Yan Jinhua is really scared.

He was lying on his arse on the cold floor of the Moon Building, grunting and grunting from the pain of the caning.

No one brought him medicine to treat his wounds, and the potion Duan Shujue fed him was just hanging on for dear life.

During his imprisonment, it appears that Yan Jinhua was visited and asked questions about where he was from and how he had taken over Yan Jinhua’s body.

Yan Jinhua dared not do anything wrong and confessed in one breath.

He wept bitterly and bowed bitterly, just as Ye Jiming had done when he came to Jing Xufeng to beg for the body of Duan Shujue.

He confessed that he had been transported here, saying that this was in fact a book, that you and I were both in it, and that I had no choice but to take it, that it was arranged for me to take my body, and that I had never done it on purpose.

The man who came to question him was so confused that he had to write down his “nonsense” and report it back to Chi Yunzi.

Just a few steps away from Yan Jinhua, two transparent streams of data float silently.

001 scratched the back of his head, “I remember, the confidentiality clause was at the top of our contract, right? ‘No disclosure of identity’ blah blah blah ……”

”He’s broken a lot of rules and regulations, not this one.” 002 crossed ” Yan Jinhua’s” name off the display on his arm and cleanly arranged the unilateral termination of his contract, “Let’s go. I have work to take care of.”

At that, he grabbed 001, who intended to pull his feet up and leave, “Where are you going?”

001 reasoned, “Ergo, aren’t things all fixed, the contract with him is being dissolved, that system is being sent down to deal with data spam, and the new staff is being sent to deal with the holes he stabbed in his first two mission worlds …… I’m going to find the system that plays mahjong and make a date with him for two rounds.”

002 said, “Not allowed.”

001: “Wow, are you the boss of me or am I the boss of you.”

002 held up his glasses: “For every thirty applications you process, I’ll play a round with you.”

001’s eyes lit up, “Twenty.”

002: “Forty.”

001: “Twenty-five.”

002: “Fifty.”

001: “…… Okay, count on it, thirty.”

As the two streams of data dissolved into the air and dissipated into nothingness, the remaining pages of data in front of Yan Jinhua’s eyes completely disappeared.

In the original world, Yan Jinhua died suddenly, and the system took his soul and programmed it into the database in order to bring in some laborers, and as long as he worked in a disciplined manner and filled in the world line, the system would give him a chance to resurrect.

I didn’t expect to come back with a rubbish pick up, a miscalculation.

However, it was good to stop the damage in time and not make a bigger disaster.

002 thought so.

After taking 001 back to space, 002 chained him to his desk with handcuffs as a precaution against escape, then made a return trip, fetched some medicine for jellyfish toxins, took it in a bag, hung it on the top of a pine tree at the summit of Echo Peak, pressed one hand to his chest, and bowed to the pine tree.

After doing so, 002 called up the memo and crossed the line “Apologize to the system that was caught by mistake”, declaring that one of the daily tasks was completed, and then disappeared into the sea of pine late at night.

Since the last time someone had come to interrogate, there had been another succession of days of indifference.

Yan Jinhua was hungry, thirsty and drowsy, and felt like he was going to die.

But who knew that half a month later, he would actually be transported off the Bright Moon Building and thrown down the mountain.

It is true that greed is a sin, but his actions did not cause any substantial evil, and Chi Yunzi felt dirty about killing an unarmed mortal, so he decided to expel him from the mountain after asking the advice of the real Yan Jinhua.

When Su Yun heard the news, he was quite upset, “On what grounds? He has occupied the second senior brother’s flesh for many years, is he just going to let it go?”

Su Yun, who had previously hated Yan Jinhua and disliked him in every way, now learns that someone has taken over his nest and that he has wronged the real Brother Yan Jinhua for so many years.

Yan Jinhua closed his eyes and said, “How could he have died so easily?”

Su Yun: “Hmm?”

Yan Jinhua swallowed a mouthful of medicine and looked pale: “Killing him would be a pain in the neck. He is not of this world, so drive him out of the mountain and see how he earns his living.”

