People are in Xingtie, and I am their dead white moonlight?

Chapter 4 Jiang Mo: Regarding the incident where I was drained by two envoys...

Jiang Mo finally understood how hopeless it was to "cry to the sky and the earth but no one answered."

After Feixiao joined the "battlefield", Jiang Mo's heart finally settled down.

Just as he had expected before - the hunting envoy who had trained his body to the extreme must have much stronger physical fitness than the intellectual envoy who conducted experiments every day.

If Black Tower is a mechanical monster that can use many subtle feedbacks from its body to grasp the overall situation, then Feixiao is a pure numerical monster.

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Jiang Mo could feel that if Black Tower hadn't been there to tease Fei Xiao from time to time, the time she spent with him would have been at least twice as long as Black Tower's.

Of course, in this unregulated duel, the most fatal thing is not to deal with one of the mechanical monsters or the numerical monsters alone.

——Instead, after dealing with the two people separately, what came was a joint hunt from mechanical monsters and numerical monsters.

The subtle control of his body allowed Heita to attack his sensitive points with incredible precision, while Feixiao overwhelmed everything with pure numbers.

During this process, Jiang Mo felt both pain and happiness.

Thus, a world was born in which only Jiang Mo's kidney was injured.

Finally, when Heita realized that Jiang Mo's body was almost at its limit, she stopped Feixiao, who was enjoying the taste and even felt a little unsatisfied.

For a fish, the most terrifying thing is "sustainable exhaustion of fish". For Jiang Mo, who maintains a negative distance contact relationship with the two envoys...this word is also quite scary.

Although Jiang Mo has regained some of the power that belonged to his past self, he is not a complete envoy after all.

If the power that the Destiny Walker can control is compared to a drop of water, then the power that the Envoy can control is a raging storm.

Waves also come in different sizes. What Jiang Mo has now is... just a small wave.

Given his current physical condition, it would be difficult for him to deal with just one of them, let alone both of them at the same time.

But the only thing to be thankful for is that Heita knows his body very well and knows where his threshold is, so he won't let his body develop towards collapse.

After the absurd party in the bathroom ended, Jiang Mo was taken out of the wooden barrel by Heita and Feixiao and placed on the bed. Then they hugged him on the left and right, as if they had reached some kind of equal division agreement.

Jiang Mo fell into a deep sleep surrounded by the mixed fragrance of bamboo leaves and violet flowers and the absolutely soft embrace.

In a sense, this treatment can be regarded as a kind of comfort after the battle.

Looking at Jiang Mo who was sleeping peacefully between himself and the black tower, Fei Xiao blinked slightly, then he raised his hand involuntarily and gently stroked Jiang Mo's cheek, with a hint of tenderness in his emerald eyes.

The two words "qing" and "yu" can be separated into two parts: "qing" refers to emotion, and "yu" refers to desire.

After the desire is released, only emotion remains.

"Sister Heita..." Fei Xiao lowered his voice, fearing to disturb the drowsy Jiang Mo, "Jiang Mo... has he also been 'giving himself away'?"

But Heita did not answer Feixiao's words immediately. She just leaned down slightly, gently pressed Jiang Mo's forehead, and then nodded slightly.

"Yeah, he's always like that—always telling people not to do it all by themselves, but then he ends up taking on more than anyone else."

As if he remembered the cause and effect of the laboratory explosion, a look of dissatisfaction appeared on Heita's face.

But this hint of dissatisfaction disappeared in a flash, and was replaced by... the gentleness that only belongs to genius.

She held Jiang Mo's arm tightly with one hand and supported her head with the other hand. Her soft brown hair fell like a waterfall, swaying in the dim light.

The pair of crimson-purple eyes looked at Jiang Mo who was sleeping peacefully in his arms with great tenderness, and then he suddenly uttered a word.

"This guy is just a jerk. He likes to act like a hero, talk to himself, and... flirt with other women!"

Heita snorted with some dissatisfaction, but his tough attitude softened in an instant.

"But I just like his shortcomings. If he didn't like to be a hero and talk to himself, I might not like him."

"That's the way this guy is. When he's smart, he's as clever as an old fox. When he's stupid... he's so adorable, it's impossible to hate him at all."

