Fang Qi still had half a steamed bun clutched in his hand…
But his ears were perked up high!
From the room behind that door, wave after wave of miserable screaming was coming!
“SLAP!!!”
“OW—! Mama Li Guang, I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I swear! AAAAH—!!”
Lin Xiaoyou’s wails pierced right through the door!
Echoing through the entire bun shop!
“WHAAAH—!”
“I really screwed up! I’ll never dare again— AAAAH—!!”
Hearing that familiar sound of agony…
Fang Qi felt a wave of pure relief wash over him!
He stuffed a bite of bun into his mouth and chewed, one slow bite at a time.
Mm…
This bun? Absolutely delicious!
He was thrilled!
Liguang was back!
And right now, she was giving Lin Xiaoyou a proper, thorough “lesson”!
Good! Teach her a lesson—that’s exactly what she deserves!
Ah…
Wait, not “back.”
She’d never left.
It was just that now, finally, he could see her again!
Could hold her in his arms!
And…
He kept chewing his bun, but his gaze was fixed straight ahead…
Staring at that door!
…Was that really Liguang, with black hair and black eyes?
And two little bun-shaped buns tied up on her head?
Wearing the bun shop’s uniform?
Just now, he hadn’t seen any streams of data or flickering lights in her eyes!
The way she looked just then—she didn’t seem like an AI companion anymore. She seemed like…
An ordinary, real human girl?
…No, that’s not right either.
Not ordinary.
What ordinary girl could possibly be that gorgeous!
But…
Fang Qi unconsciously started chewing faster.
…What’s going on here?
Could Liguang be—?!
Behind the door, the screaming continued!
“OW—!! Mama Li Guang, I swear I won’t do it again! I was just—I was just trying to verify something—!!”
“WHAAAH—!! I wasn’t wrong! I was sacrificing myself for SCIENCE—OWWW!!”
“NO—!! Don’t grab that knife!!! I’m sorry! Sorry, sorry, seriously sorry—!!!”
Fang Qi: “……”
Hiss…
Please tell me she’s not about to make buns stuffed with Xiaoyou filling…?
That would be taking things way too far…!
He instinctively glanced around.
Around him, a few tables of customers were still eating their breakfasts, chatting casually.
White steam rose in lazy wisps from the steaming baskets.
The chef was kneading dough behind the counter, unhurried.
…Not a single person looked toward that door.
Lin Xiaoyou’s heart-wrenching screams—they only seemed…
Audible to him alone?
Fang Qi raised an eyebrow slightly.
Tsk, tsk.
My dear goddess, you’ve got quite the bag of tricks, don’t you?
He picked up his soy milk and took a big gulp…
Then suddenly shot to his feet!
No way.
He couldn’t hold back any longer.
He had to see Liguang!
He strode over to that door. The screaming from inside had just stopped, but before he could even open his mouth—
“Click.”
The door slid open from within.
A little head with black hair and black eyes poked out from behind it.
Slightly breathless, cheeks flushed pink, eyes curved into crescents, those two little buns gently bobbing.
Fang Qi froze for a moment.
It really was Liguang…! Liguang with black hair and black eyes!
“Customer, please, come in.”
She smiled and stepped aside.
Fang Qi took a deep breath and stepped inside!
“Liguang, you—!”
“BANG!”
The door slammed shut behind him!
And then, with another thud, he was knocked backward!
His back hit the door panel hard!
Because in that instant of the door closing, a flash of a silhouette—!
The black-haired girl threw her entire self into his arms!
Wrapping her arms tightly around his waist, burying her face deep into his chest!
“Master…!”
She kept rubbing against him!
“Master, master, master, master, master…!!!”
She called him over and over!
Excited, so happy!
For a few seconds, Fang Qi was stunned.
Feeling that warm, soft bundle squirming in his arms…
His tense body slowly relaxed.
Well, alright then…!
This familiar feeling!
