation, they still let the other person have their way.

Can Crane and Kite really remember how many times it has happened?

"Just like Brother Yingxing believes in me, I also believe in Brother Yingxing."

He said that

Please keep this in mind.

If a stray dog ​​you bring home is aggressive, please give in to its demands and use guilt to restrain its actions.

"It's all over now."

It's all over now.

Yingxing has been on the path of atonement for a long time and has paid off a lot of debts.

Next, he had to pay back his debt to his biggest creditor.

After washing herself as usual, He Yuan tried to calm her breathing.

He Yuan looked at Ying Xing with red eyes.

There were no words, as if all the anger was reflected in his eyes, only to be quickly concealed.

Yingxing's palm soothed her cheek, warmly comforting her still-unrelaxed nerves.

In this brief moment of warmth, it felt like going back to the past.

He cleared his throat, trying to ignore the lingering effects of what had just happened, and calmly asked, "Have you decided on a name yet?"

Yingxing knelt by the bed, took his hand in her hands, and kissed the back of his hand.

"edge."

It is the blade of a weapon, a blade forged to be sharp, and also the blade in He Yuan's hands.

He will be the best and most obedient weapon in the hands of the youth, to overcome all difficulties, to carry out all tasks and wills, until he is abandoned again.

But he will not be abandoned.

He has been marked, a reassuring mark.

He Yuan's lips curled up slightly.

"Blade, that's your public name."

"In my eyes, you will always be Brother Yingxing."

After resting in the bedroom for a night, morning arrived.

The time to meet with Screw Gumu was fast approaching, and Yingxing had already prepared the clothes and helped Heyuan put them on one by one.

It all feels like yesterday.

It was always like this before. Yingxing would coordinate the outfit for the day, put on each piece, and then take it off at night.

His hand paused for a moment in a daze, then he quickly turned around.

It's all over now.

No matter how much you cherish the past, you can't go back. It can only become a beautiful memory to be savored in your heart.

The starship docked at the port of Screw Star, and the monarch personally came out to greet it. When he saw Yingxing behind Heyuan, his expression remained unchanged.

"Isn't this a joke? What kind of expression do you want for a robot head?" said the Black Tower lady.

He Yuan smiled.

"But I hear his gears rattling. Could the unparalleled Black Tower lady answer my questions?"

Black Tower: "Tch, that's just a normal reaction when you see a love rival."

Hei Ta looked He Yuan up and down. "But you really have a big heart, entrusting your ex-husband to your suitor. You're something else."

He Yuan raised an eyebrow. "Hasn't what Ying Xing has done enough? For a genius, such a partner must be quite good, right?"

He has a past that isn't too outrageous—compared to a certain genius who wanted to create a breeding envoy; he has tenacious perseverance—compared to a certain genius who worked at a fruit stand; and he doesn't have a contemptuous perspective—compared to most geniuses.

To be fair, Yingxing is a very good partner.

With him around, many of the Black Tower's experiments made good progress.

The unparalleled Black Tower Lady can do it all by herself, but... if she has help, why not use it?

Geniuses are often solitary, and very few, like Black Tower, can still maintain contact with Nguyen May and Screw Goom.

However, some projects require collaboration to be done better.

Take the study of the Star Gods, for example.

"So you really don't want to test the initial version of the simulated universe?" Black Tower asked, unwilling to give up.

As things stand, who is more suitable than He Yuan?

She was certain that once He Yuan entered the simulated universe, a flood of blessings would come rushing out.

Crane Kite shook her head. "I'm already in the simulated universe."

He wasn't interested in playing a game within a game; that would be too tiring.

Black Tower wasn't disappointed. "Fine, anyway, this thing is still a long way from being perfected. Come find me again if you change your mind."

As He Yuan and she were chatting, a message was sent to his jade tablet.

The future needs blades. —The messenger of the end.

They've finally arrived. The faction that Blade belongs to—the Star Core Hunters.

He Yuan knew that Ren would have a good life where he was, so she didn't try to stop him.

But... he wanted to make sure Ren didn't feel so guilty.

