Why can't humans do it too?

how to say?

It just feels weird.

"What? Don't you want to eat?"

Seeing that Suer remained silent, 'Xinke' suddenly stopped smiling, her lips curling up dangerously. Suer saw Xinke, but he also seemed to see Jibril—a combination of both.

Xin Ke's arrogance and unyielding nature, Jibril's unbridled behavior, and this little bit of... spoiled bratness.

Even Suer couldn't help but wonder: would such an expression really appear on Xin Ke's face?

...Even he couldn't be sure anymore.

Chapter Twenty-Two: The Date

When a person faces a difficult decision, their good and evil thoughts will transform into an angel and a devil in their mind and fight. Whichever side wins, they will follow that side's opinion.

For Suer now, the two little figures fighting is no longer a way of describing people having differing opinions, but rather two different voices expressing their own views. The angel figure is in his mind, while the demon figure is walking beside him.

[Spit it out!! Spit it out now!!!]

Xin Ke screamed indescribably. Su Er felt as if someone was pounding a drum in his mind, making a buzzing sound. The drumming reached its maximum after someone watched him swallow the fruit on the toothpick.

It's a banshee's wail!

"Hey you guys, this is the first time the three of us have come out together in a peaceful world. Can't we be a little more harmonious and friendly?" After glancing around and finding that no one was watching, Suer couldn't help but whisper his advice.

"I have no objection~", Jibril, who had temporarily won a complete victory, leaned back in her seat, crossed her legs casually, and stretched herself out freely... Xin Ke's body at this moment exuded a kind of playful yet mature charm, "It just depends on whether that weed is okay."

Su Er took a sip of tea.

If he didn't want to use magic to erase everyone's memories on a large scale and repair the damaged buildings, then he would have to keep Xin Ke in his head to prevent her from appearing in public with a semi-transparent body and fighting Jibril.

How can we waste our time on something so beautiful?

Hmm, it's probably a good thing.

It's unknown how many years it will take for these two to get along, or perhaps they'll never be able to, but Suer is prepared.

Be prepared to spend your whole life mediating disputes.

"Ice cream, donuts, movies, all kinds of games, pretty clothes, strange cosmetics..." Jibril suddenly held up her fingers and counted them off, quickly running out of fingers. "Isn't that interesting?"

She seemed to be talking to Suer, but also to Xinke.

“We’ve recreated all of these things one by one, exactly as you remember them, Sul. There’s absolutely no difference. But now, in this world where these things were actually created by humans, they seem to taste different. It feels like something’s different… like they’re tastier? More fun?”

Jibril was unusually serious.

“Maybe it’s because we didn’t make these things ourselves?” Suer said with a smile. “No matter how fun a toy is, if you have to assemble it piece by piece from scratch and know its ins and outs, you’ll probably lose the fun of playing with it.”

“That makes sense,” Jibril nodded, then simply turned towards the counter, waved, and called out, “Boss! Three more servings of handmade ice cream, please!”

Hey! Aren't you afraid of getting a stomachache?!

"Are you stupid? How could a Skywing race get an upset stomach?"

Rolling her eyes in annoyance, Jibril, sporting Xin Ke's appearance, was already rubbing her hands together expectantly, awaiting the upcoming food. She had been very satisfied with the fruit salad earlier, so much so that she was grinning foolishly. Seeing her own face making such a silly expression, Xin Ke…

"Calm down! Calm down!!"

[Let me out! I'm going to kill her!!! I'm going to kill her!!! How dare she defile my face with such a stupid expression!!!]

With a wry smile, Su Er carefully calculated his savings... It seemed that if he wanted to satisfy all three of them's various entertainment needs in human society, he would probably have to change jobs.

The wages of a McDonald's employee are simply not enough to support high consumption levels, and prices in big cities are always expensive.

Suer hadn't figured out how to make a lot of money in the shortest amount of time without breaking the law, since such a good thing would have been written into the criminal code long ago.

Slightly bending down like a thief, using the tall back of the sofa behind him as cover, Suer brought the ice cream in his hand to his shoulder. The next second, a golden phantom suddenly appeared there, semi-transparent in appearance and with delicate contours. It took a bite and bit off most of the ice cream, followed by a short exclamation.

Sue and Jibril quickly looked in the direction of the sound. In the seat next to Jibril, a small head was peeking out, its eyes wide and shining as it stared at Sue. It had undoubtedly seen everything that had just happened.

"A monster! Mom! It's a monster!!!"

"Kenta! You can't yell at other people!"

The woman who stood up from the sofa apologized awkwardly to Suer. Her gaze swept over Jeep-Sinko's beautiful face and paused for a moment before she hurriedly pulled her child down.

"There really is a monster! Mom! The monster ate the ice cream!"

"Monsters don't eat ice cream, monsters only eat children. Alright, alright, how does your mother usually teach you? You can't disturb other guests."

"But there really are monsters!"

"Kenta!"

I wonder if the child will refuse to admit he saw a monster when he gets back, or if he will be harshly disciplined by his parents, since a child's innocent words are always seen as fantasy.

"So, what do you think of the ice cream, Master Yokai?" Su Er asked with a slight chuckle as he looked down.

"It's too sweet, and what a strange taste!" Xin Ke's voice rang directly in Su Er and Jibril's minds. "Isn't there a floral scent?"

"Does this taste strange?" Jibril raised an eyebrow and carefully tasted her own portion again. "It's alright, I think. It tastes like lychee... This fruit called lychee is good. We can buy more of it later."

