Bengtie: My death fueled their madness.

"What's more exciting?"

Qi Zhimu was slightly taken aback, unable to figure out what the black tower was up to.

Hei Ta's lips curled up, and he turned around to whisper a few words in Qi Zhimu's ear, his face full of anticipation.

"..."

Qi Zhimu's face showed a hint of surprise, as if he hadn't expected the Black Tower's requirements to be so... focused on the authenticity of role reversal.

Simply put, Black Tower wants to temporarily revert his physical appearance to that of his teenage years, while keeping everything else unchanged.

"Is it okay~~"

"…good."

Qi Zhimu was helpless against the Black Tower.

Anyway, it's not a big problem, so let her be.

With consent, Black Tower's eyes lit up, and he eagerly formed two fingers into a key shape, piercing straight into Qi Zhimu's chest and twisting them, but without causing any injury.

The contact surface twisted violently, revealing a familiar power of time.

In a daze, Qi Zhimu heard the ticking of a clock.

The time was short-lived. When the clock chimes fell silent, my hazy vision cleared again, and I was facing a majestic mountain range.

The next second, his face was buried in the mountains.

"Well……"

"What a handsome young man! Luckily, he was already mine, so I didn't have to kidnap him."

Hei Ta hugged Qi Zhimu's head, as if opening the door to a new world.

I must admit, this kind of play is incredibly exciting...

When we get home, do we want to do something even more exciting...?

Such thoughts involuntarily floated through Black Tower's mind, and a swallowing sound suddenly came from her elegant and slender neck.

"Xiao Ta, let go..." Qi Zhimu said in a slightly immature voice.

"Now you should call me 'older sister'."

"...Sister, let go quickly, I can't breathe..."

In terms of age in this lifetime alone, Qi Zhimu is actually not as old as Hei Ta, so it's no big deal that he shouted it.

He could sense the amusement in Black Tower's words.

Hmm…we've gone a bit too far.

But then again—it's acceptable.

As for whether there was any curiosity or eagerness to try it out, that's not the case...

As the thought crossed his mind, Qi Zhimu's face finally left the mountains, and he involuntarily recalled a similar situation.

…Back then, Ruan Mei did the same thing when she was drunk.

Qi Zhimu could think of the Black Tower, which he had witnessed almost the entire first life of, and of course he also thought of it.

Almost instantly, Black Tower pouted unhappily.

"How old were you when you reverted me to?" Qi Zhimu looked down to observe his physique.

"See for yourself." Black Tower drew a mirror.

Seeing his childlike face in the mirror, Qi Zhimu was speechless.

"Why is it twelve years old...? Wasn't it supposed to be around sixteen?"

"When you were sixteen, you were already around 176 cm tall, which doesn't look like a teenager at all, so you were a few years older. It's okay, it's more convenient this way."

"What's so convenient about it?"

"This is convenient."

Hei Ta picked up Qi Zhimu and placed him in front of her, wrapping his arms around his waist, just like the magician Qi Zhimu had done back then.

pat-

Qi Zhimu's shoulders bore an undue weight and pressure, causing the two soft mounds to tilt to either side along his neck.

An enticing aroma wafted in from behind.

This wouldn't have been a problem in itself, but the issue is that at his age, he's going through a particular physiological period.

Before they could even react, the freedom that had been imprisoned was already desperately trying to break free from its predicament.

The faint noise was not ignored by Black Tower. He subconsciously looked at the lowest part of his arm and slowly opened his eyes.

…It turns out that Qi Zhimu is so talented at such a young age.

Uncontrollably, dangerous thoughts flashed through Black Tower's mind, but he quickly suppressed them.

To be fair, Qi Zhimu looked almost exactly the same as in his first life when he was a child, with the only differences being his temperament and voice.

Or perhaps, every lifetime is pretty much the same.

Only when one grows up and has different experiences will their facial features be subtly adjusted according to those experiences.

It's a pity Ruan Mei isn't here, otherwise...

When Black Tower realized that a certain scenario was impossible to achieve, he could only click his tongue in disapproval.

Forget about that guy for now, experiencing the role-swapping experience is more important.

"Take off! Xiao Mu, Sister Ta will take you away from this awful place."

Qi Zhimu: "..."

If the Black Tower were to get serious, this subspace would be nothing more than a decoration; breaking through it would be no more difficult than flipping one's hand.

Hei Ta carried Qi Zhimu and flew to the first mirror.

As soon as they got close, an unexpected voice immediately came from the mirror.

"Xiao Mu, you are in a dangerous situation right now. Come in quickly, and you will see your teacher. Your teacher will take you away safely."

Qi Zhimu & Heita: "...?"

Qi Zhimu was fine, showing no surprise.

Black Tower almost reacted instinctively and took action.

How come we can still hear Ruan Mei's words here?

Of course, she knew it was the guy who created this subspace who was behind it, but that didn't stop her from wanting to curse.

In less than two seconds, Black Tower figured out the reason.

This space likely possesses the ability to capture special frequencies, which are reflections of a person's inner self and subconscious, but these are rather complicated to explain.

To use the simplest analogy: mind reading in many ghost movies.

"I don't deny that Ruan Mei's voice is naturally gentle, but it's too gentle, to the point of making me laugh to death, which is not right."

boom--

Black Tower slapped the mirror from afar, shattering it, and flew speechlessly towards the second bronze mirror.

Unexpectedly, this time it wasn't Ruan Mei's voice.

"Master...where am I? I'm so scared...Waaah...Please, Master, take me away quickly..."

The two of them were speechless again.

Jingliu is an attachment-type yandere; she's not the pitiful type, nor would she be so weak and afraid as to cry out loud.

He raised his hand again and smashed the mirror, then went to the last bronze mirror on the stone platform.

"Brother Qi!! What's wrong?! No, no... no—"

A panicked sob echoed from the mirror, and a sense of despair seemed to spread realistically, making one's heart tighten.

Ok?

A big question mark popped up on Black Tower's head.

Whose voice is that? I don't think I can hear it.

"Mu... Xiao Mu, who is she?"

"Robin..." Qi Zhimu did not hide it.

"Why is she involved? What have you two been through to make it so unforgettable?"

Black Tower wasn't jealous; he was just curious.

Leaving aside the previous lives, because Qi Zhimu said that many of the first times in bed in this life belonged to her.

First kiss, first time, first time inside...

The robin we have now doesn't have the qualities to make her jealous.

……