I've died 47 times in this game, so I've decided to sell it.

"You, you are not allowed to ask such questions again."

She said in a muffled voice.

"Okay, okay, I won't ask anymore." Qi Ye raised his hands. "I was wrong, alright?"

On March 7th, she ignored him, lowered her head, and walked forward at a much faster pace than before.

After walking several steps, she muttered something under her breath:

"Just ask, why be so direct? How can you be like this?"

Qi Ye followed behind, but didn't tease her anymore.

He glanced at the system panel; the favorability rating jumped again to 95.

Watching her walk briskly ahead, I silently sighed in my heart.

Is this what tsundere is?

But Little March, your arrogance is outdated.

Other people's arrogant daughters at least have a bit of a "pretty" air about them. They may blush, they may scold, but they'll still offer water and show concern when needed.

You're quite something, all you have is arrogance, not a hint of charm.

They'd yell at you and then run away; they'd hit you and then really hurt you, without even turning their heads back.

But it's alright, it's better than Xing's side. She keeps bringing up money all the time, who knows if she likes me or my credits.

As he was thinking, March 7th suddenly stopped and turned around.

The redness on her face had mostly faded, but her ears still had a hint of pink.

She squinted at him, her expression wary.

Are you thinking about something strange again?

Qi Ye blinked: "No."

"The expression you made just now was exactly the same as when you're thinking of a bad idea."

When did I ever have any bad ideas?

"You always have a smirk on your face when you're trying to trick someone. You did just now."

Qi Ye subconsciously touched the corner of his mouth. Didn't he even realize he had just smiled?

Seeing his action on March 7th further confirmed my judgment:

"As expected, who are you trying to scam this time? Are you planning to sell some weird light cone again?"

Looking into her wary eyes, Qi Ye suddenly had a different thought.

He slowly took a step forward and lowered his voice:

"I didn't intend to scam anyone, I was just thinking..."

What are you thinking about?

"Little March, you're so cute."

March 7th paused for a moment.

"What, what did you say?"

I said, you're very cute like this.

Qi Ye leaned closer, her lips curving into an even wider smile.

"The way she blushed but still acted stubbornly was like a kitten with its fur standing on end. I quite like it."

On March 7th, her face flushed even faster than before; she opened her mouth, unable to speak for a long time.

She raised her hand, pointed at him, and then clenched it into a fist, punching him hard in the chest.

"You, you! How dare you say such things out loud!"

Qi Ye took a step back after being punched by her, rubbing his chest and laughing:

"Why did you tell everyone? It's just the two of us."

"Neither of us can do it!"

"Why not? I can't even tell you you're cute?"

"No! It just won't work!"

March 7th stomped her foot and shouted, "If you keep doing this, I'm not going to go with you anymore! I'll go find Uncle Yang myself!"

She turned and left as soon as she finished speaking, walking even faster than before.

After taking a few steps, he slowed down and glanced behind him.

Seeing that Qiye was still standing there without moving, he angrily added:

"What are you standing there for! It'll be dark soon if we don't leave now!"

Qi Ye smiled and followed.

"Here I am. Little March, slow down, my legs are short."

"Your legs are short, my foot! You're half a head taller than me!"

"That's because I was wearing insoles."

"When did you start wearing shoe insoles?!"

"It was just stuffed in at the last minute."

"you!"

March 7th was so angry that she couldn't speak, but the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up slightly.

She quickly suppressed that slight curve and continued walking forward with a stern face.

As Qi Ye followed behind her, he suddenly felt a jolt in his waist.

He looked down and reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone. A message lit up on the screen—it was from Xing.

"Come to Suiyuan immediately! Something terrible has happened! Uncle Yang has actually..."

Chapter 218 But that's the mindset of the weak.

Qi Ye stared at the half-sentence for two seconds, put her phone away, looked up at March 7 and said:

"Let's go to Suiyuan."

March 7th leaned over to take a look at the screen, and his expression changed as well:

"Where did Xing go? And Uncle Yang? Did he chase Rakshasa all the way to Suiyuan?"

"Who knows?"

Qi Ye had already turned and walked south.

"Xingfa stopped after only saying half a sentence, either her phone died, or..."

“Or she was interrupted,” March 7th continued, catching up with him.

The two quickened their pace.

As Qi Ye walked, she used her phone to bring up a map of Luofu. The location of Suiyuan was ridiculously out of the way.

He frowned: "Where did Xing and Uncle Yang go? You can't chase someone into a dead end."

“The Rakshasa might be hiding there,” said March 7.

"What is the Rakshasa hiding there for? He's not a rat."

How do you know he isn't?

After thinking about it, Qi Ye ultimately decided not to refute it.

That Rakshasa guy, despite his elegant appearance, does things that are just like a rat, always sneaking into the most obscure corners.

The two walked through the end of Changle Street and turned into a large garden.

The houses on both sides were obviously old, with dark windows and no lanterns hanging in them.

A gust of wind blew in, making March 7th shiver.

"This place feels so eerie." She moved closer to Qi Ye.

“This is how it is here,” Qi Ye said. “Nobody lives here, and nobody cares. It looks alright during the day, but it’s like this at night.”

After turning another corner, a half-collapsed courtyard wall appeared ahead, its top covered with withered vines.

The gate to the courtyard was crookedly open, and a faded wooden sign was nailed to the door panel, on which the two characters "Suiyuan" could still be faintly discerned.

Qi Ye stopped and glanced inside.

It was pitch black inside, with an old locust tree standing crookedly in the middle.

The branches stretched out everywhere, completely blocking the moonlight.

There were broken jars and tiles piled up under the tree, and the distant corridor was hidden in the shadows, with no end in sight.

"This place looks like a scene from a horror movie," he muttered.

March 7th stood behind him, his eyes darting around.

When the wind blows, the branches of the old locust tree make a "creaking" sound.

She shrank back and moved half a step closer to Qi Ye.

"You, you walk slower," she whispered.

Qi Ye turned his head and glanced at her.

Moonlight peeked through the clouds and shone on March 7th's face, making him look so frightened he was about to cry.

"Are you afraid of ghosts?" Qi Ye asked.

“Who, who’s scared!” March 7th immediately straightened his back. “I just… feel cold here.”

"It's quite cold," Qi Ye nodded. "This place seems to have a heavy, gloomy atmosphere."

"Don't talk about yin energy!"

Why can't I say?

"Say that again and I'll hit you!"

Helpless, Qi Ye could only continue walking in.

March 7 followed closely behind him, so close that they were almost touching his back.

He could feel her breath brushing against the back of his neck.

Logically, at this point he should have turned around, patted her shoulder, and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Maybe I could take another step forward and pull her into my arms.

Let her lean against his chest and listen to his heart, which beats a little faster than normal.

In this atmosphere and in this setting, any normal person would do the same.

But that's the mindset of the weak; Qi Ye is no normal person.

He suddenly stopped and turned around abruptly.

March 7th was following behind with her head down, completely unprepared, when she bumped into his arms.

She looked up, about to scold him for suddenly stopping.

She saw that Qi Ye's face was facing her, his eyes rolled back, and his mouth stretched into an exaggerated arc.

He held both hands to his ears and made a standard funny face.

"Wow!"

The screams of March 7th pierced the entire Suiyuan Garden.

She was thrown backward, staggered a couple of steps and almost fell.

My back bumped into the old locust tree, and withered leaves rustled down all over me.