In this cyberpunk era, why are you still playing the traditional villain?

Perhaps because they were prepared, or perhaps because they were too tired to resist, they quickly gave up after a moment of silence.

"If you really want to... then come on over?"

Xia Ke'an then realized that she could no longer deceive herself, or perhaps she felt a sense of crisis from her niece—don't forget that Xia Wuyou had slapped her in the face at the hospital, and she was indignant at that time.

From this perspective, have I fallen far behind? Since there's an opportunity, why not go with the flow... Anyway, she feels alright. Although she's a bit exhausted, she's not so weak that she can't even withstand this much strain.

As for her aunt-niece relationship with Xia Wuyou? Who cares!

When that heartless bastard deliberately let me hear it, did he never think about what kind of relationship they had?

Hearing her say that, Xu Shi no longer restrained himself. He took the hand holding her foot and moved it upwards, then lowered his head and began to nibble on it.

He never considered himself a gentleman; he was more like a lustful lecher... Actually, sometimes he was quite glad, because once he didn't have this kind of burden, he would certainly be much freer in his actions...

Of course, copper smelting is not included in this category; copper smelting is better off dead. But Xia Ke'an is no longer copper. The meat is being offered to her, so how can she not eat it?

If she wants him to stop, she'll have to change back to normal right now!

Xu Shi thought to himself with great pride.

Then he learned what it meant to have a bad word.

Just as the two were lost in passion, the older woman beneath him suddenly narrowed her eyes and then, like a balloon, visibly shrank little by little.

When she finally realized what was happening, she had already transformed back into the little girl she used to be.

"you……"

Xu Shi stared blankly at her, and it took him a long time to manage to utter that syllable.

"I……"

Xia Ke'an was also stunned and didn't know how to answer.

"...So heavy, you're crushing me!"

She quickly started shouting, because no matter what, Xu Shi's weight was something she couldn't bear in her current state.

"Holy crap! What the hell is this?!"

Xu Shi climbed off her and muttered angrily.

"How should I know..."

Xia Ke'an was also quite annoyed. The truth is that many times, when people want to do something, they are holding their breath. Unless they actually achieve it, no matter how they release that breath, they will definitely not feel good.

"I guess it's because your body is still unstable?"

Xu Shi tried to understand it in a less scientific way: "Anyway, you can't control it, right?"

The white-haired mature woman—no, now she's a white-haired loli—nodded silently.

Isn't this the only explanation?

But no matter how she thought about it, she felt angry. Her hands were ice cold on such a hot day. Why was she being treated like this?

This resentment eventually turned into tears. She sniffled and then started crying loudly.

"Brother Xu Shi is bullying me!"

"Who bullied you?"

Xu Shi flicked her forehead in annoyance, and he had to admit that he seemed to be more used to the old lady's appearance.

If I don't tell you, isn't that bullying me? This is more outrageous than any challenge...

Xia Ke'an immediately stopped crying; it was obvious that she had been faking it.

"Alright, I'll ask Qingyan to take a look at you later?"

Despite flicking his forehead, Xu Shi still offered a comforting remark, "It can't always be like this."

That's the truth. It's not just about looking at it from this awkward angle. We need to figure it out no matter what, otherwise what if she keeps changing her size uncontrollably?

"……Oh."

The white-haired loli nodded with a pitiful expression.

"If you keep doing this, I might consider selling the washing machine."

"Ok?"

Xia Ke'an said she didn't understand.

"...Ha, it's nothing."

Xu Shi thought to himself, "My buddy's just making a joke; people in this world wouldn't understand it..."

"Then I'll head back now. You should get some rest."

So after chatting for a few more minutes, he got up to go back to sleep.

"Sweet dreams, old man... Sister Ke'an~"

"roll!"

Xia Ke'an was offended by these words and grabbed a cushion from the side and threw it at them.

Xu Shi laughed loudly and fled in panic.

He really wanted to laugh—it was certainly a pity not to get to eat, but he was perfectly aware of Xia Ke'an's thoughts.

