YM778.TV Chapter 178 - System vs. System (XXVIII)
Chapter 178 - System vs. System (XXVIII)
There was a numbing silence in the “between moments”.
After a few moments of hesitation, the AI carefully switches off the projection screen.
The image of Lou Ying holding Chi Xiaochi from behind with a quilt fades into a line and disappears from the screen.
The AI whispered, “You again ……”
Lord GOD’s voice was a fury: “Shut up!”
The AI stopped talking and thought, “I’m sure I’m angry.
Lord GOD is shaking with anger: ” 061 How could he have escaped? Is that Lord GOD a loser? Is their security system for nothing?”
The AI said on a matter of fact: “We had a similar situation the other day.”
LORD GOD : “…… Shut up!”
The AI said, “I’m just trying to argue that it’s possible.”
Lord GOD stopped talking and tried to silence the other man.
AI: “Do you want to send an official letter asking for information?”
LORD GOD The trigeminal nerve is aching.
What official letter? Are you going to run up and question: Why didn’t you lock up the person I wanted to lock up?
Isn’t this just a case of nothing here?
It’s not enough to be embarrassed, do you want to be embarrassed continuously?
Lord GOD’s voice was cold: ” Chi Xiaochi cannot leave the system. Anyone can, but not him.”
The AI thought, “Oh no, I’ve had enough of this.
It said helplessly, “Do you have any other good ideas.”
Lord GOD was silent, thoughtful for a moment, and then suddenly gave a grim laugh: “I don’t care about Chi Xiaochi.”
AI thought, “It’s over, I’ve given up on myself.
Lord GOD said, “He’s just using 061’s power to do what he wants. What if 061 doesn’t work anymore.”
The AI sighed deeply, “You’re breaking the pact again?”
Lord GOD was in a better mood when he came up with a good idea, and naturally didn’t mind AI’s offense at the word “again”: “It’s not a breach of contract, just a few minor restrictions.”
The AI continued to brakes, “What if that doesn’t work.”
Lord GOD gave a muffled laugh, “Then I have a solution too.”
What Chi Xiaochi really wants, Lou Ying can’t give him, but he can.
……
Chi Xiaochi woke up early the next morning.
It is early light outside, and the sun is slowly filtering through the windows like a melted honey candy.
He brought in a cloud to cover the sun, to hide it from the rest of the world, so that it would not disturb the sleep of those around him.
He finds himself sleeping on the inside of Wen Yujing’s couch, with Lou Ying sleeping on his side on the outside, facing his back, one hand resting a few inches from his head, the other hand naturally hanging down and reaching under the covers, his end fingers touching his own, in a mock hand-holding gesture.
Lou Ying was so mentally exhausted from his injuries that he didn’t realise Chi Xiaochi was awake.
Chi Xiaochi got up gingerly, washed up outside by the clear lake, made a decoction of medicine and a bowl of hot egg tea, brought it inside, sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him for a long time before reaching out to touch the tip of his ear.
Lou Ying, who is asleep, seems to feel something and her eyebrows wrinkle.
Chi Xiaochi withdrew his hand and leaned down to greet him, “Good morning, Master.”
Lou Ying heard Chi Xiaochi’s voice and opened her eyes slightly, sleepily: “…… eh?”
His voice was muffled and his single eye was open with grey-blue pupils, apparently in the early stages of consciousness, confusing his cat body with his person.
Chi Xiaochi smiled lightly, “Master, get up and eat.”
Lou Ying closed her eyes again and moved her body into the bed, giving up half the bed, as if to stay in bed.
This is the first time I have seen such a childish Lou Chi Xiaochi.
Chi Xiaochi got a little playful and pressed a little closer inside, saying deliberately, “Master, if you don’t get up, I’ll sing to you.”
Without a word, Lou Ying rolled over and grabbed Chi Xiaochi’s wrist.
Chi Xiaochi’s body instantly loses its balance and he falls onto the half of the bed he has given up.
Lou Ying lifted the quilt and covered his body, gently wrapping her arms around his neck through the quilt, “Sleep a little longer, stay with me.”
Like saying something that couldn’t be more natural.
As if to say that the moon always revolves around the earth.
Chi Xiaochi thinks he won’t move.
No romance novel or script had told him what to do in reality in such a situation.
