Chapter 036 Chapter 36
"I'm sleepy." Mo Xuanji yawned, and the corners of her eyes turned slightly red from the stimulation of a few drops of saline solution.
Hearing the noise, Liuliu poked his head out from the flames and said, "Chiu."
"Well, good morning." Mo Xuanji rubbed Liuliu's head and forced himself to cheer up, preparing to meet the official. After taking a few steps, he suddenly realized that something seemed amiss with him.
What is that white thing?
He lowered his head and realized he'd changed into a white dress. The style was rather simple, barely acceptable for everyday wear. The collar and cuffs were embroidered with gold thread, giving them a touch of elegance.
Mo Xuanji was stunned for a moment, then quickly figured out who did it: "System?"
After all, that Tang suit was created by the system using energy.
"Ahem, it's me." The system said shyly, like a girl whose secret had been exposed. "I've been thinking about it carefully these past two days. Yuheng is a big boss, so he must be very wealthy. It's impossible for him to wear the same clothes from the beginning to the end, right?"
There seems to be a bit of truth in it.
Seeing Mo Xuanji remain silent, the system lost its temper and said, "Well, it's just a little hobby of mine... I'm a system now, so playing a dress-up game isn't too much to ask. And this outfit isn't ugly either. Look, it perfectly complements your bossy aura, doesn't it?"
To prove its aesthetic taste, the system used its energy to conjure a mirror before him. Mo Xuanji looked at himself in the mirror, hesitant to speak, "You're right."
"Okay, okay, let's go out and take a look. That guy has been waiting since around five o'clock." The system quickly changed the subject.
Mo Xuanji took a deep breath, quickly adjusted his state, and opened the door of the antique shop.
Zhao Wencheng was squatting on the steps, half asleep. He waited for an unknown amount of time when the crisp sound of wind chimes came from behind him. He was about to touch the edge of Zhou Gong's clothes, and suddenly woke up with a start.
"Good morning, Senior!" The greeting was deafening. Of course, it was a physical deafening deafening deafening deafening.
The villain in Yuheng's heart silently covered his ears.
…
A thin wisp of smoke slowly rose from the pale golden incense burner, carrying a faint fragrance. The incense seemed to have a calming effect, causing Zhao Wencheng's tense body to relax slightly.
He sat at the tea table, not daring to utter a word, his gaze fixed on the incense burner, as if he wanted to stare it into a flower. Across from him, the mysterious figure named Yuheng was expertly brewing tea, his movements flowing like water, appearing perfectly natural.
Zhao Wencheng was under tremendous pressure, but he didn't know that Yuheng was even more panicked than he was.
"Help! Why isn't he saying anything? I'm so embarrassed." Maintaining a calm exterior, Mo Xuanji frantically scrolled through the screen in her mind. "Tong, this is how the tea is brewed, right? What's the next step?"
"Don't panic. The momentum is strong right now, maintain it. The next step is to pour the tea, so pour it slowly."
The clear tea slowly pours into the cup, and the unique fragrance of tea immediately hits you.
"How are you these days?" It's too awkward, so I'd better say something.
Zhao Wencheng seemed relieved as well, a smile on his face. "Excellent. Senior, I'm here to report to you on the progress of the mission."
"Based on the clues you provided, we were able to track down the other victims and those involved... the demonic agents. Aside from the mastermind, the dream-enterer, whose whereabouts remain unknown, we've apprehended all the others."
It's only been three days, right? So fast? Although surprised, Yu Heng didn't show it on his face. He just smiled faintly, "Not bad."
Zhao Wencheng's smile widened. He scratched his head with a silly smile and said, "Thanks to the seniors for discovering it in time. Otherwise, if it had been delayed for a longer time, we really don't dare to imagine what irreversible consequences would have occurred."
"It's just a coincidence." Yuheng picked up the tea lid and gently scraped off the foam.
Zhao Wencheng picked up the teacup and took a sip. After hesitating for a moment, he asked, "Senior, have you ever heard of the demon Jichen?"
"Jichen?" An unfamiliar name. Yuheng was about to say he didn't know him when the system stopped him. It played a line in his mind, and Yuheng understood it, changing his tone to: "I've heard that he's a very hardworking kid. What's wrong?"
Zhao Wencheng inwardly gasped. A thousand-year-old demon was just a "hardworking kid" in this man's eyes?
"That's right. Based on our investigation and the experiences of another special ability team, it is basically certain that Ji Chen is the dream master."
"Tap." The tea lid was gently put back.
Zhao Wencheng wasn't sure what the boss's attitude was towards Ji Chen, so he gritted his teeth and continued, "Our special ability team was attacked by Ji Chen and his accomplices while carrying out a mission. They all hold a hostile attitude towards humans."
Having said that, he couldn't help but feel a little discouraged.
Humans and demons aren't as united as they appear. In fact, many powerful demons once held grievances against humans, but only managed to maintain a semblance of peace due to the orders of the Demon King. I thought that after all these years of getting along and adapting, they'd finally put aside their prejudices. Unexpectedly...
