Really? I'm fighting the Dark Emperor.

Chapter 379 Impossible Mission

His words attracted the attention of many passersby.

Unaware that she was the center of attention, she said, “Children with abnormal emotions are the same. They are not yet good at controlling their radiation energy. When the Aurora Clan loses control of their emotions, there will inevitably be radiation energy leakage.”

The dissatisfaction or fear of those around her undoubtedly became an stimulant at this moment. Miya Xing saw that she was very interested and clearly had the desire to continue analyzing.

"Now that you mention it, it seems that every magical race has its own unique way of ending their lives." He tried to appear eager to learn. "When we first met, were you picking flowers by the river just to pretend to be an elf?"

Let's not continue discussing the topic of radiation leakage.

“No,” the unwarranted “slander” made her forget the alarmist rumors she was about to spread. “I picked the flowers because I suddenly became interested in flower arranging. The ones I handed over were from the elves.”

Miya Xing, of course, believed it.

The death of a human on Earth leaves behind a body that needs to be disposed of, while magical races have a much easier and simpler process in this regard.

Aurora creatures leave behind radiation.

The Quark race disperses into points of light; the Dark race disperses into black mist.

The Destians are similar to the Quark race, except that their scattered glow never fades and always returns to their home planet, no matter where they are.

The Elf race is diverse.

Elves born from ancient magical artifacts often perish along with the artifacts.

Spirits born of nature return to nature;

Elves born from the Elf Tree often become Elf Kings, and their passing is like a whale fall, bringing blessings to the entire Elf race.

The most common batch is flowers.

According to legend, every Soli person leaves behind a prophecy after they die.

……

“My lord,” Miya Xing suddenly recalled a past event, a past event related to her, “Do you know what vampires are like after they die?”

"Hmm?" She thought for a while. "I've never been to a vampire clan."

She knew about those messy afterlife rituals only because the Dark Emperor liked to issue messy tasks.

She had to find a way to bluff her way out of the assigned task.

Going all the way to someone else's planet to cause trouble is likely to get you ganged up on!

The first time vampires appeared in a mission was during this egg-finding mission.

“After you return to the Dark Clan, go to the Soul Summoner’s place and look for information. She has a lot of books there.” She wouldn’t spend too much time thinking about unimportant questions. “You can ask her directly, but she’s very particular, so I don’t recommend it.”

They have already returned to the inn.

Both rooms were at the far end of the second floor, his a little further in than hers, at the end of the corridor.

The corridor was empty at this moment.

Miya Xing stopped her just as she was about to enter the room: "Why?"

"Ok?"

"Why ask the Soul Summoning Demon King?"

“Rui, desolation,” he addressed her this way for the first time, “Don’t you have a vampire gentleman right next to you? Why don’t you go ask him?”

She looked at his strange movements: "Really?"

I don't recall her; she rarely had anyone with her, and—

"Aren't you being a little too disrespectful?"

It hasn't been long, and people are already calling her by her full name.

"I'm sorry." Miya Xing pursed her lips, then sighed helplessly, "My lord, if you close your eyes now, can you still remember exactly what I look like?"

"Huh? You just said vampires were referring to Mr. Carrington?" She automatically ignored what he said after that.

Mr. Carrington would occasionally report on the situation of Miya Star to her. He didn't know many people here, and he could quickly draw a conclusion by checking among the people he knew.

“Yes, it’s Mr. Carrington.” He leaned closer, blocking some of the light from the corridor that was shining into that corner. “Sir.”

Soon, that part was gone too—the light was a voice-activated light.

"I want to know, do your eyes remember what I look like?"

The lights came on again.

This is a voice-activated light that doesn't require much noise to activate.

Why do we need to remember this?

They were very close, but she remained standing there, wondering what he was going to do.

The darkness did not affect her vision, which she had been lingering in for a long time. At this distance, while he was thinking about what to say, she could even count his eyelashes for fun.

Finally, Miya Xing stepped past her, opened the door, and the lights inside the room came on after a snap of her fingers: "The master said he would collect my body."

"What if you can't remember what I look like and end up collecting the wrong body?"

"How could that be?" It's like being afraid that the person in the mirror will win rock-paper-scissors; people worry about inexplicable things all day long. "I wouldn't mistake someone for someone else."

Yes, she wouldn't admit she was wrong.

But she doesn't pay much attention to the people around her.

He knew Carrington was a vampire the moment he met him.

That's obvious. It doesn't require analysis, and it doesn't even require much knowledge about vampires.

Miya Xing thought that the housekeeper who handled all her chores, the old man who would braid her hair, perhaps, could no longer see anything at this moment.

The environment where vampires live is not very bright.

When the light is too bright, they call it a natural disaster.

The thin sunlight during the day couldn't penetrate even a fraction of the heavy curtains.

The night was much darker than the darkness of the Dark Clan; even the most sensitive vampires could not see clearly, and any light that penetrated less than half a meter was swallowed up.

When she learned that the vampire patriarch's eyes were easily damaged in bright light, what was she thinking during that moment of stunned silence?

Back in my room, I opened the window, and the magnificent aurora borealis gently illuminated a patch of light beside the window.

Miya Xing understood.

Even if she wasn't actually in this period, but rather returned here after her memories were erased by the system, she still couldn't possibly fall in love with him.

He was undertaking an impossible task.