Chapter 108 Why do you smell strange? The next day...
The first thing I did when I woke up the next day was to kick Kazoo off the bed.
Debauchery! Shame! Idiot!! Actually indulging in lust in the hall. Where is the dignity, where is the moral integrity, where is the bottom line! ?
I lay on the couch with backache, glaring at him. Kazhuo was kicked to the ground but still laughing, like a succubus who had eaten meat, with the corners of her eyebrows and eyes showing the laziness of having eaten her feet.
"Why are you so cruel to me after a night of passion? You must have felt very comfortable too."
"I regret it now. I advise you not to do anything that will make me regret it even more."
"What do you regret more?" Kajo licked the corner of her mouth and leaned over to kiss me. "The thing I regret most is that I didn't tell you how I felt earlier. Maybe I could have gotten what I wanted earlier."
"...Get lost, I don't have time for you. I'm leaving now, there are a group of people waiting for me."
I pushed the large gummy candy away with a gloomy face. Kazhuo was not annoyed. She lay on the carpet and looked up at me: "You are leaving? I also want to go back with you... But, I know you still want me to help you with something, right?"
He knelt in front of the couch, deliberately showing his thighs that were barely visible under his robe. This guy was wearing nothing underneath, and he just wanted to take advantage of me and not let me go. I wanted to kick him, but I was afraid he would feel good. I gritted my teeth and said, "Is that enough? Are you done? I just want you to help me monitor Xia Ping'an's movements, not like I'll never see you again in this life."
"It's not over yet. When you go back, those people will definitely pester you. By then, you will probably have forgotten me. So I have to come a few more times while you are here."
His fingertips rubbed my ankle lightly, and I shuddered and subconsciously tried to pull my foot back, but he held me in his palm and kissed my knee slowly and gently.
"Let's do it again. It's really the last time."
"Have you ever heard a saying? A man's mouth is a lie. I'll just trust you once. I'd rather believe that Samuel will become Remiel."
I slowly but firmly pulled my foot back. Kajol looked regretful and said, "You really don't want to do it? I got a bunch of dancers' clothes. I can wear them for you to see."
"....Weren't we together last night? Where did you get it?"
"Do you like my breasts? Feel free to touch them. I chose an open-chested model, so you can touch my breasts and below."
The black robe was transformed into red gauze by divine power, so transparent that it could hardly cover anything, yet just on the edge of temptation, not revealing everything.
The string of golden bells on her ankles rang softly, like the collar of a Persian cat. The red gauze was shadowy, revealing pale skin. The waist was cinched in, making Kajol's waist look amazingly thin, but her face suppressed this frivolous vulgarity, and her lips were bright red and moist, making other traces too conspicuous. The full and round chest muscles were beautiful but not abrupt. Her eyes moved, and the taut instep stepped on the dark red carpet, making people's eyes unable to help but look up along the smooth calves, soft and sexy, and extremely sexy.
He walked towards me step by step.
Sticky and wet.
Something was slightly revealed under the red veil, and it was huge, completely different from that pretty face.
I covered my face and said, "Don't come over here! You usually molest believers like this when you're a god, and you fawn on your fans like this when you're a singer outside! I really need to call for help!!"
Kajo paused and raised her eyebrows: "Then don't look through your fingers? Is that what you call covering your face? The gaps between your fingers are so big that I can see your eyes."
I clasped my fingers together awkwardly: "...I'm sorry, I was worried I couldn't see clearly."
"...So you just looked at it from under your hand? What's the point of that...you say one thing and mean another. If you want to see it, just come and see it yourself."
Kajol grabbed my hand and pressed it against his chest. His elastic chest muscles were firm and smooth, and his slightly hard and pointed nipples pressed against my palm.
I rubbed it subconsciously, closed my eyes silently at his triumphant smile, and chose to surrender.
The reason is simple: it's so chewy, bouncy and soft.
And the tip is pink.
*
When we finally finished, I resolutely resisted Kajol's temptation and talked to him about serious matters.
If we don't talk about the fact that he insisted on holding me in his arms while talking, it would have been quite serious.
I reached out and ruffled his hair, and said lazily, "Where did Xia Ping'an take the goddess of nature? I still don't understand why he suddenly attacked the elves?"
"All gods have been forced to sleep. They are currently in your kingdom, Xia Ping'an's. Except for me and Samuel. Xia Ping'an doesn't have the authority to close Samuel, and I chose to follow him before. As for why I chose the elves... After all, the goddess of nature has a good relationship with Samuel, at least on the surface. Plus, the elves are powerful, so naturally they were the first to disintegrate them."
"...What on earth does he want to do?"
"You have to ask him. You can't expect me to be a worm in his stomach. I would rather be yours."
Kajol's casual teasing made my heart skip a beat. I looked away subconsciously, as if a secret had been exposed.
His long raven-colored hair fell in front of my eyes, gently brushing against my forehead. He noticed something was wrong with me and nuzzled my nose against mine: "What's wrong?"
"...nothing."
I was vague. Until now, I still haven't told them the truth.
In fact, even the other world is not real. The game world is the first layer of illusion, and the outside world is the second layer. Just like an onion that can never be peeled, the core hides secrets that are difficult to tell.
I stood up. Kazhuo wanted to reach out to stop me, but I dodged him. The marks on my body only needed one spell to remove them. I easily removed them and said to him, "I'm leaving."
"...Are you angry? Did I say something wrong?"
His scarlet pupils shrank slightly, and I don't know how many things he thought about in an instant. Unlike the previous pretense of teasing, he was really worried this time. I sighed and reached out to rub Kazhuo's head. It felt as smooth as silk: "It's not your problem."
It's my problem.
"...You are still so unclear in your words."