Heita pursed his lips, as if he felt that the kiss just now was not satisfying enough, then he leaned over and kissed Jiang Mo's lips as lightly as a dragonfly touching the water.

Looking at the intimacy between Heita and Jiang Mo, Feixiao pursed his lips and asked tentatively:

"So... what about philandering?"

"Don't you already know the answers?" Heita's tone was still gentle, and her eyes never left Jiang Mo's face, just like a wife gently looking at her husband who had been away from home for a long time.

"I don't care how many bad relationships he's left behind, or how many girls he's harmed. I only care that he can stay by my side and live safely in this world..."

"For me, who witnessed him turn to ashes with my own eyes, this is enough."

"As for those girls I provoked..."

Heita pursed his lips, then looked at Feixiao's emerald eyes jokingly and said softly:

"As long as it doesn't prevent him from being with me, and doesn't prevent me from dating and having emotional exchanges with him, the rest doesn't matter to me."

"What's the saying? 'Why flirt if you don't marry?' If he's irresponsible, I won't fall in love with him, right? Sister Feixiao?"

It seemed as if the possessiveness hidden deep in his heart broke out. Heita deliberately emphasized the word "sister". His crimson eyes looked at Feixiao with a half-smile, observing her reaction.

"You're right, Sister Heita."

Feixiao certainly understood the meaning of Heita's words, and she nodded without any psychological burden.

What's wrong with "sister"? No matter in the past or now, she came later than Heita, and since Heita is older than her, she should call him sister.

Besides, just now in the bathroom... she was teaching me how to settle accounts with Jiang Mo...

As if thinking of that scene, a faint blush flashed across Feixiao's face, and then Heita blinked quite smartly and said softly:

"Sister Heita~ I'm going to sleep first, good night~"

After saying that, she unhesitatingly pressed her magnificent breasts against Jiang Mo's arms, sniffing the "smell of bedding that has been dried in the sun" that she loved so much, and fell into a deep sleep.

Heita shrugged helplessly, leaned down, leaned against Jiang Mo's neck and slowly closed his eyes.

From this moment on, a tacit alliance without words slowly formed between the two women, and this also meant...

Before Jiang Mo completely regained his power, the worst-case scenario... he would have to fight two people at once.

Chapter 5 Aha's "Good Will" / Kafka: Long time no see, Amo (4.5k)

There is an old saying in Xianzhou: "There is no land that is plowed to death, only cows that are worked to death."

Today, this old saying is fully reflected in Jiang Mo and the other two.

Jiang Mo first looked at Heita and Feixiao, who had rosy and radiant complexions, then looked at himself in the mirror, who looked a little haggard, and sighed silently.

Although he knew that the Black Tower would not drain him dry all at once, he couldn't help but take a breath when he thought about the days ahead... and Ning Li, who he didn't know whether she would rush back from Fanghu.

In a sense, the current pace of life can bring him unimaginable pleasure, but...

It’s really fatal.

After yesterday's "bathroom brawl," Jiang Mo realized his current situation. Although his strength had improved slightly after the simulation,...

Facing two envoys, he was more or less not strong enough.

Therefore, there are only two options before Jiang Mo: either pray that his past self had anticipated the current situation and prepared a corresponding backup plan, or... seek help from Aha.

"But then again... I don't think I've completed that mission in the simulation. Will Aha help me?"

Jiang Mo lowered his head slightly and fell into deep thought, as if he was considering what kind of "fun" he should use to attract the God of Fun to take action.

And at this moment, a red light curtain appeared in front of his eyes at the right time.

[Hmm? Looks like you need help~ Do you want Aha to help you? ]

[Although you didn't let Aha enjoy his memories to their heart's content, your suggestion was quite interesting! I wonder how the useless and lunatic Emissaries will react when they discover you've suddenly disappeared...]

[After losing and finding it again, and then losing it again, I wonder how wonderful the expressions on their faces will be when they do that, ahahahaha~]

That iconic crazy laughter once again rang in Jiang Mo's ears, but at this moment Jiang Mo did not find the sound harsh, but instead felt... somewhat pleasant.

But then again, this is Aha, the safest star god in times of danger, but also the most dangerous star god in times of safety.

God knows what he is planning. Maybe... he has other plans that he hasn't told me.