Paying off debts is an excuse, and occasional reassurances are a reward. Everything is packaged as "debt" so that Ying Xing can accept it with a clear conscience.

Let's just say he's soft-hearted.

They're just game characters, why take them so seriously?

Right?

Crane Kite asked Black Tower, "What would you do if your favorite game character did something wrong?"

Black Tower seemed to understand something. "It depends on how much I like it. If I really like it, I'll help him handle all the aftermath until it's over; if I'm so-so, I'll just help him a little, as long as he can survive; if I don't like it anymore, then I'll let him fend for himself."

He Yuan sincerely said "thank you".

He really liked Yingxing, who was also his first wife.

Moreover, Ying Xingge is currently very interesting, which makes him reluctant to let go.

So I won't let go.

He's a player, so it's normal for him to be fickle.

In response to that text message, He Yuan replied: "He will come when the time is right, but he will always belong to me."

It's a declaration of sovereignty, and also a way of telling the other person that Yingxing is someone he loves.

Black Tower observed his expression and couldn't help but retort, "You don't think of the real world as a simulated universe, do you?"

He Yuan was somewhat surprised and tried to say truthfully, "I've always had the ability to save and load, so why can't I treat all of this as a game?"

Black Tower commented: "An interesting answer. I imagine that Screw guy would be happy to discuss this topic with you."

He Yuan pondered: "But I don't have any ideas about the machine head at the moment."

“We can chat even if we don’t have any ideas,” Heita said, twirling her long hair. “For people like us, there are plenty of people to talk to.”

However, most people cannot resonate with geniuses, especially unparalleled geniuses like Ms. Black Tower.

So she created the Black Tower dolls, listening to them praise her was also a form of conversation.

"If you're interested in the machine head, you might be able to meet the Venerable Sir John Bosh."

"I'll need to ask you about the route you took back then."

Crane Kite: "..."

He Yuan sighed helplessly, "Is this why you're pushing me to go and date a screw-gum?"

Black Tower nodded. "That's right, haven't you noticed? As an android, Screw Goom is the creature closest to the structure of the Boswell. The moment you have the slightest thought of falling in love with the machine head, he will immediately appear in front of you."

"Then I'll bring you in front of me and ask you questions?" He Yuan asked.

Black Tower: "..."

Black Tower: "...It's because these Star Gods are all keeping things hidden. If they were open and honest, I wouldn't have had to do this much research."

He Yuan understood.

He shrugged. "Let me finish what I need to do first. I don't have a good impression of Star God lately."

Black Tower naturally asked, "Why?"

He Yuan pondered for a moment and said, "Just like someone presumptuously changed your experimental direction, there will always be someone who wants to make decisions for me or disregard my wishes."

"To be precise, it's a star god, not a human."

Black Tower understood: "I get it."

She didn't pursue the topic further. "By the way, remember to collect the dividends from these projects. The Blade you sent only does the work without asking for payment; let me give you all the payment."

He Yuan nodded and accepted it as usual.

Whether in the past or present, Ying Xing has handed over his assets.

"Oh right, and this too."

Hei Ta took out a box. "He developed a protective weapon based on my research. It opens automatically when danger is encountered."

"He experimented and found that the average level could achieve two or three results."

He Yuan stared blankly, "Did he say anything?"

Black Tower was puzzled: "No, I guessed you wanted to tell me yourselves, so I didn't ask."

He Yuan: "Okay, I'll go find him myself in a few days."

Black Tower's expression froze: "I remember you're married, aren't you?"

He Yuan didn't know how to explain it to her, so she could only say, "This is some of my private matters."

A tacit understanding, that's the current situation.

If Dan Heng were to be reborn, the relationship would become even more complicated.

He Yuan pondered and began to formulate a plan to go to the planet Luo Si.

Jing Yuan came up behind him and quietly wrapped her arms around him.

"Remember to make it up to me."

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Author's note: The next chapter will be from Jing Yuanyuan's perspective.

Dan Heng's storyline is shorter because his plot unfolds later in the story; he is considered a representative figure of the new generation.

Jingyuan won't suffer a loss.