Chapter 25
As the saying goes, if you don't do it, you won't die. Lin Xuan deeply understood this saying.
Some time ago, Lin Xuan created a character named Mei Niang, a famous opera actress. Adhering to the idea that love for her meant giving her a tragic past, Lin Xuan wrote a backstory full of physical and emotional torture and melodrama, then posted it online. Since she was already a well-known wife in the entertainment industry, many fans took to the comments section to lament her heartlessness, accusing her of being so cruel to her own child.
Even her friend Fang Ying couldn't help but write a short essay to accuse her after seeing it, and then sent a bunch of heart-wrenching videos such as "If OC really exists, what will she say to you?"
"You've changed. Didn't you say you were a staunch sweetheart? How did you suddenly learn to use a knife? You wanted to find a soulmate but ended up living a lonely life. The theater you wanted to protect ended up being burned down. Woohoo, Xuanxuan, you have no heart."
"Hey."
In fact, Lin Xuan herself felt that her writing had been a bit tragic, and she felt somewhat sorry for Mei Niang. Perhaps it was because she dreamed about things during the day, and that very night she had a dream. In the dream, Mei Niang sat silently, her expression forlorn. She was dressed in her theatrical costume, and behind her was the theater engulfed in flames.
Seeing this scene, Lin Xuan's heart pounded. In the character story, Mei Niang's most cherished possession in her life was this theater, yet now, just like the story's ending, it had been burned down.
Lin Xuan's conscience was madly condemning her. She had clearly created the character of Mei Niang herself, and she loved her immensely. All the suffering Mei Niang had endured in the past was also caused by her own hands.
After waking up, the feeling of regret and guilt lingered in my heart for a long time.
Lin Xuan wanted to do something for Mei Niang. She dug through her files, hoping to rewrite a happy past for her. But while her original ideas had flowed like a flood, now her mind was completely blank. She forced herself to write several versions, but none were satisfactory, and the matter was eventually abandoned.
Later, while surfing the internet, Lin Xuan came across a post about a "dream-information master." The man claimed to be able to guide souls, allowing clients to communicate with desired individuals in their dreams. Lin Xuan initially dismissed the post, believing it looked like a child's trick. But then, thinking of Mei Niang in her dream, she began to waver.
Mei Niang...if possible, Lin Xuan actually wanted to have a good talk with her, try her best to make it up to her, and ask her what kind of past she wanted.
After hesitating for a long time, Lin Xuan finally decided to give it a try. Fifty cents a time wasn't expensive anyway, so if she got cheated, she'd just treat it as spicy noodles.
The other party quickly accepted her friend request. After asking about the character settings and the story, the dream artist sent her a picture and asked her to put it by her bed. Lin Xuan did so, and that night she dreamed of Mei Niang.
At first, Mei Niang was very gentle to her. Even though she knew that her suffering was caused by the people in front of her, she just reached out and touched her head and asked her if she wanted to learn to sing opera. Lin Xuan nodded repeatedly. She was interested in opera, but she couldn't learn it because of the pressure from her parents.
"Later, I followed Mei Niang in my dreams and learned to sing opera. One day, she suddenly asked me if I wanted to experience the stories I wrote. At the time, I felt so sorry for her and felt guilty, so I agreed." Lin Xuan covered her face and cried, "Who knew that Mei Niang's expression would change so immediately, and then it would become like this. I know she actually resented me all along."
Xun Lan sighed softly, hugged Lin Xuan, and whispered to her, "Don't think so. This has nothing to do with you. Mei Niang's suffering was fate's arrangement. You just happened to capture a fragment of her life. Mei Niang doesn't hate you."
"Wow, but you're not Mei Niang, how do you know what she's thinking?"
Xunlan was speechless and opened his mouth for a long time but couldn't say anything.
Mo Xuanji silently integrated the information in his mind.
A dream invader, entering dreams... Could it be the nightmare that escaped? Mo Xuanji quickly dismissed this suspicion. Although both drew people into dreams, their manifestations differed.