For example, after taking him away, I could leave a trail for Heita and Feixiao to follow and find. By the time they find him... my situation might not be as comfortable as it is now.

Heita herself has a history of being a possessive yandere. If she really were to experience a "gain and loss" situation, she would really chain herself in the basement!

As if he had thought of a possible scenario, a hint of fear appeared in Jiang Mo's black eyes, and then he shook his head gently.

"Forget it, forget it... I'd better settle my account with Heita and Feixiao honestly. I don't want to be locked up in a dark basement for the rest of my life..."

"According to Black Tower's custom...after things on the Immortal Boat are dealt with, she should ask me about the next stop. We can talk about it then."

Jiang Mo curled his lips and rejected Aha's proposal in a cautious manner.

Almost at the same time as he responded to this, the red light curtain in front of him suddenly became a little... black.

Not only that, the sneering mask used to decorate the light curtain also turned into a weeping mask with a sad face at this moment.

[Aha, I'm so embarrassed...]

After leaving these words, the light screen in front of him disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye, as if he was extremely disappointed with the result.

But...he is Aha, a star god who cannot be generalized by common sense.

The more you don't let Him do something, the more He will do it because it makes Him feel "happy."

What's more... the result of this incident itself is very joyful. It is a bit unrealistic to want to stop Aha with a simple "veto".

However, he didn't think so much at this moment. He just pursed his lips helplessly. Just when he was about to think about his new ability, Jiang Mo suddenly felt someone poking him.

Jiang Mo subconsciously turned around and found that Heita and Feixiao, who had been lying on the bed just now, had changed their clothes at some point and were standing behind him, one on his left and one on his right.

Heita was still dressed as a magical girl. After all, for her... this outfit was Jiang Mo's favorite.

Feixiao also put on her tights and the white windbreaker. Her emerald eyes were staring at Jiang Mo with some excitement, but for some reason, she did not say what she was thinking.

"Uh...Heita, Feixiao, what are you two doing...?"

"Your body was pushed to its limit yesterday. As per custom, today is your day to rest."

As Heita spoke, he pulled Jiang Mo's arm and stuffed various kidney-tonifying and qi-invigorating medicines that had been prepared long ago into Jiang Mo's hands.

"Feixiao wants to take you to visit Yaoqing now, and I haven't been to Yaoqing very often, so I also want to go out for a walk, so..."

The black tower poked Jiang Mo's face, and a meaningful smile appeared on that delicate face, and then he said softly:

"Be good, take your medicine first, then we'll take a walk around Yaoqing together. Just treat it as your day off. I haven't heard of the fox people's Pingrong Opera yet~"

This elegant and talented young lady deliberately emphasized the three words "Pingrong Xi" as if she was hinting at something.

Looking at Heita's half-smile, Jiang Mo suddenly remembered what she said yesterday when he was in a 1v1 with Heita:

"You have to do everything you did with them again with me, and do it more deeply and more."

He should have thought that since the black tower perfectly reproduced the scene in the bathroom, it would definitely reproduce all the previous actions one after another...

Well, Heita had actually been jealous for a long time, but Heita didn’t solve the problem by breathing on him. Instead, he used a more clever and harmonious method.

only...

"Why do I feel like something's not right..."

While Jiang Mo was pondering the inexplicable sense of crisis, he put the medicine prepared by Heita into his mouth, and then blinked slightly, as if he remembered something that happened in the space station not long ago.

The situation at that time was that Black Swan and Ruan Mei came to them to discuss matters related to memory and identity. At the beginning, Black Tower and Black Swan were relatively peaceful, but as time went on, the tension between the two became stronger and stronger, even to the point where they were about to quarrel.

If a rather erotic mistake hadn't suddenly occurred during the tug-of-war, I would probably have been torn in two by the two of them.

So now...will this happen?

Thinking of this, Jiang Mo looked at the Heita and Feixiao who were living in peace in front of him, and that inexplicable pulling feeling came from his arm again.

Black Swan was fine, a rememberer, so his strength wasn't that great, but if it was Feixiao...

"Even if it doesn't break, it'll probably dislocate at some point..."

Jiang Mo shuddered as if he was thinking of the scene where his arms were dislocated by the two people, and then he began to think about how to separate the two people.