Chapter 43
Leaving aside the wailing of netizens, Mo Xuanji turned the page back to the palace.
"What's wrong? Did you find anything?" the system asked curiously.
"I really thought it was too simple." She actually thought Liuhe was just a man with some tricks. Out of caution, Mo Xuanji didn't say the last half of the sentence.
There were so many inconsistencies that it was hard for him to ignore them.
Liuhe was a fairly conventional character in the beginning, with the comic's scenes mostly focused on the main characters, devoid of any outlandish content. Therefore, even though Liuhe's identity and origins were unclear, Mo Xuanji didn't delve too deeply into it. In his opinion, as long as they were friendly, concealing some personal information was fine. After all, it was a matter of personal privacy, and he wasn't one to delve into it.
It wasn't until the second incident was drawn that Mo Xuanji began to doubt Liuhe's position. In the Happy Community, He clearly drew a strange image.
Revealing any form of strange existence to ordinary people has always been strictly prohibited. If it were to keep the plot moving smoothly, Liuhe could have easily replaced them with other concepts, but not only did he not, he made his drawings more and more realistic.
This isn't just defying the law; it's a direct tirade against the authorities. His behavior is even more outrageous than that of someone else. What decent person would be so reckless as to defy the authorities?
Another question is, how did Liuhe know what was happening with the Black Robe Man? If the protagonists were in a position of proximity, or were deliberately letting their partners off the hook, then what about the Black Robe Man, the enemy?
The system heard Mo Xuanji's inner thoughts. It was silent for two seconds, then lowered its voice in its sea of consciousness: "So, you are doubting Liuhe?"
"Don't you find it strange? Although it is an investment, the comics must present a complete story. Where there are good guys, there will naturally be villains. Good guys can gain the power of faith from the audience's love, and the same goes for villains. They can certainly get what they need from other emotional feedback." Mo Xuanji replied with his mind.
"A delicate balance has been reached between the pros and cons. It seems the comics haven't changed anything. And Liuhe never said that, apart from ordinary people, I'm the only one who can read the comics from beginning to end."
The system took a deep breath and said, "If someone on the other side can also see the comics, then not only will we have no advantage, but we will also be in a more passive position.
The pro-side is in the open, the anti-side is in the dark. When both sides can see the comic strip, it is clear who has the upper hand.
Mo Xuanji stared at the comic page for a while. He suddenly changed to a more relaxed posture, revealing a smile that belonged only to Yuheng. As if on a whim, he asked, "Liuhe, is this comic only for me, or can everyone read it?"
The system slipped in the sea of consciousness with a "swish" sound.
[……] The familiar Liuhe special font appeared on the mobile phone screen.
【Only you can see】
As if sensing Mo Xuanji's suspicion of him, another message appeared on the screen a few seconds later.
[…Please give me more trust. Our goals are always the same.]
[I swear on my soul that I will never deceive you or do anything to harm you.]
As soon as these words were spoken, Mo Xuanji could sense that there seemed to be an extra link in his soul.
"Soul Contract." The system's voice was a little complicated: "This is the most commonly used contract spell in ancient times. It swears on one's own soul. Once violated, the soul and body will be destroyed." This is really cruel.
It can be seen that Liuhe really doesn't want to be misunderstood by his partners.
[It was my negligence that caused you to misunderstand me. As compensation, you can ask me any question and I will answer it truthfully.]
Mo Xuanji thought about it and asked about the thing that he cared about most at the moment.
"Can you interfere with reality?"
[I can only observe] Liuhe replied.
"I understand." Mo Xuanji had already gotten the answer he wanted. As for Liuhe's identity, he already had some guesses in his mind.
Fortunately, I can finally relax now and no longer have to be wary of this reliable partner.
Liuhe came quietly and left quietly.
What Mo Xuanji didn't know was that not long after, this reliable partner quietly released an announcement.
【Liuhe Studio:
After a long period of hard work and creation, we are finally proud to announce that the "Mo Wen Tian Ji" comic book is coming soon! As a bonus, we will be launching the first popularity voting event, and the top three character illustration cards will be dropped as gifts~ We hope you will support us~]
The comment section was stuck for a moment, and two seconds later, the comments exploded, with tens of thousands of comments appearing instantly.
[Holy shit! Holy shit! Has this old thief finally gotten the hang of things? Has he figured out how to make peripheral products? Go ahead, brothers and sisters!]
I've been reborn, on the day popularity voting opened. This time, I'm determined to take back everything I deserve. Click the link below to learn more about my revenge plan.
【The truth is revealed upstairs! 】
[Quick, quick, everyone, join the group and vote! I must win my wife's first peripheral!]