Chi Xiaochi didn’t even dare to breathe or look up, even though Lou Ying’s eyes were closed and she wasn’t looking at him, as if she knew how nervous he was.
To relieve the tension, Chi Xiaochi exhaled.
Lou Ying suddenly closed her eyes and asked, “Do I smell like medicine?”
Chi Xiaochi : “Hmm? No.”
Lou Ying does have some of the fresh aroma of ointment on her body, with just a hint of fresh mint brain when smelled from this distance.
Lou Ying, however, seemed uncomfortable by the smell of medicine and tugged at the front of her bedclothes, frowning slightly, “The smell seems a bit heavy. Take a whiff.”
Chi Xiaochi, fearing that he might be uncomfortable, naturally moved closer to him, pulled up his chest and sniffed lightly.
…… The smell of drugs isn’t too strong.
He said, “It’s okay ……”
As soon as the words started, a warm hand took the back of his head, as if holding a squirrel attracted by the scent of pine cones, and moved it into his arms for a serious hug.
Chi Xiaochi froze, always suspicious that he would give himself a kiss, so he shrank back, his muscles tensing at the shoulders.
However, Lou Ying did not make any further moves.
He sat up with him in his arms, “Well, I’m awake. Let’s get up.”
Chi Xiaochi looked back and thought, “Is Lou awake?
Lou Ying wondered if she had scared him.
So both men were much more disciplined next.
Lou Ying did not accept the egg tea, but let Chi Xiaochi feed her with a mouthful, and drank it steaming hot.
Chi Yunzi and the others were so distressed that they sent all kinds of medicine for his injuries up to Hui-Shou Peak.
Chi Yunzi’s anguish grew with each visit.
I blame myself for not knowing the right people and being too kind-hearted. That Yan Jinhua had made a lot of mysteries under his nose, but he was still unaware of it, thus causing his junior brother to suffer for nothing.
With this in mind, Chi Yunzi’s hatred for Yan Jinhua grew even more.
”I heard that the man cries out injustice day after day on the Bright Moon Tower.” Wen Yujing leaned back on a soft pillow and said in a warm voice, “His voice is hoarse from shouting.”
”It’s good that he’s dumb, so he doesn’t have to say something that will ruin your reputation.” Chi Yunzi said, “I will deal with him on a day to come. I will give you an explanation for your injuries.”
Wen Yujing lowered his rolled-up sleeves and said, “Senior Brother has an unpleasant request.”
Chi Yunzi agreed: “Speak, and I will listen.”
Wen Yujing said, “I heard that when Senior Brother first accepted Master and Nephew Yan as his disciple, he was not bad in cultivation, had great talent and was willing to learn, but how could he have become such a lazy, tricky and evil person? I know that when senior brother accepts a disciple, he will not accept him into the inner sect without going through an examination.”
People love to hear good words, and this gentle piece of horseshit made Chi Yunzi’s heart feel a lot better: “Senior brother, do you mean ……?”
Wen Yujing pulled the blanket towards his chest: “I guess, Senior Nephew Yan is not possessed by some demon? Otherwise, why would he go against his senior brother’s teachings and collude with a demon evil?”
Chi Yunzi was moved by the thought that this was a valid point and accompanied Wen Yujing for a few more words before he left in a hurry.
Lou Ying noticed that the direction he was going was the Bright Moon Building.
He lowered his rolled-up sleeves to cover the wound and called Chi Xiaochi, who was standing outside, to him.
Chi Xiaochi comes in with a tray of medicine and sits down on the edge of the bed.
Lou Ying loosens his upper sash, lets his clothes slip down his back and lies on the soft mattress while Chi Xiaochi rubs the oil into his fingertips and gently pushes it away from the wound on his back.
This medicine is blended from the system and is fast-acting and potent, and the pain should be extremely strong when the oil soaks into the wound.
Chi Xiaochi tried to watch Lou Ying’s expression, but found him looking at her sideways with a very calm expression, so she turned her eyes away, “…… told him?”
Lou Ying : “Hmm. …… I’m surprised you remember this.”
Chi Xiaochi’s eyes drooped gently: “Of course I remember. Yan Jinhua, he was the one who was supposed to exist.”
In The Shark Immortal, that original ” Yan Jinhua” was never a villain.