Su Yun was a bit dumbfounded.

Having regained his body, Yan Jinhua was much calmer and now, seeing this junior brother, who had always been in verbal dispute with “himself”, he also felt like teasing him: “What, fourth senior brother won’t allow senior brother to take revenge like this?”

Su Yun hastily denied, “No. As long as senior brother can get out of it, it’s fine.”

Yan Jinhua smiled and gathered up the covers, “Medicine.”

Su Yun then gave Yan Jinhua a spoonful of the medicine that had been warmed in her palm.

Jing Xufeng did not waver at the departure of the fake ” Yan Jinhua”, who many thought was dead, thrown out of the mountain by a roll of cool mats and died without a word.

Yet Yan Jinhua’s growing remorse bar proves that he is still languishing somewhere in the world.

It seems to be business as usual, but Chi Xiaochi and Lou Ying now have to make a few trips to the Lord GOD warehouse every day to choose what they want to exchange their remorse for.

Because Yan Jinhua’s remorse can be generated anywhere, the two of them are like a pair of brave soldiers guarding a money-printing machine, with little difficulty in choosing between them, although there are occasional disagreements.

On one occasion, Chi Xiaochi stayed in front of a card set and wouldn’t leave.

He said, “I’m just short of this one premium card in my whole set.”

Lou Ying looked at the card for ovarian cysts and said helplessly, “Why are you redeeming this?

Chi Xiaochi, who has an acute attack of chronic collector’s fetish, said, “This set of cards has a nice pattern. Besides, there’s just one more.”

Lou Ying : “Just to put together a set?”

Chi Xiaochi : “Hmm.”

Lou Ying : “Happy with a set?”

Chi Xiaochi : “Hmm.”

Lou Ying then lifted his hand and tapped the exchange button, turning the card on the high shelf into a stream of stars and into the duo’s storage.

Chi Xiaochi said casually, “Thank you, Daddy.”

Lou Ying laughs and, out of sight of Chi Xiaochi, curls her finger and gently hooks the tip of his nose as a punishment.

Whirling around he coughed lightly, deliberately lowering his voice but unable to suppress the indulgence between his words, “Come along, my little friend.”

Chi Xiaochi was just led away by him.

In hindsight, he felt rather unimpressed.

How many years have passed since then, but he still has a habit of being a bit of a nuisance in front of Lou.

The more you live, the more you go back, bah.

However, he was happy that he had collected all the cards, but when he went back to the card collection, he could not stop thinking about the “little friend”, and on two occasions he almost made Yan Jinhua’s regret value reach 200, which was very ungrateful.

They redeemed the Chi Xiaochi card, which they would never use in their lifetime, and waited for two more days to get what they wanted, redeeming it two days later for the brand new old red and white machine that they intended to put in the space for both of them.

Infected by the duo’s desire to shop, Duan Shujue is determined to focus on his side business and tells Lou Chi about his ideas in detail.

With the mission ready to end and the pair about to leave, some finishing touches need to be put in place.

After recovering from his wounds, Wen Yujing said to Chi Yunzi that he wanted to go on a trip to practise his art, but Duan Shujue went with him but might not go with him.

I am not sure when I will return to Jing Xufeng, so if I have to return to Jing Xufeng, I would like to ask you to take care of it for me.

Chi Yunzi was reluctant, but since it was for the sake of monasticism, he had no intention of stopping him, and only repeatedly told Wen Yujing to be safe and not to get hurt again.

Duan Shujue and Wen Yujing descended from the mountain together, carrying their swords and walking across a dozen great rivers, both to enjoy the scenery and to help Duan Shujue fulfil his last wish.

A few months later, all was said and done.

Chi Xiaochi and Lou Ying left just as Duan Shujue’s ambitious project was being completed.

He drew up a letter, called a small fish to the river and told it to carry it to Ye Jiming, and returned to the inn to lie down.