"This Mei Niang isn't the character you created." The eerie stench was almost overwhelming. How could anyone create something so eerie? "Now it's very likely a ghost... a demonic being has entered your dream in the form of Mei Niang."
"Monster...evil monster!" Lin Xuan's face turned pale.
Without giving them time to reflect, the opening gong sounded, the drumbeats gradually becoming more rapid, and the surrounding scene rapidly shifted in sync with the sounds. It was like suddenly straying into a two-dimensional space, everything around them transformed into dark, rough lines. They fractured, twisted, and spun, forming yet another scene. The gongs and drums stopped, and the world returned to three dimensions.
A female voice sang: "It is said that the young lady, only 28 years old, was so enchanted by a piece of opera that the military officer was bewitched~"
Lin Xuan's costume had turned into casual clothes, also from the last century.
"It's Mei Niang's voice." She whispered.
"Don't be afraid." Xun Lan protected her behind him.
This place seemed to be a garden. A man dressed as an officer walked forward, his features a jumble of lines. He spoke in an operatic voice, "Mei Niang, I am attracted to you. Will you be my wife?"
In the story, this part is about the officer falling in love with Mei Niang at first sight and coming to the back garden to find Mei Niang and confess his love to her.
Several paper figures emerged from the cracks in the ground around them, twisting and fluttering, turning into maids and servants whispering to each other.
"Mei Niang is so lucky to be favored by this gentleman..."
"Help, help!" Lin Xuan was terrified. In the story, Mei Niang would reject the officer's confession, but the officer would later pursue her passionately, unable to shake her off, and finally, in a rage of shame, rape her. When she wrote it, she thought the story was damn sweet, but now it was just horrifying. She regretted it so much. She'd just written about the knife, not the bloody, overbearing CEO fiction.
Seeing that "Mei Niang" still refused to agree, the officer was not discouraged and invited her again. However, it was as if he had lost his patience. Every time she refused, he would turn into a paper man step by step, and the lines on his body would continue to move.
After not getting a response for the tenth time, the paper officer became angry and said, "How could you reject my courtship? You should have agreed to it. Woman, don't even think about falling into the arms of another man except me!"
Lin Xuan covered her face and said, "I'm sorry, I wrote this line too."
The maids and servants who were watching turned back into paper figures and followed the officer to attack the three people in the middle.
Pale white pieces of paper came at them from all directions.
"ah!!!"
Mo Xuanji sighed softly, and the fan gradually became covered with a layer of fiery red light. As she waved it, pieces of paper figures were cut in half.
Xunlan took out a pair of large scissors as long as his arm from somewhere, and cut the paper that was handed to him with a click.
The officer wanted to reach out his paper-like hand to touch her, but Xun Lan cut him off with a look of disgust on his face: "Don't even think about touching her!"
"My wife, Mei Niang!" "Swish!"
The officer seemed indestructible. Whether he was cut into pieces by scissors or burned to ashes by fire, he would quickly recover with the wind. Like a programmed machine, he continued to repeat the cycle of confession - rejection - madness.
"This guy is really persistent." Xun Lan was exhausted and panting.
Is this the protagonist's halo? Damn, it's not over yet! Mo Xuanji remained calm on the surface, but inwardly he was furiously flipping the table. He turned his gaze towards the ethereal red veil. This was Lin Xuan's dream. As an ordinary person, she couldn't bear the feeling of being burned by the flames. He couldn't force her open like before.
Mo Xuanji originally planned to kill the protagonist who was driving the story forward, thereby interrupting the story's progress. Unexpectedly, under the protection of the protagonist's halo, this guy was simply an indestructible cockroach.
"Since we can't kill the characters in the story, what about the people who created it?"
Xun Lan looked up: "Mei Niang?"
"Yes. If I'm not mistaken, she is the core of the dream space. After killing her, you will naturally be able to escape."
Xun Lan and Lin Xuan looked at each other and saw the light in each other's eyes.