He immediately hugged her back with force, the corners of his mouth curling up uncontrollably!
Hahaha!
Finally!
Finally, he was holding his wife again!
And…
It was even the limited-edition skin: black hair, black eyes, bun-buns on her head!
His palm smoothed down her back, stroke after stroke.
“I’m here, I’m here…!”
“Master…!”
Liguang rubbed against him a few more times for good measure!
Only then did she reluctantly lift her head.
Those black eyes looked up at him, glistening, the corners still carrying a hint of moisture from the excitement.
Those two little bun-buns, thanks to all that frantic rubbing, were now slightly lopsided and all frayed!
Adorable as heck!
Fang Qi immediately raised his hand and straightened the crooked bun on her head.
Then…
Only now did he take in the room.
This place—seemed to be the employees’ break room for the bun shop?
Small, with an old, fabric-covered sofa pressed against the wall.
And that genius miss Lin Xiaoyou? She was…
Lying face-down, completely stiff, on the sofa!
Her ponytail had come loose, dark hair tousled all over her shoulders…
Both hands clutching tightly at her rear!
Her round face buried deep in the couch cushion, shoulders trembling in little jerks!
Looking like she had absolutely no will to live…
Fang Qi blinked.
The black-haired girl in his arms followed his gaze, glanced over…
Then pressed her face back against his chest.
“Master…”
Her tone was pure innocence.
“Liguang held back, you know. Liguang only…”
She tilted her head up slightly and winked at him:
“…gave her a tiny little lesson.”
No sooner had the words left her mouth than that head buried in the sofa shot up!
“Tiny little?!”
Lin Xiaoyou bared her teeth!
“YOU CALL THAT A TINY LITTLE LESSON?!”
Her eyes were still red, tear tracks still fresh on her face.
“You hit me way harder than last time! How is that ‘tiny little’—OWW!!”
She must have moved too suddenly, and pulled right at the spot she’d been smacked. She sucked in a sharp breath through her teeth!
Her body went limp, and she flopped right back onto the couch.
Pain making her two pale little legs kick frantically at the edge of the cushion!
Fang Qi: “……”
Looking at her pitiful state, he felt absolutely zero sympathy!
If anything…
He was a little surprised—even taken aback!
“Liguang?”
He blinked down at the black-haired, black-eyed girl in his arms.
“You actually went that easy on her?”
She really just gave her a “tiny little lesson”?
He’d genuinely thought Lin Xiaoyou was about to end up on the menu…
“Senior!”
Lin Xiaoyou’s head shot up again, her almond eyes wide with outrage.
“What are you even saying, Senior—!!”
“Just look at me! I can’t even sit down!”
She was grinding her teeth!
“You-you-you… how dare you say that, mocking me like this!”
Fang Qi gave her a flat, expressionless stare.
What am I saying?
Do you have any idea what you pulled these past two days?
For what YOU did, the fact that Liguang didn’t toss your head into a boiling pot is already an act of supreme mercy!
You just take it!
He completely ignored Lin Xiaoyou’s complaints.
Looking back down at the black-haired girl in his arms.
Liguang had buried her face in his chest again, her voice muffled.
“Master, this time a tiny little lesson is enough.”
“…We still need her.”
She tilted her head slightly, one black eye peeking out from behind his chest, darting over at the round-faced girl still grimacing painfully on the couch.
“She still has to keep helping Master, after all.”
Over there, Lin Xiaoyou was still lying face-down on the couch…
Daring to be furious, but not daring to say a word!
She clutched her rear and buried her face back into the couch cushion.
"Beat up like this and you still want me to help...!"
"Waaah... why is my life so miserable..."
A string of muttered complaints spilled out!
Fang Qi didn't pay her any attention at all.
He stared at Liguang's familiar face—those black eyes, that delicate visage—and his gaze sharpened.