He had already prepared for the parting, but when it came to it, his heart was still sore and he could not hide his sadness.

Duan Shujue wrote solemnly on his lapel pin: “Dear Sirs, take good care of yourselves.”

Wen Yujing stood by his bedside, stroked his forehead and whispered for Chi Xiaochi, “The mountains are high and the waters are far, we will meet again.”

Duan Shujue closes his eyes.

Wen Yujing got up, marched out and covered the door for him.

Outside, the spring drizzle is as moist as a crisp, clear mist that covers this town on the shores of the East China Sea.

The townspeople running to escape the rain are at his side, while Wen Yujing slowly opens his turquoise ink carp umbrella, as if sharing it with someone else, and his floating form dissipates step by step into the mist.

A few days later, Duan Shujue, whose fever had subsided, met up with Ye Jiming in a small mountainous area with beautiful water.

As the weather warms up after the sting, the hills are alive with the sound of insects.

When Ye Jiming received his letter, he knew the pair had left and rushed to the appointed place, where he saw Duan Shujue’s back under a tree from a distance.

He wears an exquisite green jade crown, his ponytail is combed high, his hair band moves in the wind, his blue dress is blown by the wind, outlining his tall, emaciated figure, with one hand behind his back, as solemn as the sword in stone at his waist, from the sword to the man, he is a first-class gentleman.

He is concentrating on a pangolin that has made a hole.

Ye Jiming laughs: silly in a silly way.

He stepped forward quickly and pounced straight onto Duan Shujue’s back, the fish scale bracelet he wore on his wrist rustling with a small sound: “Wooden fish!”

Ye Jiming was in a better mood when he turned his face to see the snake’s tooth necklace around his neck.

Duan Shujue held his leg back and said, “You’re here.”

…… This is the tone of Duan Shujue’s voice, the look in Duan Shujue’s eyes, not Chi Xiaochi.

Ye Jiming was happy, but slightly disappointed to think of the guy who had left.

It’s a shame to lose a good friend who you can talk to and have a good conversation with.

But at the moment, it was his little fish that mattered most.

Ye Jiming grabbed him by the chin and looked him over with abandon: “You don’t look so good. What is it? Are you sick of missing me?”

Duan Shujue politely: “Brother Ye please respect yourself, don’t ……”

The more he said about self-respect, the more interesting Ye Jiming found it. He hooked his neck and wouldn’t let go, deliberately rubbing half of his face against him, “Duan Daoist, you say, ‘Do not want’ what? Brother Ye is listening.”

The black serpentine scales of the swastika under his eyes flowed and flooded, rubbing slightly rough against his face but feeling wonderful to the touch.

At first, Ye Jiming just wanted to tease the fish, after all, he hadn’t seen it for days and didn’t know what it was up to, so he really missed it.

In early spring, it is not unusual for snakes to be in love with each other and to do something randy.

”Ha.” He gently nipped at Duan Shujue’s ear bone with his sharp teeth and bit down with a bit of brute force, “Unfortunately, Duan Daoist, you are entangled in this snake of mine.”

Duan Shujue’s cheeks reddened slightly, and his words were rather helpless: “If you want to pester me, then pester me, do you want to discuss it with me?”

Ye Jiming loves his reluctant accent.

He was so soft that his feet didn’t touch the ground, so he turned around to face Duan Shujue and rode him on his waist, forcing him to look up at himself because of his height: “Woodfish, I miss you.”

Duan Shujue looked up at him and reached out to clasp a hand around his waist in case he slipped: “Me too.”

Ye Jiming sweats a bit and his voice goes muffled: “…… has been thinking about it for many, many years.”

Duan Shujue said demurely, “So does Duan.”

Ye Jiming said, “I want you.”

Duan Shujue said, “Me too.”

In a few short sentences, the two reached a tacit agreement.

Ye Jiming holds Duan Shujue’s face and kisses him down from above.

Duan Shujue stepped forward and pushed him up against the tree.