"What should we do? Should we go find Mei Niang?" Lin Xuan asked hurriedly.
Xun Lan thought for a moment and said, "No need. Mei Niang loves the stage. She's been singing a few lines every time a show opens these days. We just need to wait for the plot to unfold." After saying this, she looked at Mo Xuanji hesitantly and said, "Can you defeat it?"
Mo Xuanji cut off the incoming paper strangeness, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Yes."
After shredding the "male protagonist" once again, the surroundings finally shifted. The view suddenly darkened, and just like before, with the sound of the opening gongs and drums, the scene returned to the stage. Lin Xuan instantly vanished, and Mo Xuanji and Xun Lan reappeared in the audience.
The heavy red curtain was pulled aside, and a cloud of red veil fell, revealing a woman in a red costume on the stage. She sang a song and slowly rose to face the audience. The audience cheered.
As she moved, a crystal was faintly visible on Mei Niang's abdomen. The strange crystals seemed impossible to hide; this was their fatal weakness.
Now is the time!
A fiery red sword energy slashed towards the crystal, but Mei Niang dodged it with a twist of her waist. The sword energy sliced through the curtain behind her, revealing Lin Xuan, also in costume. She stood there frozen, as if frozen in place, maintaining the pose for the stage. Unable to move, her eyes filled with panic. Upon seeing Mo Xuanji and Xun Lan, she managed to regain her composure.
It's okay.
"I will deal with the evil spirits, and you go save people." After saying that, Mo Xuanji flew onto the stage and attacked Mei Niang's vitals directly.
A smile appeared on Mei Niang's made-up face. She didn't stop talking, but folded her hands. The audience in the stage turned into paper again, waving like ribbons and stabbing at her, trying to wrap around Mo Xuanji's body.
Xun Lan had already rescued Lin Xuan. She held the big scissors with both hands and protected Lin Xuan behind her.
"Don't be afraid, I won't let them hurt you."
"Woo woo woo Xunlan..."
"Sir, why bother disturbing my performance?" Mei Niang said slowly.
"Why does the girl have to wear someone else's skin?" Mo Xuanji didn't intend to waste time with it, and attacked the vital points with every move.
Mei Niang was much easier to deal with than Nightmare, and before she could last more than a few blows, Mo Xuanji shattered her crystal. Strangely, she didn't die, but instead transformed into a ball of purple energy and tried to escape. Mo Xuanji struck her head hard with his fan, and she mysteriously lost consciousness on the spot.
The surrounding scenery began to crumble, the ground began to shake, and a beam of light shone in from afar. The three of them followed the light and saw that the theater's main door had opened, revealing a dazzling white light. Lin Xuan's intuition told her that if she stepped through this door, she would wake up and return to the real world.
Lin Xuan took Xunlan's hand and wanted to lead her to the door: "Xunlan, we can return to reality after we get out of here! By the way, can I add your contact information? I want to get to know you in real life. Thank you so much for accompanying me and encouraging me these days..."
There was no pulling. Lin Xuan looked back at her in confusion, only to see Xun Lan slowly pulling his hand out.
Xun Lan smiled, her eyes filled with encouragement and reluctance. She bowed and made a familiar salute. This was the gesture Mei Niang always made at the beginning of her performance.
"Miss Lin, I can only accompany you this far. Please take care of yourself for the rest of your life."
Behind her was the gradually collapsing theater. This scene was exactly the same as the dream Lin Xuan had at the beginning, except that this time Mei Niang had a smile on her face.
At this moment, Lin Xuan finally realized something. Her cognition, which had been affected by the strange energy, returned to normal. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she rushed forward to hug Xun Lan tightly, "Xun Lan, how could I have forgotten..."
"There is a famous actress in Beijing. Mei Niang is her stage name. Her real name is Xun Lan." The real Mei Niang has always been by Lin Xuan's side to protect her.
Mo Xuanji thought to himself, as expected. He didn't say anything at this point, but quietly stepped aside to give the two girls some space.