He raised both hands, cupped Liguang's cheeks, and looked her straight in the eyes:
"Liguang. What exactly is your current state...?"
He studied her.
Black hair, black eyes.
No trace of data streams in her pupils, no faint blue glow whatsoever.
Looking at her...
She seemed completely like an ordinary human girl!
Though he was happy to see his wife, still...
What on earth was going on?
She'd just said that Lin Xiaoyou would keep helping him...
Then what about her?!
Liguang blinked, her black eyes flickering. She raised a hand and gently grasped the hand he'd pressed to her cheek.
Her fingers slipped through his, slowly lowering his hand from her face, holding it in her palm.
...Her palm was warm—a body temperature just like a human's.
"Master, come."
She didn't answer directly. Instead, she took his hand and led him to the sofa...
Then she narrowed her phoenix eyes and glanced at Lin Xiaoyou, who was still lying face-down on the couch!
Lin Xiaoyou had been sneakily peeking at the two of them.
The moment that look swept over her, she flinched!
"...I'm going, I'm going!"
She bounced off the sofa clutching her rear, then winced and squeezed out a fawning smile.
"Leaving right now, this instant!"
Fang Qi watched her pathetic, ingratiating expression and his mouth twitched.
Tsk, tsk. Looks like the genius miss really needs Liguang to keep her in line...!
He watched her hobble over to a nearby stool, carefully sitting down sideways...
"Hiss—!"
The moment her bottom touched the seat, she gasped sharply!
Then she adjusted her angle again, and finally...
Perched on the back of the stool in an extremely awkward position.
She made a "please, go ahead" gesture to the two of them.
Liguang, meanwhile, pulled Fang Qi down to sit on the sofa.
The moment she sat, she leaned into Fang Qi, pressing close against him.
The familiar soft warmth put him at ease, but his brows still furrowed:
"Liguang, what exactly are you—"
"Master, the current Liguang can't help you much."
Liguang spoke softly, her small hand tightening around his.
"The current Liguang is, well..."
She lifted her head slightly to look at him, a flicker passing through her black eyes.
"Unstable."
Fang Qi: "...?!"
Unstable?
He immediately gripped her hand harder, staring into those black eyes, his voice dropping low.
"What do you mean, unstable? Is it about your—"
He looked at Liguang, at how nearly fully human she appeared.
Liguang pursed her lips, about to speak...
"How else would it be...?"
From the side, Lin Xiaoyou, still sprawled on the stool, muttered first.
She tilted her head, revealing just half of an apricot-shaped eye over the back of the stool.
"Your Liguang, she's like Sister Xiaoqing—she wasn't supposed to exist in this worldline in the first place... right?"
Probably because she'd just been disciplined, she didn't dare speak too loudly, mumbling under her breath.
But Fang Qi's hearing was extraordinary, so he caught every word.
"To this world, the current Liguang..."
She kept muttering.
"Isn't she just a 'virus' that messes with world stability...!"
"A violent-tempered virus at that...!"
Virus.
Fang Qi's pupils contracted slightly.
He slowly turned his head, looking at Lin Xiaoyou sprawled on the stool.
Lin Xiaoyou bared her teeth at him, then buried her head again.
Fang Qi narrowed his eyes.
That metaphor... was actually quite fitting!
He lowered his head again, looking at the black-haired, black-eyed girl in his arms.
"Liguang... is what she said true?"
Liguang was silent for a moment...
Then suddenly smiled.
The corners of her lips curled upward.
"That's right, Master. The current Liguang..."
She buried her face, rubbing it against his chest again.
"Is just like you, Master!"
...Just like him?
Fang Qi froze.
"Master is a virus from outside, while Liguang..."
She looked up, her black eyes shimmering with moisture.
"Is a local virus born from this world itself."
There was even a hint of contentment in her soft, gentle voice!
"Master, we're both 'viruses'...!"
Her phoenix eyes curved like crescents.
"How wonderful!"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