"The food in this country is quite exquisite, but the portions are all too small. We only had a couple of bites before it was gone. How about we buy some strawberry daifuku? Speaking of which, there are many countries on this planet, right? According to what I've seen online, the food in that other country looks pretty good. Just looking at the pictures makes my mouth water..."

Queen Jibril had learned to use the internet, and even how to insult each other online instead of using Sky Strike, while Sull watched her expressionlessly.

"Jibril."

"Ok?"

"Come work with me."

"what???"

Chapter Twenty-Three: Self-Reproach

Why do I have to go to work?!

With this question in mind, Jibril looked back at Sue blankly. The full spoonful of ice cream she had just scooped out of her hand had not been put into her mouth, and the edges had already melted a little.

"Is working fun?" Just a second before the melting ice cream dripped onto her clothes, Jibril nimbly dodged the stain and turned to ask Sue.

"It's quite fun. It's really interesting to see your savings keep growing," Suer replied after thinking for a moment.

Yes, you've grown up without us even realizing it. It's time for you to take on some responsibility for this family, little Ji-meow~

This was pure mockery. Xin Ke knew a thing or two about Jibril's sister, who was always clinging to her. The reason she was imitating Azriel's verbal tic to call Jibril affectionately wasn't because they were particularly close, but because she wanted to disgust the Skywing race with her face on it.

Outstanding effect.

"Are you asking for a beating?!" Queen Jibril was indeed enraged. Even though she now had a mature appearance, she was still the young Winged Girl.

However, she still knows what her greatest advantage is at this moment.

Seeing Jibril sneer and then slowly move her chair closer to him, Sue had a premonition that something bad might happen. Just as he was about to get up and make a quick getaway under the pretext of paying the bill, Jibril grabbed his arm and quickly moved closer to his face, her breath almost touching his skin—and then licked it.

Like a sudden breeze or a flash of lightning across the sky, it was so fast that Suer didn't even have time to react. The air conditioner in the store kept blowing cool air into the store in this hot spring, and when this air touched his cheek, there was a small spot that kept feeling cool.

The saliva that Jibril had deliberately left on it was still wet.

I'm going to tear her mouth apart!!!

Although she was a soul without flesh and blood, Xin Ke could clearly feel invisible blood gushing out from where her heart should be, constantly impacting her brain. To be honest, she felt a bit dizzy with anger.

"Let's go! The movie's about to start!!"

He stood up abruptly, urging Suer repeatedly.

A smug smile graced the fair face before her; Jibril was celebrating yet another victory. Suer had seen this cunning expression on Xinke's face before, but only after Xinke had successfully outwitted her enemies or Jibril herself—Suer could hardly tell if Jibril was still imitating Xinke.

It was a complete rout, even though there was nothing chasing him from behind. But it wasn't until he was sitting in his movie theater seat, in the darkness where all the lights were off and the screen was about to come on, that Su Er finally breathed a sigh of relief.

There were three seats. It wasn't that Jibril had proudly told Xinke that there were only two seats. Instead, Sue sat in the middle, Jibril sat to his right, and the seat to his left was empty.

Instead of choosing a romance film, which is more commonly seen on dates by young men and women, Sue ultimately opted for an animated movie. Such films are quite common in this country, and the plot is not particularly novel. It's simply a story about two children growing up together, going on adventures, and exploring friendship and career.

Unlike before the movie started, when Jibril was constantly bickering with Xin Ke, she became the most attentive of the three once the movie actually began. Sur, who had a deep understanding of the overall personality and interests of the Skywing race, thought that Jibril wouldn't be interested in such a soft story without war and killing.

Even after Tet's divine power disappeared, he never mentioned to Sull what he had done after Tet left. The only thing Sull knows to this day is that Jibril has been alone for three thousand years.

Three thousand years—this long span of time is almost unimaginable to Suer today. This number is enough for countless generations to survive and reproduce, for dynasties to rise and fall. All emotions, after being stretched over such a long period of time, have acquired the same steely color. What remains is perseverance, or perhaps a kind of obsession.

Sul had indeed secretly asked Jibril how she had survived the past three thousand years. Now, sitting on the edge of her, he could only sense the invisible changes, but he couldn't know the process of these changes. When Sul secretly asked Tetu before he disappeared, he was ridiculed by this god-like being who had been extracted by him – "If you want to know, go ask him yourself."

But Jibril wouldn't say a word! She would just suddenly blush with embarrassment and then kick Sull's shin hard, without saying another word.

Curiosity kept tickling the soles of Suer's feet.

The story in the movie seemed to have reached its climax near the end. The most obvious evidence was that the music became more exciting, and the dialogue between the protagonist and the female protagonist was full of fighting spirit and had a Japanese-style chuunibyou (delusional) feel. Su Er then realized that he had been lost in thought for almost the entire movie.

Can this be called dating?

As she carefully compared the stories she had read, and even recalled her dating and romantic experiences as an adult in a world where no unusual events had ever occurred, Suer suddenly realized that she could no longer remember those memories, and even when she recalled them, she felt little emotion.

Everything in that original world was deliberately forgotten and worn away during the struggle for survival after the initial transmigration. Compared to the peaceful and friendly memories of dating in that world, today's date is more like a war.

The war between Xin Ke and Jibril, and he was caught in the middle, torn between the two... Su Er couldn't help but chuckle, which immediately drew the sharp and accusatory gaze of Jibril, who was watching intently from the side—her gaze, still bearing Xin Ke's face, made it even more like Xin Ke's.

But to say that he felt exhausted by such a war was not an option. Even when Jibril made a provocative move and Xinke retaliated in a fit of rage, Sull was indeed having a terrible headache trying to stop the two of them.

Sue knew why this was happening and why they were arguing.