Lin Xuan felt guilty: "Xunlan, I'm sorry. You were so good to me, but I arranged such a past for you..."
A cool finger touched her lips. Lin Xuan looked up and saw that Xun Lan had transformed into Mei Niang. This was also the most perfect look in Lin Xuan's mind.
Xun Lan stopped Lin Xuan from saying the next words.
"No, that's not the case. I've said before that everything that happened to Mei Niang was arranged by fate. Miss Lin just happened to capture a certain part of Mei Niang's life and presented it."
Xun Lan smiled slightly and placed her hand on her heart: "In fact, I have never resented the hardships, nor have I ever blamed Miss Lin. I am very happy that someone can see this past and understand me personally. I can feel that Miss Lin truly loves me."
Lin Xuan lay in her arms and cried loudly. She could feel Xunlan's body disappearing.
"It's a blessing to be able to meet Miss Lin for a short time. The soulmate I've been looking for is right in front of me." She looked at Lin Xuan seriously: "My lifelong wish has been fulfilled. I'm very happy."
A confidant doesn’t have to be a man, he can also be a close friend.
"Miss Lin, when you go back, please live a good life with this little girl."
"good."
Xunlan disappeared along with the theater.
Lin Xuan wiped away her tears and stood up. She looked at Mo Xuanji and asked, "Are you going to disappear too?"
Obviously, she regarded Mo Xuanji as the same as Xun Lan.
Mo Xuanji smiled at her without explaining: "Go back quickly, your family is waiting for you."
When Lin Xuan woke up, she found herself in her mother's arms. She looked like she hadn't rested for a long time, with dark circles under her eyes and a haggard face.
"Mom?" Lin Xuan exclaimed in shock.
"Xuanxuan!" Mother Lin hugged her daughter in surprise. "You scared me to death. Have you been under too much pressure from studying these days? Can I give you a few more days off? What do you want to eat or drink? Are you hungry now? I'll make you some food."
"I'm sorry, Mom, for making you worry."
Hearing the sound in the room, Mo Xuanji leaned against the wall and smiled.
"This little girl has great talent. Maybe she will be your junior in the future." The system sighed.
Mo Xuanji picked up the purple energy ball in his hand. The little thing was still struggling desperately.
"It's half demonic, half weird, and it's still alive even after the crystal shattered. What the hell is this thing?"
The shattering of the crystal seemed to have a great impact on it. It could not transform back into human form, and no longer had the ability to speak.
"This little thing is a dream demon, the juvenile form of nightmare." said the system.
"The juvenile form of a nightmare, so a nightmare is actually a demon? But the one we encountered in the Happiness Community was clearly a strange one..."
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"Come, be part of us..."
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Mo Xuanji raised his head suddenly, and the system chuckled in his mind: "It seems that you have guessed it."
After thinking for a moment, Mo Xuanji left quickly.
Zhao Wencheng wiped it off on his apron. He had been hiding here all day disguised as a vendor since receiving the order, except for the target who came out to buy food that morning. Now, with the sun almost setting, the target hadn't come out again.
"My mother is such a homebody." He sighed and shook his head, turned his head to continue making wontons, but was caught off guard and made eye contact with the person he had been thinking about.
"Good evening." Yu Heng gave a gentle smile. "What are you reading?"
"!!!!!!!" I was so scared! When did he leave? I didn't even feel his presence at all. "No no no no no! Are you still buying wontons?"
"No. But I need your help to deal with this." With a light tap of the fan, a purple energy body wrapped like a rice dumpling appeared on the stove.
Zhao Wencheng's eyes widened instantly: "Dream demon?! Why is there a strange aura... Ugh!"
It's over! It exploded! Zhao Wencheng closed his eyes in despair. He heard Yuheng's chuckle.
"Thank you for the hard work, comrade. There's a guy who calls himself a dream master who sets traps online, releasing dream monsters into people's dreams. Now that I've caught one, the rest depends on you."
"Ah? Hey? Hey? Hey?" Zhao Wencheng was stunned. "What... does this mean?"
