Bengtie: My death fueled their madness.

Qi Zhimu arranged some training plans for Yanqing, and when he returned home and saw the scene in the hall, he was full of surprise.

I've seen storms and waves, witnessed murders, arson, and even space crashes.

He had never seen two geniuses sitting with Jing Liuxueyi playing cards before.

Fortunately, there was a faint smell of gunpowder.

That's normal.

Otherwise, one might really wonder if they've fallen into an unknown space or a dream.

"Darling, welcome back." Heita greeted him in a deliberately sweet voice.

"...Hmm, are the Imperial Jade Tokens fun?"

"That's fun!"

For the next two days, Qi Zhimu belonged to her, it was so much fun!

However, Black Tower also knew that the only opponent was Mirror Stream.

I've never met anyone more calm and restrained than Yu Qingtu. From beginning to end, there wasn't a trace of eagerness to advance the relationship.

Those who know her understand that she has loved Qi Zhimu for thousands of years; those who don't might think she's Qi Zhimu's older sister.

Perhaps this is the powerful mindset possessed by geniuses who lived through the Amber Period.

It's a miracle that Qi Zhimu could move Yu Qingtu like this.

"Judging from Lord Mu's tone, it seems like you've been playing around?" Xueyi asked.

"I recently had some free time and went out alone. I happened to play cards with someone at a card room." Qi Zhimu nodded.

"Master, you can play now. It's time for your disciple to prepare the ingredients for lunch."

Jing Liu stood up, pulled Qi Zhimu's hand and made him sit down, then quickly left.

Qi Zhimu glanced at the time and pondered for a moment.

It's only a little past ten o'clock...

When Jing Liu left, her expression was a little off, but it didn't seem like she had been suppressed by Hei Ta or Yu Qingtu.

It's similar to the frustration of seeing a classmate get better exam results than you, and feeling like you can't catch up no matter what.

First, we can rule out Xueyi; it's unlikely she would say anything harsh to Jingliu.

Both Heita and Yu Qingtu are possibilities.

"Little Tower, what did you say to Jingliu?"

"Wait a minute, let me erase a small part of my memory first." Black Tower pressed two fingers against the side of his forehead.

Qi Zhimu tilted his head, not understanding the meaning of her words.

Yu Qingtu knew the reason and couldn't help but laugh as he offered his explanation.

"The Black Tower is deleting the location information for this Imperial Jade Tablet."

"You've memorized everything, huh? I see."

Qi Zhimu suddenly realized, but didn't find it strange.

The ability to remember everything at a glance is something that even a genius like him could achieve at least 80% of the level.

With a little effort, it's not difficult to remember the positions of a hundred or so cards after a few rounds.

"So, just now, Jingliu must have lost some kind of bet?" Qi Zhimu guessed casually.

"Yes, Black Tower will stay with you for the next two days, we won't disturb you," Yu Qingtu said with a smile.

Qi Zhimu nodded, as expected.

He knew everything about the two women's children; he was willing to accept the loss and would never renege on the bet.

"Put that aside for now, honey, do you think I cheated?"

"Memorizing cards by skill doesn't generally count," Qi Zhimu thought.

Remembering the cards that have been played without relying on external forces or cheating means does not constitute a violation of rules or morality.

Simply having a memory advantage falls under the category of card skills and is unlikely to constitute cheating.

"Then I was too hasty in erasing my memories."

Black Tower feigned annoyance.

"If I had known, I would have kept the memories and made a bet with you to decide whether you would take the initiative or be forced to do it."

"No need. I can do anything, whether it's something I say or not." Qi Zhimu waved his hand with a smile.

Not just Black Tower, but everyone is treated the same in this respect.

People who are physically unwell or lack certain skills are the ones who care about who takes the initiative and who is passive, or who is in a superior position and who is in a subordinate position.

Xueyi next to her deeply agreed, "That's true."

Master Zhimu can either completely control the rhythm of the two sisters, or make them lose their rhythm and become unable to control themselves...

But no matter which choice you make, the result will be the same.

……

The card game ended, and lunch was served.

