He has been reincarnated through countless worlds, adorned with billions of mythological terms!

Before Yunyi could figure these questions out, the girl made a move.

She took a step forward and pressed herself against him.

Barefoot, she stepped on his shoes; the fabric of her floral dress brushed against his knees; her long, black hair swept across his arms.

Her face was buried in his chest, her nose pressed against his collarbone, and her lips against the edge of his collar.

Then she spoke.

"like."

Yun Yi froze.

He considered many possibilities—whether this destiny was a test or a direct attempt to kill him—but why didn't he think of confessing his feelings right away?

However, just a moment later, he suddenly realized something.

The moment the other person came close, he knew that the other person was Destiny, but he did not make any move.

Normally, he would never allow an unknown destiny to get this close, after all, this is the main body, not an avatar.

But he didn't move.

It's like not believing deep down that the other person would harm you.

Damn it, I just got affected.

Thinking of this, Yun Yi's vigilance instantly increased.

"Hey hey hey—!"

A loud noise erupted from the direction of the film set entrance, interrupting Yun Yi's thoughts.

Production manager Lao Zhou was sprinting over at top speed, his face filled with fear and embarrassment.

Two stagehands followed behind, one carrying a walkie-talkie and the other a thermos, their expressions identical.

"Teacher Yun, I'm so sorry, so sorry, so sorry—"

Old Zhou ran up to her and reached out to pull the girl away.

The moment his fingers touched her shoulder, the girl's arms tightened suddenly, like two small but inescapable iron hoops, tightly binding Yun Yi's waist.

Old Zhou gave it a tug.

It didn't move.

I pulled again, my face turning red, but I still couldn't budge it.

The girl's face remained buried in Yun Yi's chest, her eyes half-open, her expression unchanged.

She simply tightened her arms around him, like a small animal that had found warmth and refused to let go.

"Teacher Yun, we really didn't bring this child here!"

Old Zhou gave up the struggle and began to explain, panting. Sweat streamed down his temples, leaving two white streaks in the dust and sun. "I found her outside the entrance this morning—she was standing by the roadside, barefoot. I don't know how long she had been standing there. She wouldn't say anything when I asked her anything, she just... just stood there."

"We figured we couldn't just leave him on the highway, so we brought him in."

"I was planning to report it to the police station after you finished filming, but who knew she... how could she..."

Old Zhou's lips twitched as he looked at the girl's hands tightly gripping Yun Yi's waist.

"Why did you come here by yourself?"

Yun Yi looked down at the girl in his arms.

His body remained stiff.

The "influence" of that brief moment—that inexplicable intuition deep within him that "she wouldn't hurt me"—sent a chill down his spine.

Moreover, this is a chosen one who can influence his judgment without him even realizing it.

What does this mean?

This means she was able to infiltrate his mind when he was completely unprepared.

This is a terrible thing.

Yun Yi took a deep breath, suppressing the inexplicable sense of security, and looked at the girl in his arms again with a calm and scrutinizing gaze.

Because we're closer, we can see it more clearly.

She had no cultivation, no spiritual energy fluctuations, and her body was so weak that a gust of wind could blow her over.

But he was inexplicably strong.

A thought flashed through Yun Yi's mind—what exactly is the "destiny" of this world?

But he didn't have time to investigate further.

Old Zhou was still standing to the side, his face covered in sweat and dust, looking very nervous.

"Teacher Yun, this child..."

"I'll handle it."

Yun Yi's voice was calm, revealing no emotion.

He reached out and grasped the girl's wrists, which were wrapped around his waist, and with a slight force, "removed" her from his body.

The girl's brow furrowed slightly the instant her arm was pulled away.

In those half-open eyes, the pupils were still so faint as to be invisible, but something seemed to flash between his brows—very quickly, so quickly that Yun Yi thought it was an illusion.

He placed the girl on the folding chair next to him, then took a step back to create some distance.

The girl sat in the chair, her head slightly tilted, her unfocused eyes still fixed on his direction.

Her arms were still in the same position as before, hanging in mid-air, as if waiting for something.

Yun Yi remained silent for a moment.

Then, he sank his consciousness into his sea of ​​consciousness, separated a wisp of divine power from the light pearl of Xi Sheng Yuan Tong, and condensed it into an avatar.

The clone emerged from the void, with the same face, height, and clothing as the original body, but lacked the divine radiance that commanded awe from all beings, resembling more of an ordinary fifteen-year-old boy.

The clone walked over and sat down next to the girl.

The girl turned her head, her half-open eyes "looking" at him, and something flashed between her brows again, this time more frequently than before.

Then she moved.

The exact same action as before—standing up, taking a step, pressing her whole body against the clone's shoes, her bare feet stepping on the clone's shoes, the fabric of her floral dress brushing against the clone's knees, her long black hair sweeping across the clone's arms, her face buried in the clone's chest.

Her arms wrapped around Yunyi's waist again, with the same force, as if she was afraid he would run away.

The clone looked down at the girl in his arms, expressionless, and gently placed a hand on the back of her head.

The movements were very natural, as if he were comforting a cat that had found its home.

The girl's brows relaxed.

In those half-open eyes, the pupils seemed to have deepened a little—still too faint to see, but "seemed" a little deeper.

Yun Yi's main body stood three steps away, watching his clone and the chosen one embrace, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

He didn't know what expression he should have.

absurd?

Weird?

A demon from beyond the heavens embraced the chosen one—and the chosen one not only did not resist, but also took the initiative to cling to him, as if he had found a long-lost relative.

If other reincarnators saw this, they would probably think the world had gone mad.

Yun Yi shook his head, banishing those chaotic thoughts from his mind, and turned to walk towards the film set.

Director Chen was already seated behind the monitor and naturally noticed the clone.

Yun Yi made no attempt to evade the topic.

It's not about directly revealing that you are a god—in this era, especially in China, almost everyone has a superpower, and the ability to create a clone doesn't attract much attention.

But most of my attention was actually on that girl. It wasn't that I noticed anything different about her, but simply that I was jealous: jealous that the girl was able to get so close to Teacher Yun.

This is something they've always dreamed of doing.

Envy, jealousy, and hatred were practically written all over his face.

"Bang bang".

Director Chen slammed his hand on the table a few times. "Ready?"

"Um."

"Let's begin."