The older woman was genuinely jealous of her niece; otherwise, she wouldn't have been so eager to please her. As the saying goes, being the object of jealousy by someone you love is a very happy thing.

Honestly, of course he likes Xia Ke'an, or rather, which girl around him doesn't he like? To put it nicely, you could call it universal love; to put it bluntly, he's a total scumbag...

But he wasn't ashamed; on the contrary, he was proud.

Thinking about it this way, even if it's just a period of ambiguity, it's not a bad thing. Anyway, there's still a long way to go, and it won't always turn out like this.

But there are some more important things to do right now—ultimately, the information he got from Xia Ke'an's prophecy is the most important thing, and he needs to make arrangements as soon as possible.

After all, upon closer reflection, he realized that he didn't have much time left. The little mice hiding in the shadows might come out at any time, and that time wouldn't be too far off.

Just like the view outside the window right now.

Xu Shi glanced sideways; the sky shrouded in "rust fog" was still lifeless, but he could faintly hear the rumble of thunder.

Storm is coming.

Changing size anywhere is truly awesome!

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 164. Because of me, you will remember that minute.

164.

Night City, Border.

"What's today's date?"

"It's the 16th."

"Payment is coming soon... have a cigarette."

"Call daddy."

"Claw."

Two members of the inspection bureau in charge of border security were smoking and chatting idly.

Anyway, their job isn't that busy; they just need to keep an eye on the "Forgotten Ones" to prevent them from causing trouble.

The truth is, no one caused any trouble at all—those people were all lifeless, and you could feel that even kicking them in the butt wouldn't make them fart; they didn't seem like people with any spirit.

Sigh, who cares? Isn't it better to just coast along and collect a salary? The censorship isn't their job; that's the city hall's job. It won't tire them out.

And I don't even have to see the bureau chief's deadpan face, it's incredibly satisfying...

Just as they were thinking this, before either of them could react, a bullet whistled through the air and struck one of them squarely, knocking the cigarette butt out of his mouth.

"Holy crap! Who is that... wait a minute!"

A spark flew into the man's eye, and he cried out in pain, but quickly realized the problem.

The buffer zone, which was just a moment ago empty, is now filled with billowing smoke and dust.

The roar of engines grew louder as they approached. Covering their eyes, they saw a large convoy marching towards them.

This was a sight they had never seen before—mainly because the people's attire was quite bizarre. The lead soldiers were all wearing revealing leather protective suits, and their entire faces were covered with iron masks carved with fangs. The people following behind were slightly better, but not much different.

If you didn't know, you'd think it was some kind of outlandish fashion show...

The vehicle they were in was equally terrifying—at first glance, it looked like it was pieced together from scrap metal, with long nails, spikes, and rust... but the horsepower it displayed was completely inconsistent with its appearance, and it felt like it was right in front of them in the blink of an eye.

"It's an enemy attack!"

After a moment of stunned silence, they finally realized, "The Forsaken are rebelling! Sound the alarm..."

Before the words were even finished, another bullet came flying in, but this time it didn't miss—the sharp cone, glowing with an eerie purple light, pierced through the two men with a shrill whistling sound as it tore through the air.

Within seconds, the two men convulsed and collapsed to the ground, their exposed skin gradually turning a gloomy bluish-purple, and their eyes bulging uncontrollably like those of dead fish.

High-concentration "rust fog" armor-piercing rounds!

"on!"

A burly figure flipped over and stood on the hood of the vehicle, roaring, "Blow up this city wall!"

It was Zhao Yuan, the leader of the "Forgotten Ones" outside the city.

"If you don't want to keep digging for ore from dawn till dusk every day, then give me a good beating!"

These words were like a shot of adrenaline, making the already high-spirited team even more excited.

"Indeed, why should they be able to live a comfortable life in the city while we have to do hard labor for them!"

"Hey hey hey, let's have a good fight!"

"Totally crazy!"

"The lives of the 'Forsaken' are lives too!"

"...Let's finish this quickly, Chief Zhao."