Including my most embarrassing and hypocritical appearances...

Since that's the case, why not be candid and sincere?

"Once again, let me introduce myself."

She smiled happily, like a blooming crystal flower, shining so brilliantly in the sunlight: "Hello, Ji Jue, I'm Wen Wen."

And so, Ji Jue also smiled.

"Hello, Sister Wen, I'm Ji Jue."

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The motorcycle started, roaring, and went away into the distance.

Ji Jue quietly watched her figure vanish at the end of the street. For some reason, he sighed wistfully, feeling a void, perhaps because he hadn't received enough thanks.

Wondering if there will be a chance in the future.

He mused, turned back, and then saw, in the blurry spiritual projection, a pair of eyes.

Quietly watching him.

Watching.

Uncertain how long they watched.

"Hello, sir, I am Isis."

The Spirit of Workshop examined its master and suddenly spoke.

Yet, for some reason, Ji Jue always felt the tone was strange and his whole body tingled with cold.

"Didn't you just say 'talk later,' sir?"

The spirit's voice carried over, gentle and serene, telling him: "Your humble servant is still waiting on the side; is now convenient?"

"Ah, this..."

Ji Jue scratched his head, recalling last night's long experience, sighing for a moment: "This story is quite long."

"It's okay."

Isis remained calm: "I still have some preparations to make. Before I finish, you can take your time to tell it, no rush."

"Preparing what?" Ji Jue was puzzled.

"Some small tools that might be used depending on the situation later, nothing serious, don't worry." Isis's voice came, along with a faint sound from the direction of the kitchen: "You speak, I'm listening."

"Last night, I had quite an adventure, you might not believe it!"

Ji Jue's eyebrows flew up as he gestured animatedly, but halfway through speaking, he seemed to suddenly remember something, slapped his forehead: "Almost forgot, there's something, I need to give you."

Saying this, he raised his hand, and the Non-attack Matrix emerged, the Spiritual Hand delved into his soul, rummaged through, and when pulled out, at the tips of the ethereal fingers, a jet-black diamond appeared, extended towards Isis.

Glittering in the sunlight, with multi-colored light flowing.

——[Lord of the Flies]

"..."

For a moment, Isis seemed to stall, unable to react, until after a long while, a light sigh: "Sir, has anyone ever told you, when it comes to being a scoundrel, you possess a rare and extraordinary talent?"

"Has there?" Ji Jue was puzzled.

"There has."

A silver mechanical hand reached out, snatched the diamond from Ji Jue's hand, then transformed into a bright blade, pointed directly at Ji Jue's face: "Especially this shameless face, as if completely unaware of what you're doing, simply possessing a deceitfulness like Mirror System Heavenly Craft...

To avoid causing more trouble, why not let me help you take it off!

Rest assured, I will treasure it carefully."

"In any case, a lot of things happened, cough cough."

Ji Jue dodged the blade repeatedly tracing over his face, shrinking back awkwardly: "Well, let's start from when I fell asleep last night and heard you calling me master..."

"Are you starting to fantasize again?"

Isis paused for a moment, seemingly smiling: "My master."

"..."

Ji Jue, instantly froze.

Instinctively sweating profusely, instinctively looking around at the scenery and appearance. Even with such certainty, he couldn't help but doubt once more...

——Oh no, could he still be dreaming?

But if it's a dream, it doesn't seem to matter.

He basked in the sun, lazily lay on the sofa, enjoying the rare idle morning, suddenly feeling a bit sleepy again.

How about taking a nap?

He closed his eyes.

A rare day of leisure, a rare beautiful dream.

.

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In Cliff City, Northern Mountain District, an unexpected guest dropped a hub mangled like crumpled mud, took back the money rightfully his from the sweaty, shivering shop owner.

Counted each bill in front of him, one by one.

Then, threw the extra stack back into his hands.

Smilingly said goodbye, turned around, and left.

Reclaimed his last hard-earned money, so delightful, hooray!

Though this little hard-earned money isn't enough for much food and drink...

At least the mood is cheerful!

Facing the dazzling sun, she dialed the number in her phone that she had hesitated over for a long time, took a deep breath, hesitated no more.

After three rings, it was connected.

A familiar voice came from the other side.

"This is Lv Yingyue."

"Good morning, Guardian Lv," Wen Wen greeted, "I hope I'm not disturbing you."

"Huh? Your tone's different now."

The voice on the other side was slightly surprised, seemingly unexpected: "Calling me so early, is there something good?"

"Perhaps."

Wen Wen thought for a moment, then directly said: "I've considered your previous invitation, may I ask, is there still a chance to accept the Mountain Light inheritance now?"

"Of course, little Wen."

Lv Yingyue's voice was filled with comfort, without any hesitation: "Isn't the best place in this world always having opportunities?

Whenever you're ready, just come find me."

"Alright."

Wen Wen hung up the phone, put on her helmet.

Facing the refreshing wind, she started the motorcycle once more, merged into the bustling traffic, with the tall buildings in the distance standing like a forest, reflecting crystal-clear light on their mirrored surfaces.

The world shines so brightly, the sky is azure and clear.

The brilliant sunshine embraces everyone.

What lovely weather for sleeping in.

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