How many other demons are there who hate humans like Jichen? Zhao Wencheng thought so and subconsciously said what was in his heart. After he finished speaking, he began to regret it and looked at Yuheng cautiously.
Yuheng didn't seem to care, still looking as gentle as spring breeze. He poured Zhao Wencheng another cup of tea.
"Take your time. This is a good sight now."
Today, humans and demons fight side by side and coexist harmoniously. If this scene were to happen three thousand years ago, it would probably be considered a pipe dream. But now it is the most common thing.
"After all, the demons who want to stir up trouble are still a minority. No one is willing to give up the hard-earned peace, and the demon tribe is no exception."
Zhao Wencheng also figured this out and breathed a sigh of relief: "You're right."
After that, neither of them spoke.
After sitting for a while, a clear "gurgling" sound suddenly came from somewhere. Zhao Wencheng subconsciously covered his stomach, looking embarrassed. "Well, senior, have you had breakfast yet? How about we go out for something to eat together? It's my treat."
"No need. Human food is useless to me." Yu Heng's alias truly didn't need to eat. Living things eat to obtain energy to sustain their functioning, and Yu Heng's body was full of energy, not lacking even a little.
Perhaps this is why Yuheng can't eat. Deep in her consciousness, Mo Xuanji thought silently. But now that he said that, she really felt a little hungry. She might as well go back to her main body and eat something after she's done.
Zhao Wencheng did not stay long. He left after leaving a copy of the mission report.
Mo Xuanji breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back in his chair. "Finally gone... System, which Ji Chen are you talking about?"
"That's the person who tried to brainwash you yesterday." The system briefly explained Ji Chen's identity and background, and finally sighed: "What a pity! He was a promising young man, but he went astray."
The sleepiness that came from deep within his soul seemed to intensify. Mo Xuanji yawned and stood up, ready to close the shop door and go back to sleep. However, just as his hand touched the door, he heard a surprised voice.
"Manager, you're finally open. I've been waiting for you for two days!"
Mo Xuanji sighed softly and resigned herself to Yuheng mode. "Good morning, has your mirror ever broken?"
"No. Manager, I have to say your cooking skills are truly amazing. My dad didn't even notice anything wrong when he came back." Fang Ying came over with a smile. She looked Yuheng up and down and gave him a thumbs-up. "Wow, Manager, you look so stylish in this outfit! You look like the hero in a fairy tale."
Yuheng gave a tired smile. "Don't bring up something so shameful." "Thank you."
Fang Yingxiao followed Yuheng into the antique shop. She looked around, as if searching for someone. Finally, she couldn't help but ask, "Manager, do you know Mr. Liuhe? Are you guys on good terms?"
Yuheng paused for a moment while drinking his tea. "Hmm?"
Fang Ying took out her cell phone, opened the comic in front of him, and scrolled to the page where Yuheng rescued people.
"Look, this is exactly like you! Even his clothes are the same as the ones you wore two days ago!" She held her phone next to Yuheng and compared them back and forth, and suddenly discovered something: "Hey? Manager, didn't you put on eye shadow today?"
"..." Deep in his consciousness, Mo Xuanji couldn't help but hold his forehead.
It was a mistake. He only knew that ordinary people could read comics, but he never imagined that one day someone would hold up a phone and let him watch his pretentious scenes. Help! His toes, hidden in his shoes, suddenly tightened violently.
Under Fang Ying's expectant gaze, the store manager nodded calmly: "I know him, but we only met once." They only communicated through text at the beginning.
"At that time, he said he wanted to draw me in, probably because he was afraid that I would cause trouble for him. After that, he never showed up again." Yes, every word was true, it was not a lie. Mo Xuanji's conscience was slightly relieved.
Fang Ying showed a disappointed expression. "Well, I thought I could catch Liuhe this time to urge him to update..."
"?" Suddenly I had a bad feeling.
As expected. Fang Ying expertly swiped to the last page, and a cute, round, white ball appeared on her phone. Yuheng's calm expression faltered for a split second, but fortunately, Fang Ying didn't notice.
"Look, this little chicken is so cute! But Liuhe only draws here and there is no follow-up. It makes me want to update all day and I can't sleep!" The girl's face was full of resentment. In a voice that ordinary people can't hear, she began to mutter: "I really want to tie Liuhe up and lock him in a small dark room to make him draw every day. If he finishes, I can give him an advance on the video. If he can't finish, I will whip him... Hehe"
Yuheng, who was not an ordinary person and could hear everything clearly, silently took two steps back.
Fang Ying seemed to realize something and coughed twice to change the subject. "Hey, Manager, I wanted to say this the last time I came here." She pointed at the screen at the door and said, "Will this really not affect business? You can't really see anything from the outside."
"It doesn't matter. If fate calls, it'll come." This was exactly the effect he wanted. Without this screen, he wouldn't even feel comfortable drinking water. Whether as Yu Heng or Mo Xuan Ji, he didn't like the feeling of being spied on.
"Oh~ I understand, you want to learn how to fish like Jiang Taigong!" The girl showed a wise look.
Yuheng gave her a polite smile.
Ah, I’m so sleepy, I really want to go back to sleep... Yuheng silently poured himself a cup of tea.
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