Mini World Game Console-Chapter 631 - 632: Those Favored Have No Fear

Before seeing Qiao Muyi, Ren Suo had already imagined several outcomes for himself.

The worst would be a direct downfall. Qiao Muyi, upon seeing his face and driven by old grudges and fresh hate, would actively seek him out, using blood, a refrigerator, and formalin to mourn their love... Of course, this possibility was very low; otherwise, Ren Suo would not have dared to seek her out, although he had just been scared half to death.

A slightly less miserable outcome would be him being beaten half to death by Qiao Muyi and then thrown out, never to associate with each other again. Or perhaps being beaten half to death by Qiao Muyi, then confined, and forever cut off from the outside world.

A more common outcome would be simply being rejected at the door, forever isolated by Qiao Muyi's coldness and estrangement.

As for a better outcome... Well, Ren Suo had never considered any good ending for himself.

Because in his heart, Qiao Muyi was a very self-centered person.

Although she held a position in the Tactical Bureau, she didn't embody much of the Tactical Bureau's spirit—"Withdraw to protect local peace, advance to ensure eternal tranquility." The Cultivators of the Tactical Bureau were either partners of justice with a sense of mission or Cultivators Seeking the Path with a desire to become stronger. Most people had both a sense of mission and desire, though, of course, they were also chronically lazy.

But Qiao Muyi possessed neither. Though her resume was dazzling, with countless merits, being annually the top in slaying monsters and demons, and also the top Combat Cultivator of the Tactical Bureau… Ren Suo could feel that everything Qiao Muyi did was just to make her life a bit more comfortable, safer, and calmer, not because of some elusive sense of mission or Seeking the Path.

As the Deputy Director of the Tactical Bureau, she had Freedom to come and go, ample time, and access to more cultivation resources. Becoming a third transformation expert also didn't cost her much effort; her cultivation wasn't diligent, it was just that her talent was exceptional and her awakened Spells powerful.

She was different from Yu Kuangtu, who had both the desire for Seeking the Path and a sense of mission, grasping both love and cultivation firmly. If he faced a situation that required his sacrifice, Ren Suo thought that Yu Kuangtu would at most leave a will and then rush forward.

Qiao Muyi, however, proactively adapted to her environment, creating conditions very suitable for her life, and then she would become lazy and enjoy life.

She would not compromise herself for the sake of duty or responsibility; nothing in the world was more important than her own desires.

If previously Qiao Muyi only showed such tendencies, now as a third transformation expert, it could be said that even if she broke with the Tactical Bureau, it would not be a problem. As long as she didn't cross the national bottom line, no matter where she went, she could live quite comfortably; she was naturally even less willing to be aggrieved now.

People's hearts change. Most people become more cunning, yet Qiao Muyi became increasingly angular.

However, most Cultivators are like this; after all, they are an emerging class with their own means of production.

Of course, such a Qiao Muyi was exactly the talent the Tactical Bureau needed. The Tactical Bureau valued deeds over intentions; as long as you sincerely served the country, then you were a progressive Cultivator of the new era, a model of excellence.

This Qiao Muyi, when dealing with private matters, would absolutely make everything follow her own wishes without compromising, placing her own mood and feelings as the highest priority.

Ren Suo had not misjudged Qiao Muyi.

However, Qiao Muyi's intentions and mood did not depend on herself.

They depended on him.

Ren Suo stiffly extended both hands, carefully encircling Qiao Muyi's slender waist and holding her close in his arms.

Qiao Muyi was not nervous at all. Instead, she wrapped her arms around Ren Suo's neck, her beautiful and graceful body pressed against him, and gently parted her lips to softly say, "I am very angry."

"Either you promise me never to risk yourself again."

"Or..."

Qiao Muyi's eyes shimmered with affection, her cherry lips gleaming enticingly under the light. Ren Suo did not hesitate, gently kissing her.

It was not as thrilling as he imagined, but there was a natural, fitting connection.

In The Dark Side of the Moon, Luna had Ren Suo perform the Moon Ceremony with a kiss. The first two times felt average; only on subsequent encounters did it begin to feel right. There are many types of kisses: a lick as if licking a lollipop, a suck that envelops the lips, or a deep French kiss... and the choice of method requires slow exploration by both parties, as lips are soft and sensitive, and being too forceful might accidentally hit teeth.

But Ren Suo discovered that he and Qiao Muyi skipped the probing phase and went straight to a sweet main course; he was as proficient as if he had already tasted Qiao Muyi's cherry lips many times before.

For a long while, their lips parted.

Qiao Muyi, with her arms around Ren Suo's neck, slightly tilted her head and stared at him. Ren Suo could feel her somewhat heavy breathing.

