Chapter 128 Let the string of words "awake" pierce the heart.
The anxious reporters gradually dispersed, and Mr. and Mrs. Luo also turned to ashes and disappeared from the stage.
The hall where Luo Huayi was carried to the front of the stage was now completely empty.
Outside the hall, the sound of flames burning furiously could be heard.
Xin Que also heard the voices around Luo Huayi urging him to take action against her.
She slowly stood up and looked at Luo Huayi across the empty row of chairs.
Ultimately, Luo Huayi is still a supervisory AI under the control of the prison. With an overwhelming barrage of commands, no matter how hard Luo Huayi tries to remain conscious, what if…
Xin Que slowly placed her hand on the hilt of the knife at her lower back.
Luo Huayi felt dizzy in waves.
The clamoring voices in his ears grew louder and louder, as if they were trying to tear his eardrums apart, constantly screaming for him to quickly dissipate this space.
The iron chain aimed at Xin Que was forcibly dragged away.
Luo Huayi looked down at her hands, which were constantly flashing back and forth in a jumble of garbled text. Her voice was hoarse, and it was unclear who she was speaking to, but she said, "I can't blame her."
Xin Que paused in drawing his sword, then slowly pulled the blade from its sheath at his waist.
The garbled text on my hand became increasingly dazzling, and the clamoring commands in my ears intensified.
But Luo Huayi's mind was perfectly clear.
No one is obligated to rescue him from dire straits time and time again.
The kidnappers, driven by desperation and enraged, were abducted.
It's the Luo family's fault for using him as a scapegoat;
Blame it on my bad luck...
But he couldn't blame the ghost who had actually saved him.
Tears of blood streamed down the boy's face and fell to the floor. Luo Huayi's vision was almost completely obscured by gibberish and dizziness, and he couldn't see anything clearly, so he simply gave up looking at the reporters' seats below the stage.
The limbs and torso were gradually eroded and covered by garbled text, becoming heavier and heavier.
[Humanoid Supervision Program 01 Error!]
[Humanoid Supervision Program 01 Error!]
[Humanoid Supervision Program 01 Error!]
Xin Que braced herself against the back of the chair, quickly flipped to the front of the stage, her expression as if she were looking at an inanimate object, devoid of any emotion.
Then, she raised her knife towards the boy on the stage, who was almost engulfed by gibberish.
[The Humanoid Supervision Program 01 has ceased operation.]
"clang----"
The ear-piercing sound of metal clashing scraped heavily past my ears.
The military knife, which was aimed at the iron chain hole of Luo Huayi's carotid artery, was deflected by Xin Que.
Luo Huayi was somewhat bewildered and hadn't yet realized what was happening when one hand gripped the back of his head and the other firmly wrapped around his waist, pulling him forward.
The boy's pupils widened suddenly.
The garbled text that was about to obscure the boy's vision dissipated somewhat, and the strands of hair of the woman in front of him that were drifting backward gradually became clear, along with his chaotic and rigid thoughts, which gradually began to function.
"You..." The boy finally reacted. He struggled to raise his hands, which were covered by garbled text, and hugged the woman who was holding him tightly, letting her pull him backward.
The two barely dodged another attack from behind by the iron chains, and then crashed heavily onto the floor-to-ceiling curtains on the stage.
A wide, velvety curtain, as soft as river water, brushed over Luo Huayi and Xin Que, enveloping them as they descended into the darkness behind the stage.
"Have you had enough of lamenting the passing of spring and the coming of autumn?" Xin Que asked him.
Her vision was somewhat obstructed by the constantly swaying curtains, but the rapid changes in the frail boy's figure in her arms allowed her to assess the situation.
As a teenager grows into an adult, the layers of appearance gradually fade away.
Lost in the night market, Luo Huayi tightly embraced the woman's waist, his eyelashes fluttered twice, and he slowly opened his eyes.
"Hmm." Luo Huayi's nose tingled, and his heart felt like it was stuffed with a dry, cotton ball. An unknown emotion surged in his heart, neither rising nor falling, making him uncomfortable and anxious.