"People can turn to the police for help when they're in trouble, right?" The sight of a man, seemingly old enough to be a patriarch, calling him "police uncle" was quite shocking. Zhao Wencheng's less-than-stellar brain was working frantically.
Although the Bureau of Supernatural Powers did not have an official organization, everyone unanimously accepted its status in the underworld.
The other party called themselves the people, essentially making their position clear. After figuring it out, Zhao Wencheng's face broke into a genuine smile. He took the dream demon and the clues and immediately reported them to his superiors in front of Yuheng.
Mo Xuanji breathed a sigh of relief. This time, he'd taken the initiative to show his support to the authorities. As a law-abiding successor to the new generation of Communist Party members, he couldn't bear being monitored like a potential threat by his own people. It wasn't easy for him, and the authorities were wasting manpower and resources. It was better to talk it out sooner rather than later.
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The next day, Lin Xuan posted a short comic on her account.
The existence of the mysterious boss and Xun Lan was like a flash in the pan. After Lin Xuan woke up, she could no longer find any trace of their real existence. Lin Xuan didn't know how long this memory would last, so she decided to draw the whole experience while she could remember it.
Not long after the short comic was released, its popularity skyrocketed.
[Is Mrs. Wow Wow Wow also following this manga? The mysterious boss is simply amazing! ]
"Hey?" Comics? What comics?
[Wow, I thought Liuhe was drawing a solo story for the mysterious boss, but after a closer look, it turns out it's fanfiction! Is the second creation so exciting now? I bow down to the lady!]
[The boss always makes people feel safe no matter where he appears, woooooooo]
Comics? Kuni?
Lin Xuan was a bit confused. She sent a private message to a commenter in the comments section, asking about the comic. The other person thought she was joking, but finally, after her sincere inquiry, he half-believed and half-doubtedly sent her the link to the comic.
The comic was called "Mo Wen Tian Ji." On the cover, the three protagonists stared at the camera, while a figure stood behind them with their back to them. The figure, holding a fan, half of his face was faintly tilted. Lin Xuan instinctively recognized this as the boss from her dream.
She has become stupid.
What was going on? A character from a comic book she had never seen before had come into her dream and rescued her?
Then, would Xun Lan be… She thought so, and quickly opened the browser and typed in Xun Lan's name. She thought the first result would be the story of the character she had written, but the first result that popped up in the browser search made Lin Xuan stunned on the spot.
It was a profile of a person, with a black-and-white photo taken in the last century hanging next to it.
“!!!!”
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Mo Xuanji was bored and flipping through his phone. Incidentally, this phone had been sent by the authorities two days ago. It also contained several official contact details.
Since he had nothing to do anyway, Mo Xuanji caught up on the comic updates he had missed. Seeing netizens' speculations about Zhu Changan's competitive eating contest, he couldn't help but think they were a bit outrageous.
"Chang'an is definitely human. I can still tell the difference between a human and a demon. He doesn't have any demonic aura at all." Mo Xuanji followed the group of [I can't figure it out, put an eye in.jpg] and gave them a [+1]. Very good, maintain formation.
The system hesitated to speak: "Could it be that this child has something that can hide his aura?"
"It's not impossible." Mo Xuanji took a sip from the teacup and couldn't help but complain, "But is there really someone who doesn't know they're a demon?"
The system's tone was a little strange: "Yeah, there really isn't anyone who doesn't know they're a demon, right?"
Mo Xuanji was about to say something, but suddenly he perked up: "I can sense my true form. I'll go back and take a look."
"Go." The system's voice was full of anticipation.
Mo Xuanji felt his soul return to reality. He opened his eyes and saw Zhu Changan's face before him. He was filled with worry, and dark circles hung under his eyes. The moment he saw Mo Xuanji wake up, he was stunned for two seconds, and the worry on his face instantly turned into surprise. He hurried out and shouted, "Xuanji is awake!"
"You finally woke up." Shen Liuxue pushed the door open and walked in. She looked at him with a serious face, but the next second she seemed to be unable to hold back, and her expression softened a little.