Unlike Ye Jiming, who smelled of smoke, Duan Shujue was covered in the elegant scent of sandalwood and had a natural sense of distance, as if he was inviolable.

Gradually, however, Ye Jiming felt that something was not right.

Duan Shujue calmly and gently stripped and drew the chakra from around his body, his fingertips if anything holding the seven inches of his waist and abdomen with rhythmic pressure.

The tingling sensation in his body was mostly due to this.

His original topographical advantage faded away, and it was the seemingly dignified and reserved dead wooden fish across from him that was attacking the city between his lips.

Ye Jiming grunted twice, feeling comfortable and uneasy from the kiss, and pushed Duan Shujue’s shoulders with both hands, only to find to his dismay that the strong, thin arms were so strong that they wouldn’t budge as he pushed against them, holding on to the side of the tree.

The pangolin watched the action for a while, saw the situation and sneaked away from the hole it had made.

Ye Jiming’s seven inches were stirred and half of his body was lying on top of Duan Shujue’s, his waist becoming more and more unstable, his eyes tearing up from the kiss, and a small whimper escaping from his throat.

When he couldn’t take it anymore, he filled his teeth with paralysing venom, intending to spray Duan Shujue half to death, but with a flick of his soft tongue, Duan Shujue was able to block his poison sac.

Ye Jiming gave a vague ah, and the sound was swallowed by Duan Shujue.

It was not until Ye Jiming had lost all his strength and was crouching on Duan Shujue’s shoulder, “Ha, ha”, that Duan Shujue loosened his lips and, with blushing cheeks, explained warmly, “I took an antidote to the poison before I came.”

Ye Jiming : “……”

This killer fish!!!

Ye Jiming’s scalp exploded when he felt Duan Shujue holding him by the waist and unbuckling his belt.

Ye Jiming, angry and aggrieved, weakly yelled, “Do you decent people still take off people’s trousers?!”

Duan Shujue thought about it and ripped his trousers open from it with one hand.

Ye Jiming : “……”

Duan Shujue leaned into his ear and slowly explained, “Mr. Chi once taught me to be decisive, to do what I want to do, and not to waste time by delaying.”

Ye Jiming wanted to spray his face with venom, but the wave of venom had been forced down and it was not that easy to regenerate it.

Duan Shujue looks up at him, the snake-tooth necklace around his neck swaying slightly, his cheeks slightly flushed, but focused enough to look at him like he is waiting for a nod.

The look immediately made Ye Jiming’s heart flutter and he turned his face away, cursing harshly and closing his eyes in acquiescence.

He repented for his weakness of heart.

Next, he cursed for a full half day.

In fact, he was not that angry, but just cursed out of habit, but the surname Duan really abominable, pressed him to the tree, high up, not allowing him to feet on the ground, all kinds of bullying, not to mention, more annoying, this evil black-hearted fish still did not tell him to curse a pain, but at the most comfortable time he stopped moving, no matter how he coiled his long legs around his waist, but refused to move a little bit, caressing his lips, said, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. The first thing you need to do is to take care of your mouth.

Ye Jiming feels he is out of breath.

By the time he woke up again, it was nearly dusk.

He ambled on the back of Duan Shujue, who carried him to the tidal sea, walking alone along the coastal reef as if he had come to show him the sea.

When Ye Jiming took a good look at it, he was furious.

He was not wearing any clothes himself, only an outer robe and cloak, but the man named Duan was a good man, with a proper hair crown and meticulously groomed hair, a well-dressed S Wen gentleman.

Ye Jiming moved a little, grimacing in pain.

How dare you take the time to freshen up after such a great suffering to my Lord?

In his anger, he reached out and yanked off his crown of hair.

Duan Shujue was startled, but didn’t really care about the pain in his scalp and his hair being messed up: “Brother Ye is awake?”

Ye Jiming, too angry to speak, grabbed the crown of his hair and hugged him fiercely from behind.