He pursed his lips, as if he was not satisfied with the answer. But he did not refute it. Kazhu came over and kissed my face: "If there is anything, remember to tell me the first time. I don't want you to hide it."
I evaded the question vaguely, feeling a slight pang in my conscience, which made me afraid to look him in the eye. Kazhuo stared at me for a long time without blinking, and then kissed the back of my hand, his lips were cool and soft: "We have an appointment, don't lie to me."
Every word made my heart beat wildly, and I felt like the flag was about to stick in my face. I quickly agreed, and Kazhuo was barely relieved. He personally escorted me out of the temple.
The dark fog dissipated, leaving a wide passage. Kazhuo sent me out of the area covered by the black fog, and no monster dared to block the way. If he was not afraid of Xia Pingan finding out, he could have sent me directly to the Forest of Elves.
I finally persuaded him to go back, and then I was left alone. I rubbed my forehead and said, "Remiel, are you still there?"
A calm voice sounded in my ears: "I will always be by your side."
No matter which Remiel is, he is always there when I need him. I just thought of this, and suddenly thought of something else: "...So last night..."
"Yeah, I'm here too."
"......"
Don't you have a function to properly avoid other people's privacy? How can you even watch something like this? I glared at the air in anger, and Remiel's voice seemed to have a hint of chivalry: "You look very angry. Next time, I will remember to block it in advance."
"There won't be a next time, stop talking nonsense!" I wanted to hit him on the head, but he just laughed. I clenched my fists silently. It took me a long time to suppress my embarrassment.
"Stop it, I have something to ask you. In the outside world... I mean, in the real world, what kind of people are they?"
There was a moment of silence, and just when I thought Remiel wouldn't answer me, his voice rang out softly.
"It's basically the same as the pseudo-reality we created. You can understand that the reality you see now comes from a certain stage in their lives. The essence of the mental recovery device is to stimulate the mind through the use of virtual images, thereby achieving the effect of healing mental wounds. After we hacked into the program, the device absorbed a part of the user's mental power and memory, and combined with computing power to weave a pseudo-reality world."
The data streams flowed, and along with Remiel's words, they gathered into Q-version figures in front of me.
Samuel appeared first, followed by Kajol who stood beside him, and then Sean and Neil who appeared almost at the same time.
Dense blue threads emerged from the four little men, weaving into a closed box. Then a bulge formed, which gradually turned into two boxes that depended on each other.
"Just like this, with the first fictional world as the core, the game world was born. Since it was born based on the first world, it took away a part of the mental power and computing power. After the two worlds reached a balance, we invested your mental power, and thus Xia Pingan and Parka were born. As our (optical computer) focus gradually shifted to the game world, the allocation of resources became more and more unbalanced. This is why Xia Pingan wants to replace your identity in the game."
"Based on this understanding, we can answer your previous question - whether they are in the game or outside the game, they are all split from the same person's mental power, and their personalities are almost the same. The only difference between here and the real world is that in the outside world, they..."
Lemuel used a very smart word: "...go the long way."
"...You mean more mature?"
"Almost. Mental repair equipment is expensive and rare, and you must have extremely high qualifications to use it. In fact, all of them outside are outstanding and excellent. If you can successfully stop Xia Ping'an and choose to let them return to reality, they will also have the memories in the repair equipment."
"And what if I fail?"
I asked this fatal question, and the voice in my ear fell silent for a moment. The box in front of me shattered, twisted into a ball by an invisible force. The azure data stream dissipated, as if it had never appeared.
"I think you should know it very well."
I couldn't help but smile bitterly. Yes, I know exactly what kind of person Xia Pingan is, and what kind of person I am. Even if I act as if nothing has happened now, I can't hide my former coldness and madness.
What Xia Ping'an is doing now is just a replica of what I did before. If anyone is talking about the person who started the massacre on this land, I am the first one.
"I just don't understand what he wants to do... It seems that I still have to ask Xia Pingan about this matter."
I sighed softly and walked towards the forest. Today's battle had just ended, and the elves and humans were cleaning up the battlefield. From a distance, I saw Odysseus and the Knight Commander standing at the edge of the battlefield, talking about something. Sean was lying on the ground in wolf form, growling impatiently at Samuel, who was holding a piece of fresh meat and teasing the wolf with great interest.
These guys are really something, making a scene like this every day. I couldn't help but quicken my pace, and suddenly I heard the sound of the wind.
A huge shadow flew across the sky, like an ancient fairy tale come true. A dragon folded its wings and descended from the sky, with the sound of the howling wind all over its body.
The cold scales turned into soft skin, and the cool breath was mixed with warm body temperature. It was hot but not scalding. There was a faint smell of blood.
“Welcome back!”
I staggered in his embrace, but Neil firmly grasped my waist. He rubbed against me like a spoiled child, making me feel a little itchy. I pushed him with a smile: "Okay, are you a puppy?"
"I'm not. Dragons have a keen sense of smell—"
Neil was talking when he suddenly twitched his nose and the expression on his face froze.
My heart skipped a beat as he came closer and closer. The tip of his white teeth was faintly visible between his lips, and his pupils shrank slightly, turning into dangerous vertical pupils.
"...What's wrong?"
I pretended to be nothing, and Neil twitched his nose, his expression changing between confusion and scrutiny.
"...How strange..."
He muttered softly, his voice neither too loud nor too soft, just enough to be heard by a few people walking by.
"Why do you smell weird?"
Sean narrowed his eyes when he heard this: "Why didn't I smell it? Was it covered up by magic..."
Samuel examined it: "The walking posture is the same as before."
Odysseus and the Knight Commander did not participate in this strange topic, but they all stared at me.
Under the gaze of the four people, I was speechless. A drop of cold sweat silently flowed down: "Listen, listen to my explanation..."
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