Really? I'm fighting the Dark Emperor.

Chapter 395 1 Knife

It's spinning so fast, it's probably going to complain to the Dark Emperor.

The group of people unanimously lost the desire to continue the gathering, and the person who was most satisfied with the party was probably Dark Night.

He came out with the Elf Lord, with the High Priest following behind; each of the three was filled with their own joy.

"I think we should go back later." Huangwu looked at him, his eyes filled with evasion. "What if the Emperor wants to see me?"

Most of the people have already left.

The Dark Desert and the Soul Summoner traveled with the Elf Cult Leader.

The high priestess of the elves said she knew the whole area and knew where to buy some rare seeds.

There just happens to be a delicious, non-fattening food that helps gluttonous animals lose weight.

These hold no appeal for the desolation.

She waved goodbye to them with great enthusiasm, muttering a curse under her breath about being a swindler, which only Mi Yaxing overheard.

The shop owner and her daughter cleaned up the mess, and Miya Xing lent them a hand.

“The Dark Emperor is looking for trouble,” he said, pointing to his head, “I don’t need you to come closer.”

She never seemed to have this concern when she said things that the gloomy duchess didn't want to hear.

Miya Xing didn't voice this even more provocative thought.

But it was clearly reflected on her face.

Speaking the truth often comes at a price.

He was kicked by someone who was angry and embarrassed.

He didn't dodge.

She didn't kick hard.

After kicking her, she realized it wasn't serious: "A lenient punishment seems to be tantamount to condoning it. Am I condoning your offense?"

"Does the master think I am being offensive?"

The word "adult" sounds frivolous and lacks any sense of respect.

She thought for a moment and said, "No, I just think the way you're doing it on purpose is really annoying."

He later added, "It would be offensive to do this to other servants."

But no other servants spoke to her in that way.

Miya Xing washed her hands, and when she returned, Huang Wu had already put the matter out of her mind.

"I feel like you made me realize something very important that I had always overlooked before."

"what?"

“It might be ‘now’,” she said vaguely, not giving Miya Xing a chance to ask further.

Then, with great interest, she asked him if he remembered where the river was when they first met.

She said she wanted to give him a surprise.

of course I know.

Not daring to expect her to lead the way based on her vague memory once they arrived, and even less wanting to experience the teleportation magic she used, Miya Xing spent the entire night studying the local map after hearing her casually mention that she was coming.

I thought I wouldn't need to use it this time.

“You looked like you were about to jump into the river.”

“No,” he defended himself, “I was just… happy to see you.”

"So happy you're going to pull me into the river?"

“I didn’t intend to jump into the river,” he reiterated, stating that he had no urge to do so. “At that moment…”

"What?" Before Mi Yaxing could slowly organize his thoughts, she asked deliberately during a pause in his speech.

Miya Xing was very familiar with this process, yet she was helpless against it: "I'm just a little too excited."

"Why are you both happy and excited?"

"I'm so excited to see you." He could tell she was asking a question she already knew the answer to.

She always liked to do that.

He always knew.

But now, my gaze has shifted slightly, and I can no longer look directly into her eyes.

He longed to look at her closely, yet he feared that if he saw her cunning gaze, his emotions would surge forth, leaving her with nothing but his disheveled appearance.

"Miya Star!" he suddenly called out, and she appeared in his line of sight.

"Hey, are you about to cry?" She reached out and touched his eyes, concluding, "Not yet, looks like it'll happen soon."

Miya Star: "..."

“Oh, don’t mind it. It’s cute when you’re about to cry but have to hold it in,” she said very seriously. She added, “Of course, if it’s because of me.”

Seeing that he showed no signs of crying and just walked forward expressionlessly, Huangwu felt a little regretful.

I couldn't help myself and spoke too soon.

She reached for his hand and received no resistance; the inexplicable feeling of guilt she had felt vanished instantly.

I didn't delve into the occasional oddities in her emotions.

"I don't know why, but whenever you cry, I really want to bite you."

"Hmm, the Moonstone might be mixed with vampire energy."

He said those words with such seriousness, which only made her want to tease him even more.

