Really? I'm fighting the Dark Emperor.

Chapter 416 Are you an orphan?

The days are no different from before, so it is only when time has flown by that one is suddenly struck by how incredibly fast it has gone.

Huangwu said he needed to take care of some things before leaving.

Miya Xing stayed in her room watching the specks of green fluorescence rising, drifting, and falling outside. Before she left, she asked her:

"Aren't you going to say goodbye to them?"

These words might have sounded a bit unusual to the Desolate Demon Lord. She paused in her steps, turned her head, and frowned: "Was this really necessary?"

In the Dark Clan, every day could be the last, and every greeting could be considered a farewell.

It's strange to go out of your way to do something like this.

"Hmm... We Quark people have this habit."

The Dark Clan also has them.

He guessed that she wasn't good at saying goodbye, and for a moment he found it amusing, but afterwards a bitter aftertaste lingered.

He came up with something she would be happy to do: "After we finish talking about business, we can chat about other things, like where to hide some gold coins so you can get them when you're free."

Huangwu tilted his head and thought for a moment, but couldn't imagine where he could run without being found by the Dark Emperor.

However, the issue of the ownership of the property must be addressed properly, otherwise, once she dies, wouldn't all that money just go to the Dark Emperor?

"Oh, it's similar to making a will."

“Yes, saying goodbye is similar to making a will.” He heard her voice again as his gaze slowly shifted toward the window.

"Did 'I' say goodbye to you?" she asked casually out of curiosity.

Mi Yaxing laughed: "Yes, I went to great lengths to get it, but you told me a lot of riddles, and I couldn't solve a single one of them."

It sounds like this farewell has nothing to do with the issue of property ownership.

She blinked, then didn't pursue the riddle she had left behind.

"Sometimes I really feel that the two times we live in are so similar, and when you say it, it's as if I really did it."

But she didn't think she was that great, capable of setting up a puzzle that even the Star of Wisdom couldn't figure out the answer to.

She is also a wise star who understands her.

“Yes, it is very similar,” Miya Xing said softly, as if worried about disturbing someone, “like two sides of a mirror.”

She looked at him and heard his voice, but not human speech.

So, without disturbing the other person, they continued to stare blankly at the green dots.

Huangwu never dwells on things she deems unimportant.

For example, she dislikes speaking in riddles and had long been fed up with the annoying way people around her always left things unsaid.

But she didn't doubt that Miya Xing was deceiving her.

At the same time, she actually disliked mentioning her past self to Miya Xing.

A dead loser has only experienced one of the countless endings she has ever witnessed.

She wasn't very curious about losers.

It wasn't just curiosity; she had no other thoughts besides mockery.

But every time Mi Yaxing mentions "her," Huangwu feels annoyed.

She hasn't experienced two hundred years later, and all she does every day is talk about incomprehensible things like summoning souls.

At first, she had the patience to ask, but Mi Yaxing kept asking questions bit by bit, which wore down her patience.

Mind reading is much easier.

"What a hassle."

I have a feeling that the vague sense of unease that has been lingering for a long time is about to break through the fog.

Like a tangled ball of yarn, she was at a loss and even forgot about it for a time.

However, the loose thread was about to fall into her hands on its own.

Is this a good thing?

She told Carrington and Xiao Jinzhao, rather unenthusiastically, about her plan to hide her gold coins.

Xiao Jinzhao's persistently low mood was something she couldn't ignore.

She is sometimes surprised by how much she cares about her subordinates' emotions.

More often than not, people don't understand why they pay attention to something only occasionally, but ignore it most of the time.

This sense of contradiction shouldn't exist in her.

"what happened?"

Since you've noticed, it's no trouble to ask casually.

"Why did you bring him along, sir?"

“He wants to go.” And it wouldn’t be a problem to take him along.

"I want to go too."

"No." She refused decisively, "It's too dangerous for you to go."

Xu Jinzhao stopped speaking.

It was just a minor incident, and the desolation didn't bother with it.

On the day he left, Miya saw her again. She was holding a small cloth bag and staring blankly, seemingly lost in thought.

The bag was bulging, as if the person who prepared it wanted to put the entire universe inside.

It's very exquisite, and the quality looks quite good.

Miya Xing felt that the face looked somewhat familiar.

I thought about it carefully, but couldn't come up with any ideas.

"what happened?"

"It's nothing, I just feel..."

She paused here, and Miya Xing waited quietly.

"It just feels a little strange." She shook her head. "Never mind, it's nothing."

Unlike her, who had an entrance exam, Miya Xing, as a professor's assistant, could have arrived at school a few days later than her.

But he wanted to go with her, and Huangwu didn't refuse.

How does it feel to be returning to your homeland?

"This isn't the first time I've come back."

Will returning to Moe Academy feel the same as returning to Quark Star?

“No,” Miya Xing said truthfully, “Meng Academy is where I… grew up.”

"Oh, you're an orphan."

I was taken aback by her conclusion, and the tension of being so close to home immediately faded away.

All that remained to say was, "My parents are alive."

She was still playing with the bag in her hand. Although she was talking to him as usual, you could tell that she still had something on her mind.

“You’re not as close to them as I am to you. Living and dying are practically the same for you.” She finished speaking, unusually considerate of her listener’s feelings, “Would you Quark people mind me saying this?”

"The difference between the Quark race and the Dark race isn't that big."

"No one in the Dark Clan will mind me saying this."

"The differences are not significant, but there are still some differences in this aspect."

He didn't say directly that the Dark Clan had no objections because of her identity.

Huangwu didn't ask any further questions.

"Mr. Carrington said that one should be polite when living in the Quark tribe. If you feel uneasy when you encounter elders, veterans, or the principal or teachers of the Mon Academy, you can greet them. The people there will not make things difficult for polite people."

The overly didactic tone immediately tells you it's not Carrington's original quote.

"Perhaps." He stood there stunned for a long time until Huangwu turned around and looked at him.

"what happened to you?"

"I'm thinking……"

"Ok?"

Will you regret it?

"Regret what?" She wouldn't regret it; she would only think he was being unreasonable. "I never regret the past."

That's a pointless thing.

"Won't you regret the gold that was lost in the past?"

She couldn't say "no" and fell into deep thought.

“Rui Bu Si,” he said, taking her hand and trying to convey something he himself didn’t understand, “is it that you don’t regret the past, or that you’re afraid of the helplessness of regret? Can you tell the difference?”

The housekeeper, Carrington, said that she always focused on the future, which is why she neglected the present and those around her.

But not just now.

People who are too focused on the future will also deliberately avoid the past.