It’s time for that sibyl to spit out what he has eaten over the years, with interest.
Chi Xiaochi thought for a moment about what was on his mind and quietly turned his face back to steal a glance while he was applying the wound at his waist socket.
Who would have thought that Lou Ying was still resting on his arm, looking at him sideways in a dignified manner.
The gentle gaze seemed to scrape the tip of his nose in a way that made Chi Xiaochi’s body tingle.
Chi Xiaochi settled down and laughed, “Master, lie straight. You’re twisted like a big Tianjin twist.”
Lou Ying said gently, “Let me take another look. The anesthesia is working well.”
Chi Xiaochi reacted for a moment before he understood the meaning of his words.
He drifted a little, yet was a little afraid to think about the meaning of his words.
So the rest of the rubbing, a drifting Chi Xiaochi, felt like he was applying honey to a large twist.
Of course, the Five Gentlemen of Jingxu are not the only ones who care about the Echo Summit.
On the third day after the public trial, Ye Jiming managed to sneak up the hill, hiding in a wine jar.
Chi Xiaochi was boiling mushroom oil when he arrived quietly at the summit of Koushou.
The oil is so clear that the mushrooms are freshly picked in autumn and then dried. The fat mushrooms are as juicy as a goose’s palm and the aroma of the pine needles is so delicious that you could eat a bowl of noodles.
Ye Jiming followed the fragrance and circled around the summit of Hui-Shou Peak several times, but could not get in, so he closed his mouth and shouted: ” Duan Shujue – little fish! Fish head! Wooden fish!”
At the sound of Chi Xiaochi’s voice, he went out to catch a snake and returned.
”Smells like booze.” Chi Xiaochi joked about him, “Just in time to add a wine stuffed snake to my plate.”
”Fuck you.” Ye Jiming looked around, “Where’s Wen, I heard he’s pretty badly hurt.”
Chi Xiaochi shushed and pulled open the front flap to reveal a white fluffy kitten bulging inside, hanging from his front chest, coiled into a soft, warm ball of wool, sleeping soundly.
Ye Jiming snorted, “Pretentious.”
Yet jealousy has turned his face upside down.
Chi Xiaochi did not intend to eat the mushroom oil immediately, but took a few jars to store it and took his master back to his room for a nap.
In Chi Xiaochi’s own words, if you have something to say, go talk to the person in question, it’s not like you’re concerned about whether we’re dead or alive anyway.
This is exactly what Ye Jiming wanted.
After Chi Xiaochi had climbed onto the couch and fallen asleep with his cat in his arms, Ye Jiming transformed into a coiled snake, circled twice around that right hand, licked the middle knuckle of that right hand twice with its snake’s letter, and said in an imposing manner, “Come out of there, Muyu.”
The hand moved in response, resting on the edge of the couch and gently hooking its fingertips, very slightly, as if it was afraid of waking Chi Xiaochi.
After making sure Chi Xiaochi and Lou Ying were asleep, Duan Shujue wrote on the edge of the couch, “Long time no see, Brother Ye.”
Ye Jiming poked his neck out to see him write: “If you’re not dead, you’re not dead. I haven’t slept for days and nights because of your shit, how are you going to compensate me?”
Duan Shujue said, “I’m sorry for your concern, Brother Ye.”
Ye Jiming : “Huh. That’s it?”
Duan Shujue asked patiently, “What kind of compensation does Brother Ye want?”
Ye Jiming snorted, “You make it sound like you can afford to pay for it. If you were to be driven down from the mountain with your powers completely ruined, you would still have to rely on me for support. What will you be able to do for me then?”
Duan Shujue thought hard and wrote, word for word, “I can still catch frogs for you to eat.”
When he saw this line, Ye Jiming was suddenly moved.
In his previous life, Ye Jiming had always loved Duan Shujue and he had thought of many scenarios of what he and Duan Shujue would do together, but none of them were as appealing as this little image that Duan Shujue described.
Ye Jiming spat out his snake’s letter, lowered his triangular head and rubbed it tamely against the knuckles of his right hand, “Roll roll roll. My king never eats frogs.”
He thought, “All you have to do is pick a small basket of snake berries for me every day, and I will begrudgingly feed you for the rest of your life.