Xiang Cong followed behind Yi Mu, looking like he was asking for a beating, and kept talking incessantly in Yi Mu's ear.
"There are no humans here. With Your Highness's abilities, you should be able to reach the top of the mountain in no time. Why bother walking up here on foot?"
Climbing a mountain is about enjoying the arduous process of climbing. If you could reach the summit easily, what would be the point?
Yi Mu didn't want to explain to this annoying guy, her lips pressed tightly together, she just wanted him to get lost.
Undeterred by the lack of response, Xiang Cong followed Yi Mu tirelessly.
In order to shake him off, Yi Mu sped up. Even a person with normal physical strength would not be able to catch up with him, but Xiang Cong did not fall behind him by even a step.
"That damn plaster," Yi Mu couldn't help but roll his eyes at him.
"Are you in the Special Inspection Department particularly idle? Why is a deputy director following me around all day?"
Xiang Cong walked up to him without him noticing. He pushed aside a thorny branch covered in thorns, speaking in a lazy tone.
"They're practically working themselves to the bone, but my job is to follow you around, so I'm relatively free."
Yi Mu didn't notice what he was doing; he only felt that the road ahead had become much smoother.
He felt that Xiang Cong was a chatterbox and particularly annoying, and he really wanted to request that their Inspection Department replace him with someone else.
"That's impossible! A vampire of your level can't be controlled by those kids."
Yi Mu unknowingly blurted out what was on his mind, but Xiang Cong's reaction was too much.
He picked at his ear, frowning unhappily: "Why are you shouting so loudly? You're going to deafen me."
Xiang Cong pouted: "You're so delicate."
"What do you mean by that?" Yi Mu poked the back of his knee with the trekking stick in his hand.
Xiang Cong knelt down on one knee due to inertia.
Yi Mu quickly walked up to him and raised his eyebrows in a pretentious manner.
"What are you doing, Deputy Director? It's not a holiday, so I can't give you lucky money."
Xiang Cong was so angry at the thought of that little rascal that he laughed.
A mischievous glint flashed in his eyes as he grabbed Yimu's hand.
Fearing that Xiang Cong might be playing a trick, Yi Mu pulled hard backward.
He didn't notice that Xiang Cong's hand was about the same temperature as his own, which was not the body temperature of a vigorous adult man.
A vibrant, luscious rose appeared in Xiang Cong's hand, which was behind his back.
He magically presented the flowers to Yi Mu, a malicious smile playing on his lips.
"Kneeling on one knee isn't for asking for New Year's money; it's mostly used to express love and propose marriage."
Yi Mu isn't straight, so he can't take jokes like that.
He pulled his hand back and glared at Xiang Cong. This guy was really cunning and never willing to suffer any loss.
The two climbed to the top of the mountain and looked down at the clouds and mist below. Nature was so beautiful and serene that any living thing seemed insignificant in its presence.
Yi Mu closed his eyes and felt as if he had been baptized.
Xiang Cong, that unromantic fellow, in the face of such a beautiful view, spoiled the mood by taking out a cigarette from his pocket and smoking it.
He not only smoked it himself, but also handed the cigarette pack to Yi Mu, saying, "Your Highness?"
Yi Mu shook his head: "I don't smoke."
He didn't say he didn't like it, but Xiang Cong volunteered to pull out one, saying, "I'll teach you."
Emu disliked the smell of tobacco, as it reminded him of his incompetent father in the modern era.
Faced with the collapse of his vast family under his watch, the useless father could do nothing but wallow in despair in his study, smoking incessantly.
I always thought that smoking was just a numbing agent to relieve anxiety, but what I later saw was not the case.
He became curious about the small cigarette and let Xiang Cong put the cigarette butt into his mouth.
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