Mo Xuanji felt that the perspective was a bit strange. He had to crane his neck to barely see them... Wait, crane his neck?
His eyes widened. Something seemed amiss.
"Jiji?" Why are you two so big? Did someone use the shrinking formation on me again?
As soon as the voice rang out, everyone in the ward fell silent. Mo Xuanji reached out in disbelief, wanting to touch her mouth. When she saw her hand clearly, her brain froze.
Zhu Changan's eyes wandered, not daring to look directly at her. He coughed dryly and silently took two steps back. A smile flashed in Shen Liuxue's eyes, and he took out a mirror from his pocket and placed it in front of Mo Xuanji.
Mo Xuanji's soul lost its color.
There is no image of Mo Xuanji in this mirror.
A furry, pure white ball appeared in it.
Oh, to be more specific, it is a ball with a pointed triangular mouth, beautiful tail feathers on its butt, and a fat and furry body!
"Actually, your true form is quite... handsome." Shen Liuxue suppressed a smile. No wonder Mo Xuanji hid his demon identity. A cold-faced cool guy with such a soft and cute true form, if it were her, she would do everything she could to hide it from everyone.
However, could Xuanji also mean the husky Xiaoji? A magical idea slipped through her cerebral cortex.
The little bird in the mirror opened its mouth blankly.
"Who, who is this? Is this me? No, no, no, this is not me. This must be someone's prank!" Mo Xuanji screamed in her heart.
The system laughed crazily in its consciousness in a very wicked way: "Hahahahahaha no way no way, there really is no one who doesn't know that he is a monster?" "Tsk tsk tsk tsk, I can still tell whether it is a human or a monster~~~"
For the first time, the desire to kill the system reached its peak.
Mo Xuanji buried her head in her wings, not wanting to face this bleak reality anymore.
He understood, he understood it all.
Why can he roll out a feather every month from childhood to adulthood? Because he is not a human being, and this feather is most likely the one he shed from his original body.
Why has he been running and climbing trees so fast since he was little? What bird isn't fast? What bird that can fly can be slow? Grandma... Grandma, does she know he's a demon? Right? Otherwise, why would she have liked to call him "Jizi" since he was little?
He had been raised among humans, and his grandmother's constant nonsense had made it easy for him to ignore his own abnormalities. For eighteen years, he had firmly believed that he was human. Now the evidence was irrefutable, and he couldn't escape reality even if he wanted to. Mo Xuanji let out a long breath.
When I got the deed, Boss Yan said I needed to input demonic energy to open it. Now that I think about it, there was no need to panic. "System, so you actually know I'm a demon, right? If nothing unexpected happens, Yuheng is definitely not human, right? You modeled it after a demon, right?"
The system coughed dryly twice. "Ahem, that's right. But you didn't ask. In fact, whether you want to be a human or a demon, the result is the same. You don't have demonic energy, so as long as you don't reveal your true form, no one can tell you're not human. If you want to be a demon, it's even easier. Once you reveal your true form, who would dare to deny you?"
Numb, destroy it. Mo Xuanji closed his eyes resignedly.
Ah, his cool and crazy image is gone forever.
Looking at the autistic Xiaoji lying on the hospital bed, Shen Liuxue whispered, "Xuanji, are you okay? If you don't want me to, I will forget about what happened today."
"Me too!" Zhu Changan echoed from the side.
How could I possibly forget something like this!
Mo Xuanji moved her wings away and pretended to be calm: "Chi." It's okay. I don't care.
How can it not matter! Crazy table flipping.jpg
Just as he finished speaking, the door of the ward was kicked open and hit the wall with a loud "bang".
"Shen Lin'an! Where the hell did you hide our tribe's cubs!!"
The man was wearing a very neat, ancient costume, embellished with feathers. The clothes were formal, but the way he wore them was a bit too informal, as it was obvious that most of his chest was exposed.
As the saying goes, a good man doesn't have a mistress.