She was also a bit nervous.

"Not bad, half of my anger has subsided; now only half remains." Qiao Muyi's fingers gently caressed the back of Ren Suo's neck. She spoke slowly, "You know what to do now, right?"

Ren Suo nodded, pulling her into a deep kiss. This time it lasted a bit longer. Ren Suo felt the already soft person in his arms now limp like a boneless beauty snake, her breathing growing heavier, and her body seeming hotter.

This time, Qiao Muyi was the one who pushed Ren Suo away. Her face flushed with Embarrassed Anger, she glared at him, lightly licked the moisture from the edge of her lips with her small tongue, swallowed the saliva in her mouth with a gulp, raised her eyebrows, and said authoritatively, "It's not that easy; the same action won't soothe my anger."

Ren Suo was slightly taken aback, first glancing at the sofa, then at the bedroom beyond.

Seeing Ren Suo's eyes darting around, Qiao Muyi immediately knew he was thinking about taking further advantage of her. She promptly stretched out her hand to pinch Ren Suo's face, both shy and angry, and said, "What are you thinking? I want you to swear, to promise me not to take risks for others anymore!"

"What makes me most angry is this about you. If you were confident, then it would be fine, but you dare to go without any certainty. You were fine the first time, fine the second time, but what about the third?!"

Ren Suo smiled awkwardly. "This is only the first time."

It was already the second time.

Qiao Muyi instinctively glanced at the glass coffee table and then quickly averted her gaze, saying, "I'm telling you, Ren Suo, I hate people like you the most. If you don't properly change that Sand Sculpture brain circuit of yours, don't blame me for using special methods from the Tactical Bureau to twist you... Don't think about silencing me!"

Qiao Muyi quickly covered Ren Suo's mouth with her hand, saying bitterly, "What? You think because Young Master Mu likes this darn Xiao Suo so much, if you please me a little, I will forgive you completely? It's not that easy!"

"I don't have a way to make people unselfish, but the Tactical Bureau has many ways to make people realize the preciousness of their own lives. In a while, I'll show you dark stories, photos, and videos of human nature, making you lose Hope in humanity..."

Qiao Muyi's voice grew softer. She let Ren Suo gently stroke her head while holding her in his arms. She buried her face in Ren Suo's chest, hugging him tightly, and said helplessly, "Those who are favored are fearless... I really have no way to deal with you, my sweet tormentor."

Soft jade in his arms, sweet words in his ear, Ren Suo's heart filled with emotion and affection. He softly said, "Is this why you were angry?"

"What else?"

Qiao Muyi tightened her hug around Ren Suo slightly, saying softly, "You have no idea how important you are to me... I don't care whether others live or die, but you must stay alive for me."

I thought... Ren Suo blurted out before realizing something and shutting his mouth.

"You thought I was angry with you because on The Dark Side of the Moon, two girls fell for you?" Qiao Muyi said vexedly. "Who do you think I, Young Master Mu, am? What good would my anger do? It's not like I can have you neutered like Xiao Suo the cat to eliminate all your risky tendencies, can I?"

Ren Suo breathed a long sigh of relief, glanced at the orange cat sneaking peeks from the corner, and thought how life truly varied even for those with the same name.

Then Qiao Muyi continued, "Even if I am angry, it is with those two girls. If I were really angry, do you think it would be difficult for me to ensure they never appear before you again?"

Ren Suo first felt a pang in his heart. Then he relaxed and shook his head. "No, you wouldn't do that."

"What makes you think I wouldn't?" Qiao Muyi humphed. "You were so scared just now, standing at my door for minutes without daring to ring the bell. I'm so formidable, capable of anything."

Ren Suo chuckled. "My fear isn't because you are formidable. It's because I'm nervous... But I know you wouldn't do that."

This feeling was inexplicable, but holding Qiao Muyi, Ren Suo felt as though he could sense her emotions through their Bond, knowing when she was serious and when she was joking.

"Yes, I wouldn't do that." Qiao Muyi had no interest in leaving a thorn in Ren Suo's heart, saying openly, "I won't achieve my goals in ways that make you unhappy."

"Seeing you unhappy is more painful for me than being unhappy myself."

Ren Suo was nearly melting.

"So, I will achieve my goal in a way that you can accept."

Ren Suo blinked, immediately remembering that the seemingly fragile girl in his arms, who appeared as if she could be easily bullied by him, was the officially recognized third transformation 'Catastrophe Witch,' Deputy Director of the Tactical Bureau, with a promising future, capable of means beyond anything Ren Suo could even imagine.