So I did as I pleased:

"Was it love at first sight that day, and was you so captivated by my beauty that you couldn't extricate yourself?"

The person being teased fell silent, then grasped her hand in return, admitting under a playful gaze, "Yes, I'm hopelessly infatuated with your beauty."

Realizing that there would be no end to what he was about to say, Miya Xing had no choice but to beg for mercy: "Please let me go, sir."

His emotions had only just calmed down, so he didn't want to stare at her; he just shook her hand.

It was a very simple action, but he performed it stiffly, his ears turned bright red, but the result was excellent.

It would be even better if she could laugh less.

The river is still the same river, no different from yesterday or tomorrow.

Crystal clear, like a mirror reflecting another time and space.

Sunlight streamed through the clouds, turning the river into two shades of blue. In this atmosphere, fueled by memories, he felt an urge to tell her everything.

He did not.

I've thought about this question more than once, but right now my mind is completely blank.

Before he could do anything, before he could organize his thoughts or come up with a perfect opening, she reached out and flicked her index finger, sending a magical spray of cool water onto his face.

"What nonsense are you thinking about now?" He took something out of his sleeve—a piece of paper.

Miya Xing realized that this was the surprise she had been talking about.

The paper is familiar.

He signed it on his first day here.

"You..." His throat was a little dry.

“Mr. Carrington is the only person around me who hasn’t signed a magical contract with me.”

With a smile, she drawled, "Little servant, you are the second one."

The dark purple magical flames gradually devoured the magical contract, and he began to feel unsteady on his feet.

No.

wrong.

"People generally believe that the Dark Spirit Stone exists only as a blade in the Dark Emperor's hand, without its own thoughts or human emotions..."

Her appearance gradually became distorted and blurred, as if separated by a thick wall of water, and her voice gradually faded away.

He tried very hard to listen, and he really wanted to get closer.

His heavy body prevented him from taking the steps to get closer to her.

"I think... my thoughts and ideas... the knife... the body is different..."

With his ears ringing loudly, he struggled to keep his eyes open, his consciousness hazy. He saw her smiling indistinctly, her mouth opening and closing, all other sounds drowned out by the ringing.

He thought he saw her smile gently at him, then a chill ran through his body, and he couldn't help but shiver. Everything vanished.

There was nothing around.

You've brought about too many changes; this timeframe is very unstable.

The long-awaited system reappeared, its voice mechanical.

"what are you going to do?!"

He wants to go back!

【correct.】

The emotionless mechanical voice hit him hard. Miya Xing clenched his fists, his body trembling slightly with anger: "It was your mission that required her to fall in love with me."

He has to go back!

He had never liked to involve the cold, hard tasks in their relationship, but now he had no choice but to bring it up himself.

"Are you saying I've changed too much?"

[Currently, the correction is at 27%. This is due to a calculation error on our part; we underestimated the impact your changes would have on her timeline.]

The mechanical voice remained unchanged, ignoring the mortals' questions.

Even through it, Miya Star seemed to feel that malice again.

[Currently, the correction progress is 50%. This timeframe cannot expire too early or too late. As compensation, the task difficulty has been reduced; all you need to do is have her die for you for the task to be considered successful.]

"Love" was removed from the mission.

The only thing that matters is "death".

The past is past, and what is destined to repeat will not repeat itself. Please minimize interference with others in the time ahead and focus on the task. The current correction progress is 100%, and all errors have been corrected. We wish you a pleasant journey through time.

The system did not give him any time to refute it again.

He staggered, his feet firmly planted on the ground, facing the raging wind and torrential rain, which chilled him to the bone.

The lingering tinnitus had not yet subsided when, by the light of the lightning, he could make out the person standing not far away.

She stood there, expressionless, and what had taken him only a few minutes seemed to linger on her.

long time……

“You…” Like every diligent and hopeful fool who ultimately finds himself being played by fate, he was speechless.

I'm not even sure if this is yet another first meeting for her.

Another bolt of lightning streaked across the rain.

She didn't speak or move, and didn't seem like a living person.

It was like a heartless knife that had taken up residence in a person's body.