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Even small towns have been exported.
She couldn't bear it, nor dared she look up, because the last thing she saw was Mistelin forcefully wrapping her arm around Xiaocheng's waist. She buried her face in her hands.
Just hearing the sound of their lips colliding was enough to imagine how intense the question must have been.
Woo!
Kiana almost squatted down, burying her face in her knees. Even when she heard footsteps approaching and her shadow fell over her, she had no intention of raising her head—until that familiar touch, as if plucking at her heartstrings, landed on her listless head once more.
"Don't be sad, now it's your turn to choose the next part."
"But...but..."
"Misteline agreed too."
"I want to go to the food street!" Kiana's voice was muffled, as if she were talking with her head buried under the covers. "It absolutely cannot be a materialized, perfunctory place."
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"Our first stop is definitely the crepe stand!"
Kiana gripped Jiang Cheng's wrist with the strength of a snow leopard hunting its prey. Her black leather shoes clattered merrily on the stone pavement, and the direction of her long, silver hair danced was the epitome of youth. The arc of her school uniform skirt seemed meticulously calculated, suppressing even the slightest breeze, so that no matter how wide an onlooker's eyes were, they could see absolutely nothing, only reluctantly rubbing their eyes after they became sore.
Today was probably the best day Jiangcheng had ever been, because he didn't end up driving away all the customers on the street or making things any worse just because of it.
Although it may sound harsh, it's a selfish trait inherent in every human being that makes it hard to accept that clothes prepared by one's lover for them can be casually viewed by others.
Jiang Cheng didn't have any desire to show off; he liked to display his good things to others.
The key point is that several people have already noticed something amiss. Several Valkyries on vacation by the roadside have their glasses gleaming as they pull out their phones to compare the photos.
Even though they were just teleported to an ordinary big city by teleportation, they were still discovered... Is the Bishop of Destiny really that well-known?
If it weren't for the cover-ups provided by Mistelin, he had no doubt that this date would have quickly turned into a fan meeting.
First, the word spread from one person to ten, then from ten to a hundred, and soon most of the city's population might come to see the bishop.
Doesn't this feel a bit strange, like an emperor going on an incognito visit? And wouldn't that mean we'd have to listen to their complaints...? Let Gray Snake and his crew handle that.
Even so, the malice within the gathered crowd was enough for Ling to give a warning.
Human jealousy is boundless...
"You need my help... no, someone's already here?"
Ling, who was about to ask for help without thinking, was stopped from speaking. She turned around from the Stigmata Space to look at another girl who had taken over her function.
—Mistelin.
That guy I especially hate.
But it must be admitted that in terms of love, it is perhaps heavier than Raiden Mei and Sakura combined.
As an observer, the girl was the one who could most clearly understand what that guy had done. This perspective was something Jiang Cheng could never achieve even if he distanced himself from it—his mind, which was almost dizzy from being enveloped by the gentle fragrance, could not clearly perceive how heavy and exquisite these methods were.
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"So, humans really are all different?"
Mistelin, who was being thought about behind her back, sighed deeply and casually waved her hand, dismissing some dangerous thoughts.
Even without the gray snake feeding, there are sometimes ways to completely replace it during dates.
If you can't use power to control people, then use the simplest way—directly alleviate those dirty thoughts through your own abilities.
Even if the so-called filth in those ideas is not much worse than Jiangcheng in many ways.
But if it's not yours, then it's dirty.
This is double standards.
The sound of Mistelin's high heels was like an elegant metronome, and the black stockings under her teacher's uniform pencil skirt gleamed alluringly in the sunlight—unfortunately, even with a deliberately chosen style, the most taboo contrast, especially the part covered by black stockings revealed after lifting the skirt... would surely give her the most wonderful touch.
Having had a perfect opportunity thwarted once, all he could do now was watch Kiana drag Jiang Cheng towards the vendors—
"Double the strawberry cream!"
"Even the chocolate sauce should be drawn in a cat's paw pattern!"
The silver-haired girl's nose was almost touching the glass counter, and the white mist she exhaled blurred the display case, almost imprinting the fingerprints of her ten fingers.
"Give Teacher Mistelin a healthier option—100% bitter melon and wasabi flavor!"
"That's prejudice against the teaching profession. I'm not your weird-tasting aunt."
The girl's overly excited and smug smile lasted only a moment—Mistelin's finger suddenly poked Kiana's sensitive spot on her lower back, and while the girl was flustered, she turned the menu to the waiter, "Please give her that order ten times the amount of popping candy, and by the way..."
"Write 'Stealing Cat' on a crepe with wasabi... Eat it well, Kiana."
The long, silvery-white hair hanging down from her ears concealed the wickedness in her mouth—even a seemingly innocent girl could be a wolf in sheep's clothing.
"You're going to die!" Kiana lunged forward, baring her teeth and claws, but her tie had already been glued to the shop window by Mistelin. The way her socks rolled up as she struggled nearly caused a passing college student to bump into a lamppost.
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Jiang Cheng watched all of this with contentment, a sweet life that was unimaginable just a few months ago.
The initial bitterness of being transported to this world has gradually disappeared without a trace as the story progresses.
Now that even his missing arm has been replaced, Jiang Cheng even thought for a moment that he had finally overcome all his suffering and was about to enjoy a wonderful life.
Don't suddenly act like you have no regrets in life; you really sound like a middle-aged man!
A life lived with a cough is truly without regrets.
strictly speaking.
Before this, Jiang Cheng had never imagined what his future life would be like.