Is it because of those unresolved past issues in your heart?
Or is it because of the anger that was once again stirred up by the illusion?
still……
The emotions that are so complex and difficult to unravel are hard to understand in a short period of time.
He couldn't understand it, nor could he see it clearly.
Countless chaotic thoughts, like a curtain enveloping the two of them, were threatening to drown Luo Huayi.
Is my claustrophobia acting up again?
Luo Huayi buried her face in the woman's neck, her mind a jumble of thoughts, her nose stinging, and her eyes feeling sore and uncomfortable.
He closed his eyes tightly, and the overwhelming and varied emotions that welled up to his lips ultimately melted into just two words, carrying a hint of grievance that Luo Huayi might not have noticed.
"...Xin Que?"
Just as Xin Que was about to speak, she felt a warm, damp sensation on her neck.
Xin Que didn't say anything, but after a moment of silence, she tightened the hand around his waist and said, "Mm."
The flames still roared outside the curtain.
Luo Huayi shut out the unimportant sounds around her, and her vision, blurred by tears, gradually cleared.
"How did you find me?" he asked.
"What," Xin Que laughed, "did you think I came here to save you?"
Luo Huayi's ears burned a little. "In your eyes... am I that narcissistic?"
For the first time, he discovered that he too had a day when he couldn't speak fluently.
Luo Huayi opened and closed her lips, but finally shut them.
"I'm asking you..." Luo Huayi tried to regain her composure, "What plot twists got you involved in this time?"
Xin Que released Luo Huayi, "I also want to know. I just came out for a late-night snack, and I was brought in before I could even choose my fried skewers."
The man felt a sudden emptiness in his arms and a sense of unease creeping over him. His dark eyes began to dart around involuntarily, trying to avoid looking at the woman in front of him. "Is it still just the two of us... in this scene?"
Xin Que's pupils dilated in shock, "Holy crap!"
"Your special assistant and my subordinate..."
Luo Huayi: "???"
"Cheng Zheng and Ji Mingchuan got involved too?!" Luo Huayi exclaimed in horror. "And they were even put in a food stall?!"
The curtain quietly dissipated amidst the smoke and fire.
Xin Que suddenly opened her eyes and found herself standing in front of a fried food stall, holding an iron plate and tongs.
"Still not spicy this time?" the stall owner asked Xin Que, a regular customer, with a smile.
Before the regular customer could even speak, the stall owner had a metal tray in his hand.
The stall owner was left bewildered.
Xin Que had already dashed into the crowd, shouting, "Let's eat again next time!"
Ignoring the customers' bewildered shouts, Luo Huayi grabbed a waiter anxiously, "Excuse me, do you know the fried food stalls at the night market..."
Before he could finish speaking, he saw a familiar figure rushing towards him from the corner of his field of vision.
“Xin…” Luo Huayi’s eyes lit up and she immediately ran over.
Xin Que didn't hear Luo Huayi's voice at all and went straight to the kitchen.
Cheng Zheng, who was pulled out of the cold storage and frozen like a woodpecker, then grabbed Ji Mingchuan, who was still chatting away, from the most crowded table in the corner of the food stall.
Xin Que, her face ashen, grabbed one of them in each hand and walked out.
"Check the security footage!!!" the manager screamed, nearly fainting from fright. "How could a customer be locked in the cold storage? And for so long?"
His vision went black, and his mind was filled with the devastating thought that his future was about to be completely ruined.
“I’m sorry,” Xin Que said roughly, grabbing Cheng Zheng by the collar, “he’s not very bright…it has nothing to do with your food stall.”
"Who is this guy?" The people at the table were stunned and couldn't recall when they had met Ji Mingchuan, a brother who didn't seem like a good person.
"You know him?"
"I don't recognize him..."
"Then why did he act like he was recognizing a relative right away..."
With a smile, Xin Que roughly pulled Ji Mingchuan off the plastic chair. "I'm sorry, he's had a mental breakdown."
Luo Huayi, who hadn't managed to get involved, was speechless.
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