Xingtie: My silly online friend is actually a raccoon!

Late at night, Lu Ze, who had just finished handing over the night watch to Silver Wolf, was nestled on the sofa, chatting with Xing on his phone.

The two hadn't chatted for several days. Xing happened to find some goods while rummaging through the trash at the Two Phases Paradise today, and she was so excited that she sent more than a dozen messages to show off.

Lu Ze was very supportive and kept agreeing with her, making her very happy.

The two were chatting happily when Black Tower came out of the study, holding a book he had just taken from the bookshelf, and went straight to sit down on the empty sofa next to him.

"Is the target now Silver Wolf?"

Black Tower lowered his head, half of his face hidden by the pages of the book, only his calm voice could be heard.

She noticed something was off about Silver Wolf in the car today.

After that, Silver Wolf avoided interacting with Lu Ze whenever possible. The most obvious example was when he reflexively pulled Qi Lin to team up with him during the night watch, without even glancing at Lu Ze.

Based on these actions, Black Tower has reason to suspect that Luze has begun a new round of his campaign.

If Silver Wolf treats reality like a game to be completed, then Black Tower has reason to suspect that Lu Ze treats reality like a dating simulation game.

"Cough cough, Black Tower, can't you say something nicer?" Lu Ze almost choked on his own saliva. What did he mean by "again"?

This person talks like a sea urchin, covered in thorns.

"Heh, not denying it is admitting it." Black Tower turned a page of his book, ignoring his attempt to change the subject.

"Am I, in your eyes, just a fickle, womanizing radish?"

Lu Ze considered himself to be quite innocent; he only ever had one standard for what he liked.

That's what makes it beautiful.

It's just that the standard of beauty manifests differently in different worlds and in different women.

"Not in my mind, but in her mind. What I share are her memories." The "she" that Black Tower is referring to is the Great Black Tower.

In the consciousness space, the Great Black Tower shared all its memories with the Black Tower in order to fight against the Iron Tomb.

Along with the memories of the Black Tower and Lu Ze's time together, they were also transmitted.

"If I really did that, falling in love with every girl I met, wouldn't I have dozens of confidantes after traveling through so many worlds?"

Lu Ze felt it was necessary to defend himself and improve his image in the eyes of the Black Tower.

"The truth is, I only have Fu Xuan so far." He said this with deep emotion, his tone as sincere as a love saint.

"cut."

Black Tower smiled dismissively, turned a page, and didn't press the matter further.

Lu Ze breathed a sigh of relief; finally, the chapter was over.

"Let's talk about the interesting things that happened when you traveled through time." Black Tower closed the book in his hand and placed it on the table.

She read books simply to study the subtle differences in the laws of physics between different worlds, such as the shifts in cosmological constants like the speed of light and the mass of elementary particles.

It's not simply about acquiring knowledge itself.

For her, Lu Ze's firsthand account was more valuable than any book.

"Most of my time-travel experiences have been quite ordinary," Lu Ze shook his head.

He didn't think his experiences were particularly exciting; most of the time he was just struggling to survive.

Occasionally, he might be lucky enough to be taken in by a kind person, and then return to Earth when the world rejects him.

This cycle repeats itself endlessly; it's less of an adventure and more of a wandering.

"Then tell me about your first time traveling through time. Tell me how disheveled you were back then."

Heita curled her legs up on the sofa, tilted her head to look at Lu Ze, and looked at him with a hint of expectation in her purple eyes.

"Got it, you just want to see my unlucky moments," Lu Ze thought to himself.

"first……"

Lu Ze tried hard to recall, but it had been a long time since then, so long that his memory of it had become somewhat hazy.

He remembers that he was only seven years old when he was suddenly abandoned in a desolate wilderness. He cried for a long time before a girl who happened to be passing by picked him up and took him home.

"I was only seven years old then, so I don't really remember much. I only remember being rescued by a girl named Grandma Obsidian, who took me home and cared for me for half a year."

"I cried for several days in a row, which really annoyed my grandma."

As Lu Ze spoke, he started laughing to himself.

Looking back on that time, I realize how lucky I was to have met my grandmother.

"At that time, I really thought I would never come back, so I followed my grandmother and learned a lot of basic common sense about that world, trying my best to adapt to the new environment."

He then briefly recounted his experiences on the continent of Teyvat to the Black Tower—the seven ruling powers of the mortal realm, the seven elemental forces, and the abyssal crisis facing Natta.

"Let me tell you, if I hadn't been teleported back then, I probably would have gone to visit the Holy Night of Fire Pilgrimage that year and seen Lord Fire in person."

Lu Ze became more and more enthusiastic as he spoke, completely losing the resistance he had shown at the beginning when he needed to recall the past.

Once those childhood adventures are brought up, they flow out like a flood, one story after another.

As he was speaking, he felt a weight on his shoulder.

Looking down, he saw that Black Tower had fallen asleep on his shoulder at some point.

His small body was curled up on the sofa, his cheek pressed against the fabric of his shoulder, his breathing even and gentle.

Lu Ze was stunned—was the story I told really that hypnotic?

Sure enough, when it comes to audiences, Xingbao is the most professional.

He gently laid Heita down on the sofa so she could rest her head on the armrest and sleep more comfortably, then walked over and sat down on the other sofa opposite him.

I picked up my phone again, reopened the chat with Xing, and decided to tell Xing the rest of the story.

At least Xing will listen attentively from beginning to end, instead of being treated as a bedtime story like some others have.