I've always been like a blade of grass, obeying other people's demands—going to school, advancing to higher grades, taking exams, doing homework, and absolutely not being allowed to date.
I can't imagine what it would be like to enter society with such a puppet-like attitude, nor can I imagine what my future will be like. Will it continue like this endlessly, or will it suddenly stop one day, like a puppet winding up for the last time, with no one urging it on?
If it weren't for his survival instinct, Jiang Cheng felt that even after transmigrating to this world, he would still be slacking off. At most, he would use his precognitive abilities to try to find some conservative anti-entropy factions to help him out and give himself a chance to slack off, and then continue to slack off, or rather, lie in bed aimlessly without any goals.
What a meaningless life.
They are also meaningless people.
You're just like the empty shell of my generation, someone who never had a sense of self, and therefore simply existed in this world as a form of existence.
Ling looked through the Jizo Mitama at the boy who had seemed so determined and resolute during his previous busy period.
Now that he has achieved great success and accomplished most of his goals, and it is time for him to return home in glory, he appears to be in a state of dejection.
"Can't you even find a goal?"
No……
There's none?
“My dear is distracted,” Mistylin suddenly pressed the crepe against the boy’s lips, leaving an ambiguous tooth mark on the blueberry tip of the cream.
"Want to try out after-school tutoring offered exclusively by teachers?"
"I actually issued myself a teacher's certificate!"
Jiang Cheng subconsciously looked up and almost collided with a pair of eyes that were tinged with lavender purple. It was as if a large number of petals had been blown into them by the breeze and shimmered in the brilliant silver. His face, which was illuminated by the intense light of the approaching midday sun, seemed to be glowing.
The girl named Mistelin was holding a half-eaten blueberry crepe and licking it to her lips. Her delicate fragrance, along with the sweetness of the food, wafted into her nose, and her hair, blown by the wind, brushed against her neck.
—Really not?
The question seemed to resurface in my mind once again.
Just like last time, there was still no room for an answer.
Because the same sweet strawberry flavor, along with that tender, unripe texture, is already clinging tightly to my back.
"—Strawberry flavor is the best!"
Ahhh...
It's Kiana...
I can never forget that delicate voice.
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"Although I said I would make use of my strengths, aren't you being a little too naive?"
Looking at the girl who was even competing with her for this, Mistelin's lips twitched involuntarily.
I just wanted to find an opportunity to fulfill a hobby that my dear has been keeping hidden in her heart, a hobby that no one else can fulfill. Now, after trying again and again, I still haven't been able to properly express it.
That experience was a truly memorable first time, and it was a genuine first time for both of us – it was also the first time my loved one had ever slapped that spot so hard.
"Even Aunt Himeko said I learn incredibly fast!"
Not to be outdone, Kiana immediately unleashed her ultimate move, leaping and hooking herself onto the boy's back, stuffing a strawberry crepe into his other mouth.
The right hand traced a vibrant arc in the air—
"Look, Xiaocheng!"
"There's an adorable cat cafe over there!"
As expected of the future Cat Hero, he really loves cats that much?
In that case, going to a coffee shop shouldn't have any impact, right?
"it is good."
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Jiang Cheng's composure lasted only thirty seconds; his calm expression ended the moment he pushed open the door.
"Would you two like to try our challenge?" The clerk suddenly flashed a flyer that shimmered with an ominous light. "Eat your way through a ten-layer giant parfait and you'll receive a limited-edition Destiny Necklace—"
What kind of shop is this?!
Are you really not planning to kill anyone?
Jiang Cheng immediately wanted to flip the table and get up—but what appeared before him first was Kiana slamming her hand on the table.
"want!"
They could only turn to their only savior.
However, Mistelin simply picked up the silver knife and fork quietly, and pretended to conceal her actions by reaching under the table to materialize an exquisite bow tie. Without any intention of asking the boy any further questions, she gently reached out like a wife to put the tie around his neck to cover any potential dirt—completely ignoring the fact that his eyes were already twitching.
"I knew that two such beautiful young ladies must be revered Valkyries." The shop assistant looked at him with the same devout gaze as a pilgrim.
The other staff members who were immediately called over lifted the mountain of cream with just one hand and placed it steadily on the table. The table, which was made of some unknown material, even trembled slightly the moment it was placed down.
"Are you two elders of the Kaslana family?" The new shop assistant crossed himself. "If that's not enough, please feel free to ask for this amount. I have dozens more prepared."
"Wow!"
Kiana held the fork, her eyes shining.
"Are you a Valkyrie too?"
“Yes.” The new clerk nodded. “I’m here to help out. The manager of this store is a retired Valkyrie. She used to team up with members of the Kaslana family, so she knows the characteristics of the Kaslana family very well. I was able to recognize you because of what she told me.”
"Then they must have a very good relationship..." Jiang Cheng gritted his teeth and stared at the mountain of cream in front of him.
"This one... yes, I heard from the senior that they even made a pact to be a team for life."
The shop assistant, whose attention was being interfered with by the information, ignored the boy who seemed to have appeared out of thin air from her perspective and gave a crisp answer. She crossed her arms over her chest, a signature move of a Valkyrie—except for a very few power-type Valkyries who wore expressions of longing on their faces, and even had little stars twinkling in their eyes.
"I won't say much more. The shop is a bit busy, and there are still many customers. You guys eat quickly, and I'll get you more if you need more."
"Don't feel embarrassed. The world is so peaceful because our predecessors have dedicated their efforts."
"Will do."
"Don't worry," Kiana said, patting her chest.