I Became an Anonymous Boss

"My lord has the heart?" Yan Qixia smiled: "This is Duan Mujin's body, very weak..."

Shirataki stretched out his hand expressionlessly, reaching towards the sleeping ice beauty in the coffin.

Yan Qixia's eyes widened: "My lord, I'm already cold, you, don't, people can't, at least not..."

"Oh, I'm not a human, I'm a demon!" Bai Taki stretched out two fingers, and said cruel words with a blank face: "Believe it or not, I'll stick two green onions in your nostrils! And pull a cupping pot on your back? "

"No! My remains!!" Yan Qixia rushed forward, desperately protecting her last glory: "It's my wish to die beautifully, son, how could you treat me like this?"

"Then can you be more self-respecting!" Bai Taki patted the forehead of Yan Qixia who was lying down: "It's really... death is not easy for people to worry about!"

He slapped it.

"It's fun to say die, isn't it? I told you to take revenge, but I didn't ask you to take revenge like this. That's what you did? Are you stupid? Yan Yunyan, how many tricks do I need to kill her? You three-legged cat Do you have no kung fu points?"

Take two shots.

"I don't understand what you say about reincarnation! When a person dies, there is nothing left, don't you know!"

Take three shots.

"Now all you have left is your remnant soul lodged in someone else's body. I don't even know if it's you when I'm talking to you. Do you feel happy about this situation?"

Take four shots.

"You let yourself go, and even gave up your physical body, but this lump of hard body is thrown here, isn't it shocking? Just now Beiming Qingqiu almost shed tears, but you were just laughing beside you? What's wrong with you? Did it! Seeing our group of people mourning around you, do you feel refreshed? Play dead, keep playing dead! If you have the guts, don’t come back to life!”

Bai Taki vented to the freezer, but he didn't turn his head to Duan Mujin, because he didn't know what expression to use.

Just when his emotional accumulation reached the limit, a hug came from behind.

"I'm sorry, my lord..." Yan Qixia lowered her voice, "Qixia realized she was wrong."

A acknowledgment of a mistake, the whole room was silent.

Knowing a mistake does not mean repentance, because not everyone has the opportunity to repent.

"I got it wrong." Bai Taki looked at her in the ice coffin: "What's the point?"

"Of course it is meaningful. I am still here, which is the greatest meaning."

Yan Qixia leaned against her back, listening to her heartbeat, her tone slowed down, her voice was like a stringed song.

"And, I don't regret it either."

"My life is over, and my soul has been put into the body of the next life. This life only belongs to the young master."

"If she dies, let her die... It's just a body, I don't have to, just leave the soul, to accompany the people I want to accompany."

Yan Qixia spoke in a low voice, but there was a look of happiness in her eyes.

"If I'm still alive, maybe I won't be able to say it for the rest of my life."

"Because I'm dead, now I can embrace the young master with all of me."

"I gave up everything, leaving only this remnant soul, free to release my inner thoughts, without restraint, without hiding."

The girl whispered the longing engraved in her soul, even death could not take away the burning heat in her embrace, on the contrary, it burned more vigorously, brighter, and clearer, speaking like a poem, even death could not Divide you and me.

"Let the old Yan Qixia go, she will die, be buried, and be forgotten."

"Yan Qixia, who is left behind, will stay here, and will always be by your side."

"Don't be restricted by the world, don't be blocked by the common sense of the world, even..."

"Time and space cannot exclude me."

"Isn't that a beautiful thing?"

"In life there is death, and in death there is new birth."

"So, today is a good day for dying."

Yan Qixia held Bai Taki's palm with a firm yet gentle expression.

"Young master, I'm right here and I'm not going anywhere."

Bai Taki slowly held this hand, his mind gradually calmed down in the words.

When he turned his head again, Duan Mujin in his eyes was no longer an ice sculpture beauty, but a different kind of silhouette, softer and more poetic.

He can tell the difference and recognize it.

"You are... Yan Qixia." He whispered, "It's the real her."

"Well, I'm Yan Qixia." She smiled: "Yan Qixia only belongs to the young master."

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ps: For some reason, the atmosphere became pure love all of a sudden, tui... This is obviously a script for Baixue.

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Stepping through the boundary gate, there is a moment of light and shadow.

Shirataki returned to the living room.

"This is where I live."

"Hmm..." Yan Qixia looked around: "It really isn't big, the area is less than one-fiftieth of Yanyun Mansion."

"Don't think that everyone is a big dog like you, it's better if the house is smaller." Bai Taki clasped his hands: "Have you never heard of the four-and-a-half fold of happiness?"

"I've never heard of it." Yan Qixia asked curiously, "What do you mean?"

"It means..." Duan Mujin said, as if asking himself and answering: "The smaller the house, the closer people are, the more united the family is. Poverty makes people unite. This sentence is true in Yingzhou. Very applicable."

"But it's inappropriate to put it in the modern Chongguo. With only a room of more than twenty square meters, which girl would be willing to marry you?" Bai Taki walked to the balcony, opened the window, and a gust of wind blew in.

"I don't know about others, but if it's a son, I think there are definitely many girls like this." Yan Qixia smiled: "Finally I have the opportunity to experience the modern life, which is much better than my hometown."

