A Maybach on a rainy night? Talk to my Levadin!

"Then, on what basis did you recognize that I am not Talulah now?"

Zhao Zizhan smiled slightly and remained silent.

He wouldn't say he knows Talulah. Our Sister Talulah is absolutely unquestionable when it comes to masculinity; she could never be so feminine.

"Perhaps you should look for the cause of this problem within yourself. Is it possible that you need to improve your ability to imitate?"

Kosichrie suddenly chuckled softly. She lowered her eyes, picked up a strand of hair that fell to her chest, and tied a delicate knot around the long silver hair with her fingertips. A faint smile played on her lips, neither confirming nor denying.

"Now that I have answered your question, it is time for you to answer mine... Talulah, how is it?"

“Of course she’s fine, she’s just a little tired and has fallen asleep. But because she was so curious and excited about meeting you, I used a little trick to let her sleep a little longer,” Kosichek said, extending his hand and making a gesture.

Zhao Zizhan curled his lip: "It seems you're not considering the consequences at all? I imagine Talulah's resistance to you will be even stronger after this, right? Aren't you afraid you won't be able to possess her body later?"

"It's already a failure, hasn't it?"

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Kosich suddenly tilted his head back and laughed, his eyes and brows gleaming with a cunning, snake-like glint.

"You have to accept the consequences of your bets. Once you're at the poker table, you're bound to lose someday. I just wanted to say hello to the person who beat me."

"Pfft..."

Zhao Zizhan suddenly burst out laughing.

This unwarranted rudeness made Kosiché frown: "Mr. Zizhan, is what I said really that laughable?"

"Don't misunderstand," Zhao Zizhan waved his hand, "What made me laugh wasn't what you said, but you."

He leaned forward slightly: "Pretending to be something you're not. You're clearly a dead eunuch who can't even grow his own thunderbolts, yet you spend all day pretending to be a woman on other people. Is that interesting?"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the other man's crossed legs. "If he does any of those lewd, wet little things, even my dog ​​would think he's a prostitute."

Kosiché's smile turned somber.

"What am I laughing at? I'm laughing at you, a worm with a lowly origin, blind, double-tongued, incomplete, entangled, crooked, and lacking in all nine orifices. You're always greedy for other people's blood, either possessing this person's body or stealing that person's. And yet you're here pretending to be a nobleman, acting like some kind of civilized person?"

"You keep talking about Ursus, but what have you done for Ursus? You never charged into battle, you never devoted yourself to construction. All you did was use the lives of Ursus people to satisfy the appetites of those high and mighty nobles! You parasitize others, you parasitize Ursus. You and your noble companions are nothing but a bunch of parasites who accomplish nothing!"

"What's with the pretense of civility you're putting on in front of me now?"

"Say hello to the person who beat you? You just want to remember my face so you can go back and find a way to target me, right? You worthless piece of trash, I'm waiting for you here!"

Zhao Zizhan vented his frustrations, picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip, and the atmosphere in the room became completely silent.

Xia Mi stared wide-eyed at Zhao Zizhan's unification performance, which completely shattered her perception of him.

In her mind, Zhao Zizhan always seemed to be amiable and never got angry with others or argued with them. Even when he was being sarcastic, he would never get emotional because of other people's physical fights.

This was the first time she had ever seen such a high-powered attack.

I should try to avoid arguing with Zhao Zizhan in the future...

On the other side, Talulah stared at Zhao Zizhan with her mouth agape. In fact, she had already woken up, but had been suppressed by the black snake until Zhao Zizhan finished speaking. Talulah suddenly realized that the power of the black snake suppressing her had disappeared, and she easily regained control of her body.

She had every reason to suspect that Zhao Zizhan had been brought to his knees by Black Snake's insults.

In a studio, several elite agents looked at the large screen in front of them with equally tense expressions. They had heard that Zhao Zizhan had returned and, for the sake of Black Snake's security level, they had been monitoring him remotely through cameras. They never expected to see this kind of scene.

"To be honest, they curse even more fiercely than we Kazdel people. Studying really does help. I can't even come up with that tongue twister."

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“ACE, don’t worry about it. Zizhan definitely doesn’t have any prejudice against Fydia. He’s just targeting that black snake.”

"Yes, that's right, these are all tactics, tactics."

Usu no O also II 瀏鮞求令页

"...I didn't care at first, but why do I feel like you guys care more than I do?"

ACE looked at his "good comrades" beside him with a displeased expression.

"It's good that you don't care. Don't keep these things bottled up inside. We're all on the same team..."