Qi Zhimu remembered something and subconsciously looked at Yu Qingtu.

Taking in the question in the former's eyes, Yu Qingtu shook her head to indicate that it was alright.

Qi Zhimu knew that she was extremely picky about food, and even Ruan Mei's pastry-making skills could not win over her taste buds.

Now that Jingliu is cooking all the meals, I'm worried about whether she can get used to it.

Of course, she wasn't used to it, but that doesn't mean she couldn't eat it; she wasn't that delicate.

If Ruan Mei hadn't made such a boast back then, would she have bothered to nitpick like this?

Not long after the meal, an urgent matter arose at the space station that Estella was unable to handle, so Black Tower had to return.

Xueyi and Yu Qingtu both had their own things to do, but Jingliu was somewhat absent-minded as he cleared the dishes and headed to the kitchen.

Qi Zhimu thought for a moment and followed behind her.

Jingliu put the dishes into the all-in-one washing machine without noticing that someone was following behind him.

It seems she does have something on her mind.

Seeing Jingliu standing there in a daze, Qi Zhimu wrapped his arms around her slender waist from behind, completely enveloping her back.

Upon realizing someone was hugging him from behind, Jingliu froze for a moment, then his subconscious memory automatically matched and recognized who was behind him.

"...Master!"

Jingliu unconsciously placed his hands on his arms that were wrapped around his lower abdomen, rubbed his legs together, and his body temperature began to rise.

Ever since I received my master's inner essence, I've become extremely sensitive whenever I get close to his body...

"Your worries seem unrelated to Black Tower and the others. Can you talk to your master about them?"

Upon hearing Qi Zhimu discuss serious matters, Jing Liu quickly suppressed a certain impulse and fell silent.

Qi Zhimu wasn't in a hurry, and just quietly held Jingliu in his arms.

Little did he know that it was precisely this embrace, filled with trust and a sense of security, that made Jingliu increasingly reluctant to leave, and his heart growing ever more complicated.

Jingliu knew there was no need for internal strife or to compare who had given more to their master, but he couldn't bear not to engage in internal conflict.

My worries are related to the Black Tower, or you could say they're unrelated.

It's because the Black Tower revealed everything.

The irrelevant aspect is that even if the Black Tower doesn't reveal it, the cosmic situation is still quietly moving into the next stage, involving the future of many star gods and their fates, which is unavoidable.

At that time, Master will definitely need help.

She didn't want to be an incompetent disciple like before, unable to help her master with anything, and instead needing her master's protection.

I really don't want to... I don't want to, ...!!!

"You can speak, but not now..."

Jing Liu turned around and hugged Qi Zhimu tightly, burying her face in his chest.

"Let's wait a while longer. At that time, I will tell Master what's on my mind. Is that alright?"

"it is good."

Everyone has their own secrets. Qi Zhimu doesn't have that strong a desire to control. If Jing Liu is unwilling to talk about it, he won't press for details.

"Master, don't go... let me hold you like this... for five minutes... just three minutes..."

If I say three minutes, then it's three minutes.

Despite his reluctance, Kagami released his grip precisely on time and then claimed he was heading to the training grounds for practice.

Watching her leave, Qi Zhimu felt that Jingliu had changed quite a bit.

It seems he has learned... restraint?

No, that's not appropriate.

To be precise, moderation is a more accurate description.

If you dislike something and don't want it to become a reality, your subconscious will try to suppress it. Restraint is the opposite of that; it means actively avoiding and preventing the fact from becoming a reality.

Different forms of restraint can lead to different outcomes. Under the same conditions, one might succumb to the subconscious, but the process of suppressing will become a form of control.

Perhaps it will be controlled to seven-tenths, or perhaps five-tenths.

But no matter what, the controlled variables will eventually fall within a reasonable range, and the mirror flow is now like restraining certain inner desires.

As soon as his disciple's figure disappeared from sight, Qi Zhimu's lips curled up slightly.

Today is a good start.

Moderation is enough. As long as it doesn't escalate to a serious level, it's fine to have a quiet debate or argument sometimes.

When everyone gets along well and loves each other, it can make him feel that it's not real.