After the man entered, his hawk-like eyes swept across the room, finally settling on the bed. He gritted his teeth, but in the next second, he flashed back, picked up Mo Xuanji with a loving expression, and examined her repeatedly.
"Oh my god, this is the cub of our Feather Tribe! Shen Linan, you are a heartless bastard. You sent our cub out on a mission before he even reached adulthood? Look, the corners of his mouth are still tender yellow! You have no conscience!!!" He roared madly into the void.
A full-bodied and clear voice of "Get out!" was heard in the air.
Shen Liuxue and Zhu Changan stood aside, watching this person silently, wanting to speak but hesitant. Zhu Changan quietly pulled Shen Liuxue's sleeve and asked in a whisper, "Hey, Liuxue, is this really the acting leader of the Feather Clan?"
Shen Liuxue also replied in a whisper: "It seems so."
Although it is rumored that Yan, the second-in-command and acting chief of the demon clan, is a cold-blooded and ruthless person.
"Oh, my dear, you've suffered so much during these years of wandering around..." "Chi..." Help... I'm suffocating...
A ferocious and evil person.
"Baby, do you want some candy? Grandpa has lots of candies for little kids to eat~" "Ji!" I think you look like a candy.
Well-educated and well-mannered.
"Damn it, Shen Linan, don't think that I won't beat you just because you have a good relationship with our clan leader. Why is our cub so small, not even as big as my palm? Did you withhold his food?" "...Ji..." I'm really sorry that I'm small. So what if I'm small? Why bother to explain it so clearly?
“…It could also be a fake.” Shen Liuxue closed his eyes.
"Okay, okay, Sanhuo, see you at the old place later."
"My name is Yan, you illiterate!"
The being named Shen Linan seemed to be angry and left. He snorted coldly and never spoke again.
"Hey, kid, I didn't scare you just now, did I? It's all because of that guy surnamed Shen that he scared our kid. I always say that people surnamed Shen are no good!"
Shen Liuxue, who also had the surname Shen, was shot in the knee by an arrow.
Mo Xuanji's expression was blank. With a "pop" sound, she pulled herself out of Yan's arms and hid far away.
Yan showed a hurt expression: "Wuwuwu, baby, don't stay so far away from grandpa."
The system laughed wildly in its consciousness, completely ignoring the fact that its gentle and elegant system design had collapsed.
Mo Xuanji's tiny body wasn't even sixty-six yet. His wings were limp and underdeveloped, so he couldn't fly even if he wanted to. He could only flee on his short legs. Yan, with his long arms, reached out and scooped him up.
"Hey, baby, don't be angry. This is the first time Grandpa has seen a baby in three hundred years. I'm so excited. Grandpa promises to stay calm and talk to you properly next time, ah~"
Was he hallucinating? Why did he see pink flowers floating behind this person? Mo Xuanji's face was filled with shock. He turned his head and used his body movements to express his rejection.
Although he was able to quickly accept the fact that he was a demon, it didn't mean that Mo Xuanji could quickly accept a stranger calling himself his grandfather. Not to mention that this guy looked only in his twenties.
Mo Xuanji struggled for a moment, then finally chose to lie down. The light in her dark eyes faded.
Yan happily hugged the little cub and smiled. He turned around and looked at the two people who were trying hard to reduce their presence. "Hey, you are my little cub's friends, right? Nice to meet you. What are your names?"
"Hello, my name is Zhu Changan."
"Chang'an, what a nice name. What about you, little girl?" Oh, this little girl is really adorable. She has such a high level of cultivation at such a young age. I can take her in as my disciple and teach her well later...
“…Shen Liuxue.”
The acting clan leader, who had just said "No one with the surname Chen is a good person" a few seconds ago, maintained a kind and gentle smile, but the color gradually faded.
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Mo Xuanji resigned himself to his fate, covering his face with his wings. Why, why was it that every time, these people's styles were so different from what he'd imagined? Why were they all so idiotic? What kind of world was this? No wonder the system only recognized him as its host!
