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The Tale of Reincarnation: The Path of Fall, the Road of No Return: Chapter 592 I Miss You

When the music ended, applause rang out in the restaurant.

Xiangzi stood up, gave an elegant bow, and did not intend to stay any longer. She simply adjusted her skirt and left the most eye-catching position, sitting back down in front of Miaomeng.

By this time, the packed food had already been placed on their dining table.

Miaomeng watched her return and clapped her hands symbolically.

"Amazing, amazing!" Miaomeng said. "Look, everyone around you is amazed by you."

"Of course." Xiangzi raised his chin arrogantly and sat back in his seat. "Isn't this inevitable?"

Xiangzi had absolute confidence only in music.

She glanced at the packed food and was about to call the waiter to pay the bill when Miaomeng stopped her.

"Don't be in such a hurry," Miaomeng said.

"Mu is still hungry in the hotel."

"Just wait a minute or two, please~" Miao Meng said in a high-pitched voice, then switched back to her deep, slightly mischievous voice, "I guarantee, this meal is on the house."

As she spoke, her eyes darted around, as if searching for a kind person willing to pay their bill.

"..." Xiangzi raised his eyebrows, then lowered them again. "That's true."

Sure enough, when I called the waiter again a minute later to pay the bill, the waiter said that someone had already paid their bill.

Having learned from her previous experience dining with Harmony at a seaside restaurant, Xiangzi didn't find it too outrageous. She was even thinking... if she could use this method to get free meals in the future.

Hey, isn't that a way to save money?

"Then let's go back."

Just as Xiangzi was about to pick up the packing bag, Miaomeng grabbed it first and stood behind Xiangzi like a little follower.

“How can we let our guests see our beloved princess walking out of the restaurant carrying a takeout bag? It would be too undignified,” Miao Meng said with a smile. “I can handle such a small matter.”

Xiangzi shrugged helplessly.

Miaomeng seems to be in a good mood; she can do whatever she wants.

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And so, they returned to the hotel from outside.

The two double rooms are next to each other. Xiangzi and Mu slept together at night, while Miaomeng was responsible for looking after Rebecca. However, when they went out, Mu had to watch over her.

So during this time, Mu and Rebecca stayed in the same room.

"Any news?" These were the first words Xiangzi asked upon returning.

"We've only been in a place with a signal for a morning, and you're already asking if there's any news?" Rebecca rolled her eyes at her and grabbed the takeout bag from the table like a hungry tiger.

Take out a box from inside, and as soon as the lid is opened, the aroma of steak fills the entire room.

Fortunately, Xiangzi had already eaten. She snatched the bag from Rebecca, took out another box from it, and handed it to Mu. Then, she naturally sat down next to Mu, the two of them leaning against each other.

Rebecca didn't use a knife and fork; instead, she grabbed the food with her hands, held it, and took a big bite.

“*&￥%&*（＃）.......”

Even with the food still in her mouth, she was already gesturing wildly.

"Eat first, then talk." Xiangzi rubbed his forehead. "Haven't you heard of the saying 'Don't talk while eating'?"

Rebecca nodded, chewed and swallowed what was in her mouth in a few bites, picked up the glass of water that had been sitting overnight and gulped it down before letting out a long sigh.

"Actually, I've made contact."

"That's a good thing."

"They're just my men; they're in Casablanca right now and haven't gone home yet."

"So she didn't die after all," Miaomeng said in surprise.

"What do you mean 'they weren't dead after all'?! Do you really think seven super soldiers couldn't break out of that already destroyed country?" Rebecca rolled her eyes.

"And then, what did you use to contact them, a landline?"

"No, wait a minute, I'll wash my hands."

Rebecca shook her head, finished the rest of her steak, ran to the bathroom to wash her greasy hands, and then took a thin, transparent piece out of her eye.

"Contact lenses?" Xiangzi took the contact lens.

"This is called a virtual membrane. It is our tactical equipment and has communication capabilities, but its range is very small, only 30 kilometers. It needs a communication drone as a relay station to contact the satellite."

"Your men are currently within a 30-kilometer radius of us."

“Okay.” Rebecca nodded. “I can contact them again anytime and arrange a meeting for you.”

"I want to contact your direct supervisor." Xiangzi handed the virtual membrane back to her.

“We still need to meet with them first. They’re different from me; they haven’t been identified as MIA yet.” Rebecca shrugged and put her contact lenses back in. “And thanks to you guys, this mission wasn’t even a failure in the strict sense.”

Target A, Ahmed, with the primary objective of capturing him alive and the secondary objective of killing him. Now that Ahmed is dead, their mission can be considered partially completed.

At least my salary and bonuses won't be reduced too drastically.

“That’s not a happy family gathering.” Miao Meng sat back in the chair, hugging the back of the chair.

“Who knows? How about three in the afternoon?” Rebecca suggested. “Let’s arrange to meet.”

"I need to pick someone up at the airport at three o'clock," Xiangzi said. "Miaomeng, you go ahead."

"You trust me that much?" Miao Meng pointed to herself, with a "me?" expression.

"Yes, Mu will go with you. It'll be safer if the two of you go together." Xiangzi turned to look at Mu. "How about it?"

"I have no objection," Mu said calmly.

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So at 3 p.m., Xiangzi arrived at Casablanca Airport alone, holding a sign that read "Here ↓!" in Japanese. He mingled among the tour guides who were picking him up, staring straight at the exit hall with his lips pursed.

His eyes darted among the emerging crowd, trying to find the person he was waiting for among the waves of people walking out of the airport.

For some reason, Xiangzi felt a little nervous.

Chu Hua is coming soon.

It's impossible not to have expectations.