Duan Shujue was back to being the gentle and elegant Duan Shujue again, as if the dictatorial look had never existed before: “Would you like to accompany me on a trip to the sea?”

…… Shut your mouth. Don’t you have any idea what you’re on or off?

Ye Jiming was mentally fuming as he secretly circled his neck.

I’ve already died with you once, so where else can I go?

He said, “What a waste of words. Lead the way.”

With that, he placed Duan Shujue’s hair crown on his own head and rested his chin on Duan Shujue’s collarbone, gritting his teeth and struggling to hold back the memory.

Walking to a reef, Duan Shujue said, “Down it goes.”

Ye Jiming : “Hmm.”

Duan Shujue dives into the water and transforms into the form of a shark, its streamlined silvery-white tail cutting a line of unmarked waves through the water, silently breaking the pressure of the sea and diving deeper and deeper.

Ye Jiming did not feel any discomfort as the snake could swim and was accompanied by Duan Shujue, who only wondered why Duan Shujue was suddenly taking him into the water.

Could it be that you want to take him to meet your family?

But he, like himself, had no relatives long ago, and how could he have any relatives other than each other?

While Ye Jiming was thinking, he was led by Duan Shujue to a coral bush.

Duan Shujue reincarnates his feet and steps on the soft sea bed.

Is there something wrong here at ……?

He asked, “What kind of trick are you playing, Duan?”

As he speaks, his wrist is grabbed by Duan Shujue.

Duan Shujue twists his face back halfway.

In the shifting waters, his black-blue pupils are clearly distinguishable from Ye Jiming’s golden pupils, one calm, the other fiery.

Duan Shujue said softly, “Brother Ye, do you remember what I said when I presented you with this fish scale bracelet?”

Ye Jiming certainly remembers.

Duan Shujue said that he could exchange it for a nice item later on, after he had rejected the fish scale skewer as vulgar and petty.

…… but he thought it was just a casual pretense from this fish.

Without further ado, Duan Shujue gently grasped Ye Jiming’s hand and sent it forward, touching the thin wall of seawater in front of him with the skewer of fish scales.

In a flash, Duan Shujue’s original spell formation dissipated like a cloud, creating a mirage-like spectacle.

A magnificent palace in the water stands among a cluster of precious blue coral, on which pale golden silk tulle flows and silvery white shark pearls are embedded in the walls as lamps, all of which is dazzling and brilliant, in keeping with Ye Jiming’s flamboyant aesthetic.

Every lamp and corridor pillar bears a striking resemblance to the cave house Ye Jiming had laid down in his previous life in Basho.

The name of the house is inscribed in Duan Shujue’s own hand.

”Hidden Pearls”.

Master Wen built a place for Mr. Chi to return to, so why couldn’t he build a worldly place for Ye Jiming?

He sobbed out the shark pearls in exchange for a truckload of silver to enable him to build this underwater palace.

Over the years, all the treasures that Mr. Chi had helped him to obtain were stored here, enough to feed an arrogant little black snake.

Today, he’s going to send his greatest treasure into it.

Ye Jiming’s eyes suddenly felt hot and he lowered his head and took a hard bite of the fish ear: “Is this mine?”

”Yours.”

”You had it all planned out, yes or no?” Ye Jiming’s heart beat fiercely, “You think you can buy me off with this? Make me not remember this day?!”

At his words, Duan Shujue turned around, put his arms around Ye Jiming’s waist and leaned into his ear, saying bluntly, “It’s just to give you a home. If you want to hold a grudge, let’s go into the house, you take your time to curse and I’ll take my time to listen, okay?”

Ye Jiming stopped talking and thought indignantly, “Dead wooden fish, huh?

While the two of them were hand in hand, diving together into their secret underwater realm, in an unnamed town not far from the East China Sea, a cripple was nestled in a corner, devouring the cold buns he had just begged for.

After devouring all the crumbs, he walked out of the narrow alleyway with straight eyes and ran forward again with a mad, limp.

Where is he going.

Who knows, even he himself.