A beautiful thumb extended towards Wang Ji, then the index and middle fingers typed out a series of codes: "In your Earthly terms, living Buddhas are common, but living Yama are not."

Let's publicize her again. Listen to how arrogant she is... it's outrageous.

Wang Ji didn't take it seriously; he was just joking, or rather, not really joking: "So what are you going to do? Are you just going to stay here with me?"

That doesn't make sense, does it?

He crossed his legs, propped his head up, and tilted his head to look at her: "Even if you believe in my character, please believe that I'm just a pervert... If I'm going to keep a mistress in a golden house, I'll only be hiding one hand. Wouldn't that make me a pervert?"

If someone finds out, it won't sound good for me!

Let's just raise it..."

A long, slender, and fair middle finger extended out.

Wang Ji's face darkened, and he pressed the hand gesture back: "Believe me, this gesture is neither ladylike nor suitable for you."

The middle finger was stubborn, trying to stick out, but Wang Ji simply wrapped it in his hand, making her unable to move.

"How about this, I'll help you think of a way to sculpt a body for you, and at the very least design a mind-transformation driver for you, so you can go wherever you want then."

"Whether you choose to live in seclusion or dig a hole and bury yourself, just don't stay here. Not only is it difficult for me to explain, but I also suspect you might be able to monitor me, which would be inconvenient."

Wang Ji insisted on his own version of events.

To be honest, since Keisha and he didn't have a very close relationship, his trust in her plummeted.

He believed in the other person's character, and had always believed in him, but it was still inconvenient. Nobody wants a friend or an elder to live next to them every day.

The little hand stopped struggling, and Wang Ji let go.

“Scumbag,” she said.

Wang Ji took a breath and said helplessly, "Can't you speak properly? Just say what you want, okay? I originally wanted to protect you, but my abilities are limited."

I thought you could probably be resurrected, reborn from a drop of blood, your body rebuilt, but now... this can't be my fault, can it?"

To be honest, he couldn't quite understand why Keisha couldn't be rebuilt.

For God, even if the physical body is lost, it can be rebuilt using dark information, but it requires quite precious materials.

Rebirth through bloodshed is actually not that difficult.

As long as the underlying information, or thought process, remains unchanged, one remains the same person.

As for the Divine Body, the fourth-generation divine body, although his clone was upgraded by Keisha before his death, he did not have time to obtain the data of the Divine Body.

This is like Ge Xiaolun being a third-generation divine body but not understanding anything about it. If Wang Ji wants to learn about the principles related to the divine body, he at least needs to get his hands on it and study it, whether it's data or a physical object.

However, his clone had been blown to smithereens. The clone was upgraded and the data was reorganized, so his clone technology couldn't reconnect for a while. He could only slowly figure out a solution.

"You held my hand back then to save it? It saved my hand?" Keisha's small hands were busy typing coded words, and she pointed to the blue lotus.

"Not entirely. There was a misunderstanding back then. I was reluctant to part, so I just touched it..." Wang Ji casually took the blue lotus, put it in his palm, and disappeared.

"Let me see what you're hiding?" she asked, reaching out her hand.

"Don't be so shameless," Wang Ji politely declined.

"Yan Du made such a promise to you, yet you still don't trust me?" The fair little hand said indignantly.

“She is her, and you are you. Who knows when you’ll come back to life, find a husband, and sell me off? You angels are too extroverted; I don’t trust you,” he said matter-of-factly.

"..."

“When it comes to shamelessness, I have never seen anyone surpass you.” She tapped the door.

Enjoy the outward happiness of an angel while guarding against this.

"I am ashamed." Wang Ji clasped his hands in a fist salute.

This was something he gleaned from Angel Yan's words.

When they envisioned the future with the power of the galaxy, it was only natural for them to protect Ge Xiaolun.

Now Yan wants to be good to him and let him enjoy the most selfless and sincere favoritism of an angel, including getting revenge for the grievances he once suffered, as if it were only natural.

If an angel wants to be kind to someone, it's because they genuinely care about you.

"What if I stay single forever? You won't keep it a secret from me then?" she asked.

Wang Ji scoffed: "Swear it."

"I……"

Wang Ji interrupted, "I don't believe it."

"..."

“I’m staying here, I’m not leaving.” She tapped the table.

As he spoke, he poured himself a cup of tea, picked it up, and drank it all in one gulp.

Unfortunately, she didn't have a mouth; it all fell to the ground.

Water splashed everywhere, but she continued pouring tea.

The tower, neither too big nor too small, is actually a classically elegant room, fully equipped. It would be a bit too luxurious to call it a prisoner; it's more like a place for one's own residence.

If you hold one hand, it's more than enough.

Wang Ji scratched his head. To be honest, he always felt that he was soft-hearted towards women, especially since she was like this now. He just couldn't bring himself to be hard-hearted.

In fact, up to now, Keisha has been quite good to him. Yan said that if it weren't for Keisha making the decision, she wouldn't have had a choice.

In the end, all his efforts may become a joke, a result of being overtaken by those who came later.

"If you insist on staying here, I can only do my best to shield you from all senses..."

"No, I want to see the scenery."

"..."

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