Mo Xuanji suddenly had the illusion that everyone else was mad, and he was the only one who was clear-headed. Fortunately, his serious friends could still give him some psychological comfort.
"Ahem, enough small talk. Now let's get down to business."
You call that small talk, right?
Yan coughed twice, cleared his throat, and said seriously, "Child, who have you grown up with all these years? Are there any known blood relatives around you?"
"Chi...Chi." I was raised by my grandmother. I have no blood relatives around me. Mo Xuanji answered seriously, completely unaware of how adorable he was in the eyes of others.
"Your grandmother..."
"Chi." I was picked up by my grandma.
When he was little, his grandmother always teased him, saying that he was hatched from a stone egg she picked up from the mountain. He used to think it was just a joke, but now it seems to be true.
Yan suddenly raised his head 45 degrees to the sky, then wiped away a tear with his sturdy arms. He solemnly grasped Mo Xuanji's... wings and said, "Child, you've suffered so much over the years. It was our negligence that led to your loss. If you have any complaints, we won't say anything. We all hope that you can be healthy and happy."
Yan, frankly, found it strange. Fewer cubs were born to their Feather Tribe, and every member cherished their cubs immensely. It was impossible for them to remain silent about a lost egg. He had thoroughly questioned every member of the tribe before coming (even hanging them up and beating them severely), and no one admitted to having lost an egg.
The Feather Tribe doesn't have any members living abroad, right? Where did this little cub come from? This demonic form is truly bizarre; it's impossible to tell what kind of bird it is. Forget it, forget it. I'll just consider it my fault for now. I can't let the cub feel sad because he's unwanted.
Yan was already gearing up in his heart. Once he found the little cub's parents, he would make sure to let them feel the "love" from the acting clan leader.
Mo Xuanji was stunned for a moment, then uncomfortably pulled back her wings and put them on her back.
Shen Liuxue was thoughtful on the side.
Zhu Changan used a whisper again: "Do you understand what Xuanji is saying?"
Shen Liuxue shook his head solemnly.
She wasn't from the Feather Tribe, so she couldn't understand the encrypted conversation. She decided to learn a few more demonic languages so she could communicate seamlessly with her companions.
"Little cub, do you want to go back to the Feather Tribe's homeland? We all live together, it's very lively here."
Do they all live together? Doesn't that mean you'll run into all your aunts and uncles when you go out?
This is clearly hell for people with social anxiety.
Mo Xuanji was about to shake his head to refuse, but what happened during this period of time made him think more.
The dream demon, and the dream master behind it, are like a huge net lurking in the internet.
At the time, Lin Xuan mentioned that the dream master's post had several requests accepted simultaneously. However, a dream demon can only create dreams for one individual at a time. Therefore, it can be inferred that the dream master has more than one dream demon under his command. If a large number of dream demons were to disappear, it would likely alert the demon clan, but Mo Xuanji hasn't detected any activity from the demon clan in recent days. This incident is likely the work of the demon clan.
Also, although it is unclear what the guy who first shattered Fang Ying's protective mirror came from, he is definitely not a dream demon without attack ability.
The demons must be hiding some secrets. Besides, as allies, they will also be a vital force in the fight against the apocalypse in the future. He couldn't act arbitrarily according to his own preferences now.
No matter what, he should go and find out about the situation of the demon clan.
"Ji." I will go, but not now.
Yan had obviously anticipated this outcome, but he wasn't disappointed. He simply rubbed Mo Xuanji's head and said, "Okay, studies are more important after all. So, when you want to come back, light this feather. Grandpa will sense it and come get you."
As he spoke, he plucked a feather from his body. This green feather had a strange sheen.
Mo Xuanji accepted it and said that he already knew it.
"Hey~ So good~" Yan touched his little cub intoxicatedly, then smiled at the three people... no, the two people and the bird: "I'll have to trouble you two to take good care of our cub in the future. I have some things to do right now, so I'll go first."
"Well! Goodbye, senior."
"grumble."
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