Super God: Diary System, but without a brain.

He glanced at her sideways.

He Xi responded with a very faint smile, a smile that contained no anger, or even much emotion.

But Su Bai could still sense the extreme coldness and extreme anger in the other person's eyes.

next second.

A flaming sword materialized in her palm out of thin air.

Raise your hand.

He swung his sword.

boom--!!!

The gate was sliced ​​across the center by an extremely sharp sword aura, leaving a smooth, mirror-like crack.

Half a second later, the heavy door collapsed with a crash, hitting the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust and rubble.

"Oh my god!!"

"What happened!? What the hell is happening——!"

The screams of the women rose and fell, and those women who had just been sweet-talking and flattering her scattered like frightened birds, their veils disheveled.

Sumali suddenly sat up from the recliner.

He narrowed his eyes, his face displaying the standard arrogance and impatience of an "ancient god-slayer."

who!

Who dares to run wild on Sumali's territory?

Are you tired of living?

However, when he clearly saw the silver-white figure standing amidst the ruins of the door—

He froze completely.

"He...He Xi!?"

The call was first met with astonishment, then an uncontrollable surge of ecstasy exploded in his eyes.

is her.

She came to find him!

After so many years of loneliness, she finally couldn't stand the solitude anymore and realized who was the person in the universe who understood her and loved her the most!

but--

The ecstasy hadn't even reached his eyes before it suddenly cooled.

Because he saw clearly that there was another person standing next to He Xi.

A man.

Sumali's face darkened visibly.

His gaze passed over He Xi and fixed intently on Su Bai.

There was no scrutiny or curiosity in his eyes, only naked, almost overflowing resentment and jealousy.

Who is he?

How dare he?

How dare he stand beside his He Xi?!

He would not allow anyone, except for King Hua Ye, to defile the perfect idol in his heart in any way.

Sumali slowly stood up from the recliner.

He was shirtless, wearing only loose-fitting beach shorts, and the perfume that had just surrounded him was now completely washed away by the tense atmosphere.

Those women had already scattered like birds and beasts before he even got up.

Sumari, however, had no time to pay attention to them.

He looked at He Xi, forcing a "proper" smile, his tone feigning surprise, yet deliberately gentle:

"Hehe... He Xi, I didn't expect it to be you."

As he spoke, he took a step forward.

"Did you miss me? Actually... everything just now was just an act."

He spread his hands, trying to make his composed demeanor appear more genuine.

"You know, staying here for a long time will eventually... lead to loneliness."

He paused, his gaze lingering deep into He Xi's eyes, his tone softening, even carrying a hint of grievance at the end:

"But don't worry, I have no feelings for them. From beginning to end, I only have feelings for you..."

He took another step forward.

"...It's true."

Su Mali took a step forward and slowly approached He Xi, still explaining the ins and outs of the group of women from earlier:

"It's not my fault, you haven't come to see me in all these years... Besides, the girl next to you is your new 'little white rabbit'..."

The word "face" was still stuck in my throat, not yet uttered.

His body, before his consciousness could react, issued a frantic, death-like alarm.

Sumali's pupils contracted sharply. Without thinking, she instinctively and frantically manipulated the dark dimension, transferring her armor to her body at an unprecedented speed.

Sizzle—!!!

The flaming sword, carrying an intense, all-consuming light, pierced straight towards his heart.

The moment the sword tip made contact with the armor, a piercing metallic scraping sound and a burning smell erupted.

Sumali retreated in a disheveled manner, taking several steps back before barely managing to create distance between herself and that death-like figure.

He glanced down at the gruesome scratch on his breastplate—if it had been half an inch deeper, he would have been a dead man by now.

He looked up, his face so pale it was almost dripping with tears.

"He Xi... what do you mean by this?"

His voice was very low, as if he was forcibly suppressing some emotion that was about to burst forth.

Just because I wanted to curse that pretty boy—

Is she going to kill herself?

With a flaming sword, aim for the heart, without hesitation or mercy.

Sumari had never felt so close to death.

He Xi simply watched him retreat in a disheveled manner, a faint, ambiguous smile appearing on her lips.

"……pity."

The sound was as soft as a sigh, yet it sent a chill down Sumali's spine.

She looked up and met his gloomy gaze. Her smile remained, but it gradually lost its last trace of warmth.

"Tell me about it," He Xi said gently, as if chatting casually.

"Just stand there obediently, let me pierce your heart with my sword, and die a comfortable death...wouldn't that be better?"

Sumali's Adam's apple bobbed, unable to speak.

He Xi's smile faded.

That stunningly beautiful face was now as cold as 30,000 years-old ice.

"Why are you wasting my time?"

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During Su Bai and He Xi's trip to Europe, Su Bai's villa welcomed two special guests.

In a corner of the living room, Angel Yan was having a quiet conversation with her mother, Yu Tong, who had just been resurrected and whom she had been reunited with after a long separation.

The mother and daughter were separated by hundreds of years, and every word they spoke was spoken as if afraid of shattering this hard-won reunion.

But Yan's gaze immediately caught sight of the two figures stepping into the courtyard.

She looked up and glanced at the two faces filled with tension and anxiety.

Lena. Rose.

Yan's lips slowly curved into a meaningful arc.

She exchanged a very subtle glance with her mother. Yutong nodded slightly, a knowing smile on her face, and looked away without asking any further questions.

Yan turned around and calmly went to meet him.

"Yo—"

Her voice was drawn out, with a rising tone at the end, carrying a hint of mischievous lightness.

"Isn't that our blazing sun god 'Light of the Sun,' and that spacetime gene?"

She crossed her arms languidly, but her gaze, like a precise scalpel, swept back and forth across the two faces.

"Have you... thought this through?"

Yan tilted her head slightly, the curve of her lips deepening.

"...They've come to our doorstep?"

Sensing the undisguised teasing in Angel Yan's words, Rose's face visibly stiffened for a moment.

This was the first time she had ever done something like this, something that was "delivered to her door" like this, since she was a child.

Lena, standing to the side, wasn't in much better shape.

Her face flushed slightly, but she stubbornly held her neck, putting on an air of "I haven't done anything wrong":

"We...we're here to discuss something with Su Bai, is that not allowed?"

Her voice rose a few decibels, as if she were trying to persuade Yan, but more like she was trying to persuade herself.

Angel Yan did not speak.

I just looked at her.

A faint smile played at the corners of his lips, his eyes conveying a "guess if I believe you" attitude.

The atmosphere became awkward for a moment.

Fortunately—no, it should be said that it's a pity—

Qi Lin and the others were currently being shown the Angel Warship, which had just landed, by Ai Lan, and none of them were in the living room.

Otherwise, there's no way we would miss such a once-in-a-century spectacle.