"Get out!"

……

"Thank you very much, Mr. Zizhan. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid I would have had to go through much more trouble to regain control of my body."

"No need to thank me, I just had to get this off my chest. Xia Mi, what do you think?"

Xia Mi strode up to Talulah, her slender fingers hovering three centimeters above Talulah's head, the tips gleaming faintly silver; "I've figured it out a little."

"Tell me?"

Xia Mi withdrew her hand, the silver light at her fingertips gradually fading. She stroked her chin and looked at Talulah: "I don't know if you know anything about alchemy."

"alchemy?"

"Yes, there is a technique in alchemy called Spirit Reforging, which can reshape a person's personality and way of thinking; it can also be used to enhance a person's spiritual power. It will take root in the depths of the host's consciousness like a seed. In the early stages, it will only quietly tamper with the logic of thought. When the time is right, it can completely devour the original owner's spirit."

Xia Mi crouched down, looking into Talulah's tired eyes: "She's probably had this seed planted in her for quite some time now, but it should have manifested long ago..."

"Is there any way to crack this?"

"Of course! Who do you think I am?"

Xia Mi raised her chin.

"Although I'm still a bit clumsy when it comes to some of the more advanced alchemical techniques, these relatively basic ones are no problem for me!"

"Just you wait and see, I'll definitely take it down!"

PS: Couldn't sleep, got up and wrote a chapter. Also, I gave away 10 free pulls and got Hoshiguma Slayer. How about you guys?

Chapter 120 Painted Skin.

Xia Mi has many moments of boasting, but when it comes to Fenrir, she is always serious.

Although Fenrir is her brother in name according to the dragon bloodline, in reality, Xia Mi is more like the older sister of this silly child, Fenrir.

Xia Mi's feelings towards Fenrir are complex. Her biological instincts tell her to devour that fool, seize the power of twins, and ascend to the supreme throne of the Dragon King.

But psychologically, he just couldn't convince himself to do it.

She kept Fenrir in the Beijing subway while she worked tirelessly outside to earn money, doing part-time jobs, handing out flyers, and odd jobs—she did everything she could.

But she wanted more than that; she wanted Fenrir to live like a human being, not a monster trapped in darkness.

Xia Mi may be unreliable, but an older sister with a younger brother is more reliable than anyone else.

Now that Fenrir has the opportunity to leave the Beijing subway, the opportunity to avoid being swallowed up and controlled by fate, she must consider whether this is the only opportunity she will ever have.

As Xia Mi chanted dragon script, a strange power erupted from her fingertips, her five fingers forming a clasp that covered Talulah's face.

Talulah's pupils contracted sharply, but she had no time to react. Wisps of black energy slowly seeped from her eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, as if drawn by an invisible force, condensing into a swirling mass of ink in Xia Mi's palm.

If you listen carefully, you can hear tiny whispers hidden in the black mist, like countless needles pricking your eardrums.

After an unknown amount of time, Xia Mi raised her hand and withdrew. A completely black face, exactly like Talulah's, was stretched inch by inch and torn off bit by bit. Talulah's face was forcibly peeled off and ripped off!

"call……"

Xia Mi let out a long breath, holding a black mask in her hand, its surface covered with a spiderweb-like mesh, much like the old skin shed by a snake.

"I was wondering why I couldn't find the spiritual seed inside her body. Turns out, this unfortunate thing wasn't planted in the first place; it was just covered up on this little dragon girl's face!"

Xia Mi looked at the dough in her hand and said.

"How to say?"

Zhao Zizhan looked curiously at the face skin in Xia Mi's hand.

"Hmm... this is a bit complicated to explain. Basically, it's about that black snake you mentioned, using language to give the little dragon girl a psychological suggestion, making her feel that she has planted some kind of suggestion within her."

"Then, after learning this, the little dragon girl will erect a mental defense and deliberately use her actions and certain thoughts to resist this suggestion, in order to ensure that her heart is not corrupted."

"But in doing so, her behavior is like putting on a mask that she can't remove."

"She must act according to this suggestion, according to this facade, otherwise it would be a betrayal of herself, an admission that she has succumbed to the suggestion."

Zhao Zizhan's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, but Xia Mi suddenly let out a cold laugh, holding the mask up to the light: "And this black snake, as long as we find a way to make her discover that the defenses she's built are wrong, we can instantly take over her position. We can use this face of ours to replace the mask she's painstakingly constructed, and then..."

"This body, the skin is still that of the Little Dragon Girl, but her soul has long been imprisoned in a new painted skin cage."