"Happy here, don't miss home?" Bai Taki laughed: "But you are taken care of over there? It's Taohong who takes care of the trivial things at home."

"Yes, it's a pity that we can't bring her along." Yan Qixia said regretfully.

"Can we really bring her here?" Duan Mujin was skeptical: "Perhaps the rules of crossing the boundary gate are not as simple as we thought..."

She looked into her hand, she originally returned with some things as an experiment.

All the items were successfully brought back, but the bugs in the bottle and so on were not brought back.

"I have also considered these issues in the past." Shirataki paced with his elbows in his arms, "According to normal circumstances, we modern humans have many viruses, just like the white people did not rely on guns to exterminate Indians but bacteria Similarly, the migration of human species to another ecological environment will inevitably bring large-scale diseases, and modern people are simply poison sacs for walking. However, no matter how many times I travel, it seems that there is no such effect. In fact, neither do you ..."

"Bacteria inactivation?" Duan Mujin speculated.

"Or, except for some specific life forms, they cannot shuttle and will be blocked."

"But no matter what, this is good news. If we can really communicate with each other without distinction, it will cause chaos." Duan Mujin put aside this part of his thoughts for the time being: "It is better to block from the rules than to leave the possibility of exploiting loopholes."

"That's right." Shirataki stretched his waist: "Let's change your clothes first, it's not convenient to move around in this outfit... I don't have any plans to go there for the time being, just enjoy a peaceful life for a while, and your side is too. It takes some time to get used to it.”

Duan Mujin nodded slightly. After all, there was an extra person in her body, so it was natural to be uncomfortable.

Yan Qixia clapped her hands and interrupted: "Is there any Coke? I want to drink Coke!"

With a serious expression on her face, Duan Mujin refused: "What kind of cola to drink? Just drink some plain water. I'm really hungry. Make some sugar-free milk powder for calcium supplementation."

"I'm still drinking milk at such an old age..."

"My physical condition can't be tossed around. It is very important to ensure the basic work and rest habits and life rules." Duan Mujin said lightly: "This is my body, which needs maintenance. I have to make three rules with you."

Here Duan Mujin and Yan Qixia are talking about single-person double-mouth comic dialogue.

There was a sound from the door of the apartment over there, the key was turned, and the door was pushed open.

A lively figure walked in, and threw himself at Shirataki without saying a word, hugging his neck and sticking to him.

"Senior, long time no see, I miss you." Rei Hanyu took the initiative to hug the young man warmly and generously, the lively charm of a young girl was hidden in her skirt and long hair, and there was a fragrant smell.

"It's just been a few days since we saw each other..." Shirataki stood still, even after being hit by a dribble, he still remained motionless.

"It's a few days for me, but not for the senior." Rei Hanyu hugged and rubbed: "And even if it's only for a few days, I'm still very lonely, I don't want to be separated from the senior, it's sad if I don't see you for a day. "

She took the initiative to stick to it, like a cat who hasn't seen her master for a few days.

Shirataki stroked her hair lightly, and it was really hard to refuse such intimate contact.

The distribution of such benefits is just right, and the Heavenly Demon, who has experienced many battles, said that there is... no way to refuse.

People always let go of their persistence unknowingly, and gradually get used to it. Shirataki, who used to shy away from women in the past, has now naturally accepted a hug once a day, just like every teenager who watches love and action dramas will eventually become skilled spellcaster,

Old couple is not suitable to describe, but it does not seem to be a couple in the period of passionate love. They don't have the kind of strong initiative that wants to stick together every day, but if they don't see each other, they will feel very disappointed.

How should I put it... This kind of interpersonal relationship is like a part of life, and it will feel particularly awkward without it.

It's impossible to hate, as for whether you like it or not...ask yourself, which man would not like this kind of beautiful girl who actively and enthusiastically dribbles the ball?

After hugging for half a minute and satisfied, Rei Hanyu let go of his hand.

She looked back and smiled: "Sister, long time no see."

Duan Mujin was about to say hello, but saw Rei Hanyu approaching.

The shrine maiden bent down, lowered her head, and golden halos lit up in the depths of her pupils, and the dark outlines of her pupils were the color of light that flowed.

"Did it get mixed into a magazine?"

"No, it doesn't seem like it."

"It is clearly homogeneous, but it appears to be distinct, like an hourglass that has been flattened..."

She looked at Duan Mujin, or rather, looked at the soul inside her, looked left and right, then smiled, and her tone changed a bit.

The witch whispered: "Who are you?"

"Probably, the same as you?" Yan Qixia replied.

"...No, there is still a lot of difference." The witch straightened up: "I and Rei Hanyu are the same person, but you are different, at least with different personalities, and the color of the soul is also different, but it is indeed the same source, It's incredible."

She looked sideways at Bai Taki, and the demon spread his hands to express his helplessness: "I don't understand this either."

"Well...forget it, anyway, it's harmless. If it's harmful, at worst I'll go to hell and kick her out." The witch said casually: "Anyway, we haven't mixed together yet, so it's not that troublesome."

"Oh, are you giving me a bad shot?" Others might be frightened, but Yan Qixia doesn't like this.

"How could it be?" The witch raised her hand and made a gesture like that of a young lady in comics: "I am a god, so I won't care about anything with the remnant soul."