From June 1st to June 7th, Xiangzi experienced it three times. Then, many more days passed, and in fact, she hadn't seen Chuhua for almost a month.

Xiangzi only knew that Chuhua and Hailing had resolved the crisis in Ryukyu, but he didn't know the specifics of what had happened.

How is she? What happened during this time? Is she alright?

Xiangzi hadn't even thought about what to say after they met. She bit her lower lip lightly, feeling like something was tickling her heart.

but--

When the golden figure dragging a suitcase came into view, all my nervous thoughts vanished.

She opened her arms to Chu Hua, as if welcoming a big dog that had been away from home for a long time, and showed a warm smile.

Then, my arms suddenly felt warm and soft.

Chu Hua hugged Xiangzi tightly and rested her chin on Xiangzi's shoulder.

"miss you."

The Tale of Reincarnation: The Path of Fall, the Road of No Return: Chapter 593 The Flower of Annihilation

Such reunions at the airport are not uncommon, so Chu Hua holding Xiangzi didn't attract too much attention... except for another person who arrived in Casablanca with Chu Hua.

Is this what they call 'absence makes the heart grow fonder'?

Hailing, holding a cardboard box of drinks she bought from a vending machine, quipped in a very calm and emotionless tone.

A large puff of steam suddenly rose from Chu Hua's head. She loosened her tight embrace of Xiangzi and took a step back awkwardly.

"Wh-what do you mean by 'short separation'... 'short separation'... Hailing, what... what nonsense are you talking about?"

"It's just a metaphor."

Hailing remained expressionless, but Xiangzi clearly found it particularly amusing.

"Compared to... a metaphor..."

"Stop fooling around." Xiangzi raised his hand and ruffled Chuhua's hair, as if he were petting a big golden retriever. "I have things to do."

She paused.

"But before I went to find Miaomeng, I didn't know how you guys had been doing all this time."

Xiangzi tilted her head, her back to the transparent glass of the window making her appear as if she were enveloped in a white light. She pulled Chuhua's luggage over and asked with a smile.

"Shall we talk on the way back?"

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Finally, Xiangzi hailed a taxi and told the driver his destination in English.

The driver's English wasn't very good, but that's how it is in this line of work; he sees customers who speak a common language every day. As soon as Xiangzi told him the destination, he knew where to go.

The taxi drove onto the roads of Casablanca, heading towards the meeting place Rebecca had arranged.

On the bus, they talked about what had happened recently.

They weren't worried that the driver would overhear them talking about surreal topics so openly, since they were in a foreign country and their native language was essentially an encrypted form of communication.

Xiangzi recounted to Chuhua and Hailing how Mu had traveled back and forth several times between June 1st and June 7th. The two listened in a daze, as if they didn't understand what Xiangzi was talking about at all. They only knew that Mu had eventually become Xiangzi's familiar.

Xiangzi gave up trying to explain.

In any case, all the passages to the other side were destroyed by Mu, and the past became the past. The world-destroying flower of the witch of this side was also handed over to three groups of people for safekeeping. The matter of the witch of this side can be considered a good ending, if not perfect.

Then, we come to another clue triggered by the Ode Faction, which is closely related to the Witch of This Shore, namely, the one they are investigating: Medien.

After listening, Chu Hua and Hai Ling only vaguely understood the things Xiangzi was saying about language and culture.

Xiangzi shrugged, thinking it best to forget it, and then turned to ask about Ryukyu.

It's said they handled it quite well, and even helped Mujica gain the useful status of "Lifetime VIP of the Scroll Group" in this cycle.

However, this does not seem to be the case for the parties involved.

“Mio became a witch before June 1st, and I couldn’t stop what had already happened.” Hatsuka’s mood noticeably sombered as she spoke about her trip to Ryukyu. “I could only try to kill Izumi, who was just a hair’s breadth from fully hatching, as soon as possible…”

Knowing the location of the barrier in advance, Chu Hua was able to handle the unhatched Ji even on her own.

However, Chu Hua didn't seem very willing to share this part of the process; she skipped over what happened in the middle and went straight to the end.

"The good news is that no one on board was injured, and the final battle with Ji did not cause too much of a commotion."

As Chu Hua spoke, she took out a gem wrapped in a handkerchief from her bosom.

Xiangzi took the gemstone and opened it to take a look.

A Soul Gem with a familiar design; in retrospect, it should be called Mio's World-Destroying Flower.

"Can you absorb it?" Chu Hua asked.

“Of course…no?” Xiangzi held the Flower of Annihilation, but felt no power within it at all, as if it were just a mere decoration. “What’s going on, Delete?”

Although she hadn't originally planned to absorb it, ever since she learned that Nirvana was her true self, Xiangzi had been avoiding anything that might lead her to her true self, such as absorbing the World-Destroying Flower of the Witch of This Shore, or the World-Destroying Flower of the second Mio that she was holding in her palm.

But even though she didn't absorb it, she couldn't sense at all that what she held in her hand was the Flower of Destruction.

The only way to distinguish between real and fake is to look at the indescribable feeling between the flowers. But now Xiangzi can feel that this thing is real, yet he also feels contradictorily that it is an empty shell.

what happened?

She gave a light kick forward, and a white thing emerged from under the seat.

"Just ask, why are you kicking me?" Delete smacked Xiangzi's arm with its ear in annoyance. It raised its eyes, looked at the World-Destroying Flower in Xiangzi's hand, and winked. "This thing seems fine to me. What's gotten into you all of a sudden?"

“But in my eyes, this thing is empty, it has no causal basis whatsoever,” Xiangzi said.

"what?"

Delete stared wide-eyed, leaned closer to Mio's World-Destroying Flower, and examined it carefully like a connoisseur of antiques.