[Help me, why is this so unpopular? There's not even a voting channel.]
[That shouldn't be the case. Which one are you recommending?] someone replied.
[The security guard at the gate of Xingfu Community] gave the answer immediately.
【???】
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After a day of busyness and waiting, the anniversary celebration finally kicked off slowly amid everyone's anticipation.
Mo Xuanji held the clothes Wilde stuffed into his hand, feeling a bit helpless for a moment: "Senior, do I really have to wear this?"
Although the school allows us not to wear uniforms today, this outfit is too...
"Please, junior, this is my lifelong request." Wilde patted Mo Xuanji's shoulder solemnly, then put his hands on his shoulders and turned him towards the locker room. "Just think of it as this for the club. You can ask for anything you want afterwards."
"Okay." Mo Xuanji resigned herself to her fate and went in with the clothes in her arms. A faint rustling sound came from inside, and Wilde smiled with a look of success.
After a while, Mo Xuanji reluctantly pushed the door open. She looked away awkwardly, her ears reddening. "Is that so?"
I have to say that Wilde's clothing style is really good. This dress perfectly fits Mo Xuanji's personal style, and the playing card elements on it can also be seen at a glance that it is related to magic.
But for Mo Xuanji, this was too ostentatious.
The top of the outfit was a white turtleneck shirt, which subtly accentuated his slender figure. Below, he wore a pair of black high-waisted trousers. His straight, slender legs were hidden in his boots. His entire body was tightly wrapped, but the black half-glove gloves allowed a glimpse of skin, drawing everyone's attention.
He took a step forward, the leather leg ring on his left leg constantly showing his presence.
Mo Xuanji felt as if his soul had been pulled out of him. The clothes were brand new, not yet stained by the wearer's warmth. The cool touch gradually cooled the temperature that had risen due to shame.
Wilde stared blankly at Mo Xuanji, his mouth wide open enough to fit an egg. A few seconds later, he slapped his thigh and stood up with a grin. "Junior, I knew you were the stuff!"
He circled Mo Xuanji several times, exclaiming in admiration. "Really, it's a huge loss to the fashion world that you didn't become a male model."
The system, eager to watch the fun, also made strange noises within its sea of consciousness, saying, "Jizi, how about we become models in the future?"
Mo Xuanji's toes curled fiercely. "Shut up." This was a bit exaggerated.
“…”
“…”
It's broken. Because of excessive nervousness, the dialog box and the inner box are reversed. Mo Xuanji's inner villain turned into "Screaming" on the spot.
Fortunately, Wilde didn't care. He rubbed his chin, as if suddenly remembering something, and quickly took out a pair of gold-rimmed glasses from his storage bag. There was even a thin gold chain on them.
"Wait, this isn't necessary, right?"
"Junior, you don't know that the gold-rimmed glasses are the soul of this outfit. Don't move, okay." Wilde said as he put them on him.
At this time, Mo Xuanji was extremely restrained and could only maintain her demeanor and have a blank expression.
The reliable senior students were applauding him loudly.
After taking care of Mo Xuanji, Wilde quickly changed his outfit, which was so ostentatious that he almost had the words "I am the most powerful magician in the world" written on his face.
"Have we fallen to the point of selling our bodies?" Mo Xuanji silently looked at Wilde, who had also become strange.
"Hehe, you don't understand this. If you have good cards, you are a fool and don't use them." Wilde showed his eight white and shining teeth.
Taking advantage of the lack of people, Mo Xuanji dragged Wilde to the tent that had been set up yesterday. Otherwise, with Wilde's personality, he would definitely choose to make a high-profile appearance when there were many people around.
The tent, dominated by black, was painted with vibrant, bold colors, creating a mysterious pattern. Magic cards hung from it, creating a mysterious and peculiar look. At least, the mysterious black stood out amidst the sea of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple tents.
Originally, it was a pure black tent, dull and ugly. But Wilde said that only a magician could understand its potential, so he spent a night renovating it and finally made it what it is today.
Mo Xuanji arranged the tables and chairs, and the postcards used for advertising were neatly stacked in a transparent box, with some paper and pens placed next to it, as well as a basket of exquisite small gifts.
Wilde took out his sunglasses and put them on, smiling like a successful man.
"Mornings are the busiest time of year. I believe that with our looks... no, our temperament, we'll definitely attract more magic enthusiasts. There will be fewer people in the afternoon, so feel free to go out and play whenever you want. You don't have to worry about the tents."
"good."
Mo Xuanji was fidgeting. He preferred standing to being looked down upon. After some thought, he simply stood aside silently, arms folded.
At this time, the main force is about to arrive at the battlefield.
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