But Ren Suo had long anticipated Qiao Muyi's assertiveness and wasn't much surprised. He lowered his head and gently kissed her forehead.

Qiao Muyi thoroughly enjoyed Ren Suo's affection, humming like a Little Fox and suddenly wrapping her arms around his neck before lifting her head to ask, "By the way, who told you that I liked you?"

"..." Ren Suo looked at Qiao Muyi, Bewildered. "I... I guessed."

"You guessed wrong," Qiao Muyi suddenly said coldly.

Ren Suo looked at her suspiciously, not knowing what game she was playing.

The two of them were practically moments away from heading to the Civil Affairs Bureau and then legally consummating their marriage. Qiao Muyi was almost sitting in his lap, and although Ren Suo's hands were well-behaved and did not wander, they still touched Qiao Muyi's pert, elastic rear. If Qiao Muyi didn't like him, Ren Suo would have been long dead—dismembered into six pieces: head, torso, and four limbs.

Ren Suo silently switched to Desire Resonance and tentatively asked, "Then what do you want me to do?"

"I don't like you, but you are obviously sexually harassing me right now. If you can't give me a reasonable explanation, I will lock you in the Tactical Bureau's solitary confinement under my authority as Deputy Director," Qiao Muyi said earnestly.

Qiao Muyi's expectation resonated: Confess to me.

Wait, what?

Do we really need this step?

I thought my actions just now had already made my feelings clear!

Although it was a bit strange why Qiao Muyi suddenly insisted on this formality, Ren Suo quickly thought that, after all, Qiao Muyi was still a girl who harbored romantic fantasies about love, and needing a sense of ceremony was quite normal.

So, do I like Qiao Muyi?

Without much thought, Ren Suo found his answer.

Ren Suo feared Qiao Muyi because he was afraid of her distancing herself from him.

Qiao Muyi got angry with Ren Suo because she cared about his life and death.

Moved? Grateful?

It was more than that; Ren Suo clearly felt his own feelings.

Kissing made him wish to be young forever; hugging made him desire to age in an instant.

"I like you," Ren Suo said seriously, looking into Qiao Muyi's clear eyes.

Qiao Muyi seemed very pleased, her lips slightly curved, her eyes revealing a hint of allure, and she said, "Say it in English."

"I. Love. You."

"Now in Japanese."

"...Auntie washing the railway?"

"Say it like you're talking in your sleep, half-asleep, half-awake."

"...SNORE, SNORE. I like you, Young Master Mu..."

"Say it as loudly as you would to the sea."

"...I—LIKE—YOU—SO—MUCH—"

"Say it with the voice of a little boy."

"Erm... Pretty lady, I really like you. Will you be my wife?"

"Say it with the robotic sound of one word at a time."

"...I. Will. Always. Be. With. You. I. Like. You."

Ren Suo had completely thrown caution to the winds by then; since no one else was around, he might as well play along.

Qiao Muyi nodded in satisfaction. "Say it in the way of a cat."

Oh, I can do that. Ren Suo said earnestly, "MEOW, MEOW."

The orange cat playing with a ball nearby turned its head to look at Ren Suo, its plump face showing a hint of disdain.

After a few seconds, Qiao Muyi, seeing no other action from Ren Suo, asked, "Isn't there more?"

"Yes, that's how cats say it. MEOW, MEOW." Ren Suo nodded seriously, while the orange cat, irritated, tossed its ball away and waddled into its litter box.

Qiao Muyi asked, "Don't cats lick each other after confessing?"

Do they?

Ren Suo turned his head to look at the orange cat using the toilet, who buried its litter coldly and responded with its large, neutered rear.

But Ren Suo quickly caught on and tightly embraced Qiao Muyi, starting to get affectionate again.

After a while of tenderness, Qiao Muyi buried her head in Ren Suo's chest and whispered, "This time you confessed to me proactively. You liked me first, and then I liked you. Remember that, okay?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Although Ren Suo knew it was Qiao Muyi who had liked him first, he didn't mind at all that officially it appeared he initiated it.

Even if he was teased about it, it would only be her teasing him in front of their future children, which Ren Suo was very calm about.

"However," Qiao Muyi said in a soft, contemplative tone, "although it wasn't me who liked you first, your words weren't wrong..."

"Which words?" Ren Suo asked.

"The ones where you said I, Cheng Ling, and Moonword all like you. Hmm, and also someone we don't know named Luna? You saved her, and now she's no longer the Moon God?"

Ren Suo's heart skipped a beat, a bad feeling rising in his chest.

Then Ren Suo saw Qiao Muyi pressing her ear against his left chest, listening to his heartbeat, and asking with a slightly mischievous tone:

"And you, then?"