Unspeakable bubbles

Zhenming thought for a moment: "It should be a psychological problem. Tell me, how exactly did the Earl slaughter everyone that day?"

The man addressed her by her real name repeatedly as "Earl," which gave Joan goosebumps.

She rubbed the back of her hands together: "I said, isn't it better to call me Bubble? Why do you always call me Earl?"

"There's a difference between superiors and inferiors, don't you even understand that?" Zhenming looked incredulous.

"But there are no outsiders here."

“I genuinely respect Your Excellency the Earl, unlike you, who only puts on a show,” Zhenming said with a smile.

"Holy crap!"

Joan's eyes widened. How come she never realized this guy was this kind of person before!

"Tell me about what happened that day so I can analyze your current situation, Count."

"That day, Bubble and I arrived at the agreed-upon place, and the Charman family's influence was indeed considerable..."

As Jinming listened intently to Joan's story, she looked deep in thought.

"You're saying that the Earl overcame his fear of fire? In your martial arts terms, isn't that breaking free from the demons in his heart?"

Zhenming looked at Qiong: "Could it be related to this?"

"I only knew that breaking through demonic barriers would greatly increase one's power and elevate one's state of mind. I've never seen anyone's mental state worsen like Bubble's!"

"Hmm, is it possible that he relaxed because he finally got his revenge?"

"The person is relaxed... not like that."

"In short, the Count needs to be comforted right now."

Zhenming patted Qiong on the shoulder: "Go for it, dear sister."

"A confidante? That's too high a level, I..."

"dong dong dong"

"dong dong dong"

At this moment, a series of knocks on the door interrupted their conversation.

"coming!"

Joan ran over and opened the door, and she froze when she saw who it was.

"Miss Becky?"

She never expected this young lady to appear at this time.

“Is Bubble home? I’ve come to see her.” Becky forced a smile at Joan.

"Miss Becky, what brings you here today?"

The real name, like a gatekeeper, blocked Becky from entering: "Hehe, if it's not urgent, please leave."

"After all, the Yog family and the Chaman family can't just visit each other anymore."

"I, Bubble and I are friends!"

Becky glared at the woman in front of her: "Can't friends visit each other?"

"You believe that yourself?"

Zhenming stopped Qiong, who seemed about to say something, and sneered, "Little girl, I've seen plenty of people like you."

"Want revenge? To put it bluntly, you can't even hide the hatred in your eyes. Your awareness is simply not high enough."

"I'll count to three. If you don't leave obediently, I won't be polite."

"One"

“You, you dare!” Becky glared at him with her real name.

"two!"

A sinister smile appeared on Zhenming's face. The Chaman family was now just a name, and what did it matter if he crippled or killed a powerless little girl?

"Bubble, bubble, it's Becky!"

"Becky is here to see you!"

"three!"

"Becky?"

The sudden sound made Zhenming stop what she was doing; Bubble had appeared at the doorway without her noticing.

"Bubble..."

"Becky, come in and sit down," the little girl said weakly.

"Are you... alright?"

Becky looked at Bubble and noticed that the little girl looked haggard and sickly.

"Bubble is not well, Bubble seems to be sick."

“You’re sick…where do you feel unwell?” Becky quickly ran to the little girl’s side and helped Bubble up.

"I kept dreaming last night, first about my sister."

"She told Bubble that she was doing well in heaven and that Bubble should take good care of herself."

The little girl leaned against Becky: "Later, Bubble had another strange dream. Bubble dreamed of a cluster of sparkling bubbles."

"Gas, bubbles?"

“Yes, He told Bubble: Being born as a god is not a good thing, because from the moment you are born, the heights you can reach in the future are already predetermined.”

"Perfection without refinement is nothing but false perfection."

"From god to human, and then from human to god."

"From perfection to imperfection, imperfection, and then back to perfection."

"This is the path that #Eθ% should take."

"You have overcome your fear of fire and become even more perfect, doing things I could never do."

"My choice back then was not wrong."

"...Bubble, your dream is really strange."

Becky quietly gripped the gun handle, her eyes darting towards Bubble.

"Bubble felt that the glowing bubble was familiar. In the dream, Bubble suddenly had a strange feeling."

"A bubble is actually just a cluster of sparkling bubbles."

"So, Bubble asked Him."

"Actually, you are Bubble, right?"

"..."

"And then?" Becky asked absentmindedly.

"Then, He smiled happily."

“He said that from now on, He is just a bubble of the past, and the bubble is no longer Him.”

The little girl's voice suddenly dropped: "I don't know why, but after hearing these words, Bubble suddenly felt very sad."

"It must be because of those weird dreams you had, Bubble, that's why you're in such a bad mood," Becky said, narrowing her eyes.

"Yes, He said in the dream that because of this capricious docking, the bubbles will be consumed in large quantities."

"He will never appear again..."

"Bubble".

"Ok?"

"Let blood be paid for blood!"

With the gun pressed against Bubble's heart, Becky steeled herself and pulled the trigger.

"..."

"........."

"Hahaha, so what are you planning to do with that little toy to a super strong person?"

Zhenming burst into laughter; she laughed so hard that tears were streaming down her face.

But neither Qiong nor Bubble laughed.

"Becky, Bubble is very sad."

"Hmph, you, you still have the nerve to say that."

Becky frantically pushed Bubble away: "Father, Father, you've been so good to you, and I've been so good to you, but you... you've ruined the Charman family!"

"..."

"You just wait, we won't let you get away with this!"

After saying that, Becky ran out the door and fled.

Zhenming glanced at Bubble, and seeing that she had no further instructions, she shrugged and didn't chase after her.

"Bubble, are you alright?" Joan walked over to Bubble with concern.

"Bubble, I'm so tired."

"Bubble?"

"Sasha is gone."

"I've always been separated from my friends."

"Sparkling bubbles, bubbles of the past, vanished yesterday."

“Becky, she hates bubbles.”

"The school is gone again."