"Like a moth stuffed into a glass jar, it can see the light outside, but it has been drained of all its strength to flap its wings."

"Unless she comes to her own senses, or someone uses external force to tear down this facade, there's no way to save her."

She clenched her fists tightly, and the black mist crackled and popped in her palm, turning into sparks and disappearing into the air. "The design of this thing is quite ingenious," she said, brushing off imaginary dust from her hands, her tone laced with sarcasm. "It specifically targets the host's antagonistic psychology. Fighting yourself, left hand against right hand, how can you not lose?"

Zhao Zizhan looked surprised: "Oh my, Teacher Xia, you are truly learned!"

Xia Mi had never met Talulah and knew nothing about the plot, but her analysis and guesses about the situation were absolutely accurate.

Our teacher, Da Ye, has a broad perspective.

"Hmph, go ahead and learn it!"

Xia Mi put her hands on her hips and laughed.

"However, this is only a temporary solution. The one who performed the alchemy is still lurking in the shadows and could very well return."

"Don't worry," Zhao Zizhan patted Xia Mi's shoulder, "Let him come. I'm not afraid he won't."

"I used this gentle approach before because I was considering Talulah's feelings. If we meet again, it won't be as simple as a battle of wits."

"An immortal black snake, huh? You've come like a spring breeze overnight, trying to show off. I'll make you fly!"

Talulah, on the other hand, felt completely relaxed, as if the damp chill on her body had completely disappeared, and the sticky feeling in her mind was gone. The Koschich that had haunted her and made her nauseous every day was no more.

This feeling is just as refreshing as putting on a new pair of dry underwear on the first day of the new year.

The pain that had been building up for years collapsed with a roar. Talulah's fingertips trembled slightly, and the emotions surging in her chest almost burst out of her throat. But she still remembered that she was a leader, the leader of the Reunion Movement.

She took a deep breath, forced herself to stand up, and straightened her back: "Mr. Zizhan, and this young lady, thank you so much for your help. No matter where the Reunion Movement and Rhodes Island go in the future, I owe you a favor."

"Haha, sure," Zhao Zizhan said without any pretense, gladly accepting Talulah's thanks.

"However, as you heard from my friend, you need to change your mindset. If you continue to use this old trick as your guiding principle, then Kosicé might not be so lucky next time he makes a comeback."

“I understand,” Talulah nodded. As long as she remained mentally stable, she was always very receptive to other people’s opinions.

"Alright, I won't say any more. Compared to us, I'm sure there are others who are even more eager to share this good news. Let's go, I'll take you to the medical department."

Upon hearing this, Talulah finally stopped being so serious, and her expression became somewhat anxious: "How have Alina... I mean, Father, been doing these past few days? How are Frostnova and Alina?"

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"Don't worry, her treatment is progressing quite well so far. However, Frostnova's condition isn't optimistic. She's been exposed to harsh environments for a long time, and the Originium corrosion is starting to show signs of..."

Zhao Zizhan was still talking eloquently when he opened the door and saw a white-haired cat-eared girl standing expressionlessly at the door, quietly watching him.

"Ah... Kal'tsit-senpai, hello..."

Chapter 121 Working Meeting.

Zhao Zizhan kept his word and promised to bring the other party back from the highest point of the Ferris wheel, and he did just that.

When the two reappeared inside the Ferris wheel, it was still a short distance from the top.

Xia Mi's mood was completely different from when she arrived. It was as if she had unloaded a heavy burden that she had carried for a long time, and her whole body relaxed. She poked the doll's cheek with her fingertip, looked up at Zhao Zizhan, and said with bright eyes, "Senior Brother Zhao, is your ability so convenient? You can come and go as you please? Doesn't that make you invincible?"

"It's still a long way off," Zhao Zizhan smiled and looked out the window.

Several "shooting stars" suddenly streaked across the night sky from below, their light flashing.

Bang, bang!

They blossomed from individual points of light into blooming flowers.

Purple sun-like dandelions, drooping blue spider plants, roses interwoven with red and gold, and white dahlias.

In a fleeting moment, various colors of light—purple, lake green, azure, moon white, and pale yellow—intertwined and collided on the sky, illuminating the tranquil night sky as if it were daytime.

Ripples of light spread outwards, then transformed into shooting stars as the petals withered, trailing long, luminous tails, like colorful ribbons tied to the night.

Wow!!!! It's fireworks!!

Xia Mi happily leaned against the glass inside the cabin, gazing at the scenery outside with great interest.