We checked, one of the current participants is the King of Daxia. But the tech department agreed to adjust your quest progress to match theirs. Han Yan Yan turned her tears into laughter; having a lover who opens backdoors for her is great. She quickly logged into the game, only to find her character completely nude in an ancient forest with towering trees, the screen cast in a dusky tone. Right beside her was “Cang Hai Yi Sheng Xiao,” also nude and looking for a way out in a panic. It seemed the tech department had adjusted her quest progress to match Ji Cang Hai’s. Judging by his disheveled state, he hadn’t found the divine artifact yet. Just yesterday, she had sworn eternal love with him, and today they were at each other’s throats, a couple turned enemies. When enemies meet, their eyes blaze with hatred. Han Yan Yan launched a big move at him.
“Don’t, don’t, don’t!” Ji Canghai hurriedly typed on the keyboard, “Honey, let’s make up, okay?”
“Why should I?” Han Yinyin looked disdainfully at the naked man on the screen, “I just finalized the divorce.”
“Honey, listen to me, here’s what happened: the scroll was snatched by two despicable people out of nowhere.”
After they used the scroll, a portal appeared, and I followed through it. I found myself alone in a forest and haven’t found a way out yet.” Ji Canghai roughly described the situation after Han Yinyin left and concluded, “In this ghost place, let’s make up first, team up to take down those two scoundrels. No more internal strife, unity is key!”
“Hmph, you’re really clever, aren’t you? I’ve asked around, we haven’t been forced back, meaning the mission isn’t over, and they haven’t found the divine artifact either.” Han Yinyin circled around, examining the surroundings. “I’ve been here,” she said, “this is the Shennong Forest in the East, likely deep within. It’s a constantly changing maze; without a scroll to return to the city, of course, you can’t get out.”
“Honey, it all depends on you now!” Upon hearing it was the Shennong Forest, Ji Canghai’s head throbbed. This was the domain of the Eastern Lord. This annoying maze was set up by Wang Shenmu to prevent players from exploring deeper. But Ji Canghai, stark naked, was teleported alone into Shennong Forest.
He cried, for he had a scroll to return to the city, but the system notified him: [In a special mission, temporarily cannot be used.] Now seeing Han Yinyin, he felt like he had seen a savior. Han Yinyin, being a priest, had a skill called “Group Return,” which could teleport the whole team back to the nearest city without using a scroll. However, it had become their lifeline.
“Come on, join the party, I’ll get you out.” After some thought, Han Yinyin decided to reconcile with Ji Canghai. After all, the power of two was far greater than one, and finding the divine artifact would surely involve facing many boss-level monsters. As a warrior, Ji Canghai’s firepower was indispensable for her, a priest with low attack power. She quickly formulated several plans in her mind, deciding to make full use of his firepower and then kill him at the last moment to claim the artifact for herself. After pulling the grateful Ji Canghai into the party, Han Yinyin used her return skill, and they both left the forest.
“Since it’s the divine artifact of the North, the Memory of the Snow Maiden, let’s head to Yanjing City first,” Ji Canghai said, “and check if the pharmacies and equipment shops in the city are still usable.”
Su Yao lay on the large sofa in the study. “THANATOS, I don’t like you.” She clasped her head with both hands, her fingers deeply embedded in her hair. This was how she looked when she felt miserable. She wanted to cry, but couldn’t help laughing; she wanted to laugh, but couldn’t help crying. “THANATOS, I don’t like you, I haven’t liked you for a long time.”
“I’m not Su Yao anymore, and you’re not THANATOS anymore. I don’t like you, why should I still like you?”
“THANATOS, I don’t like you…” She hugged her knees in sorrow, her head buried deep, murmuring repeatedly. She was so tired. Why did he reject her so cruelly back then? Did he know how she managed through these six years? When she had finally started to forget him, why did he have to reappear and stir her up again? She didn’t want to be defeated by him all her life.
“You can call me Qin Chuan… No one has called me THANATOS in a long time.” Qin Chuan stood in front of her, struggling to choose his words. He felt just as bad; he didn’t know how to tell his story or how to deal with her current state.
Yes, kissing her was impulsive, but his feelings, suppressed for six years, were finally provoked by her, and her sudden, passionate response made him lose control. His heart, which had been as still as the dead waters outside the city of the dead, hadn’t felt this warmth in years, now turning into the molten lava of hell, tormenting his soul.
“Yes, no one has called it in a long time, just like I only liked you a long time ago!” Su Yao, head still buried, couldn’t tell if she was crying or laughing. When he first saw her at the market, his heart was still cold; he thought even if it was like this, it would be enough just to watch from afar and remember her. But he didn’t expect fate to push her back into his life.
“Yao Yao…” Qin Chuan stood there, thinking for a long time, still unsure how to express himself. He wasn’t good at expressing emotions; his world was vibrant only through the keyboard. He finally sighed, reached out, and smoothed her messy hair.
Unexpectedly, Su Yao suddenly looked up, grabbed his hand, and bit into his arm… Ouch…
Qin Chuan was both amused and exasperated. Did she really care so much about winning or losing that even biting him would make her feel better?
“If it makes you feel better…” He was considering whether to offer his other hand for her to bite when Su Yao stood up abruptly. She grabbed his collar — in one swift move, she slammed him back onto the sofa.
Qin Chuan’s wet bangs fell over his face, covering half of it. He lay there, not getting up, while Su Yao, seeing his face still smiling, got angrier, “You said it yourself.”
“Oh, what do you want to do?”
The Beast chuckled, “As long as you feel better, I don’t mind…” He was just lying there, shirt open, legs spread, eyes comfortably squinted. “Alright, alright, you asked for it, you know what I want to do.” Su Yao started rolling up her sleeves. “The question is—” Qin Chuan squinted his eyes, “Do you know how?” He felt her earlier kiss was clumsy, needing his guidance. “None of your business!” “Do you know how? Do you understand?” “None of your business!” “How is it none of my business when you want to do something to me…”
The female warrior was finally provoked to take action; she’d show him that her years of reading were not for nothing! The female warrior leaned over him, one hand turning his face to bite his lips, the other pulling at his trousers—she just wanted to see him embarrassed! She wanted to see his awkward expression! The more uncomfortable he was, the more satisfying her revenge felt! But Qin Chuan continued to enjoy himself with his eyes comfortably squinted.
The female warrior pulled down half of his trousers, just about to get rougher when, at this crucial moment, a thunderous sound suddenly erupted from the computer speakers at the other end of the study. That thunder seemed to strike Su Yao’s crown—it was the familiar sound of a skill—the signature move of the Silver Moon Warrior, “Thunder Strike”! Su Yao hurriedly got off Qin Chuan and indeed saw on the screen Canghai Yixiao using the skill on her little Mary. She was already disgusted by his bare body and didn’t even want to think about how he could also be in the mission. In any case, whoever disturbed her at this moment deserved to die!