I will never give in to Miss Death

I felt my body still numb: "I don't even want to move now."

"whee."

The girl above me stretched out her hands and pinched my cheeks: "I didn't expect Nuoer to learn how to fight back just now."

“We must fight back.”

I puffed up my cheeks and said, "If I don't teach you a lesson, you'll be furious."

This is what I discovered in the chaos just now - since Xiaomo can treat me like that, wouldn't it be fine for me to "return the favor" in her own way?

After all, Yin Xiamo is also a girl, and her body structure and feelings are almost the same as mine.

Although... well, in the same way, I might "fall" earlier than Yin Xiamo, but at least I will let her know that I am not easy to mess with.

A kitten’s bite doesn’t hurt, but if I can’t even make the “hiss” or “ha” sounds that cats use to scare people, then wouldn’t I be just a pet that can be slaughtered at will?

Besides, I’m not a kitten, so my bite still hurts.

Although the situation just now was too chaotic and I don’t remember it clearly, but judging from Yin Xiamo’s reaction after “waking up”, my “resistance” did have a certain effect.

"Yeah, then Nuoer, you can do more 'counterattacks' like this in the future."

Facing my protest, Yin Xiamo didn't seem to care at all: "This means that our little Nuoer has become accustomed to and remembered the various feelings of a girl's body, and has learned to use this to fight back."

"It's not your family!"

I pushed the guy's big face against my forehead away and said, "I don't have any strength left now, stop it."

"Well, let's take a break then."

Yin Xiamo also plopped down next to me, then turned sideways and propped up her head with one hand: "There are no other obvious creatures on this island except for various large turtles, lizards, small squirrels and kittens. We can rest until night. It's okay to stay here overnight, right?"

"Who wants to spend the night here...?"

"Eh? Isn't it possible?"

The girl gestured at the surrounding seawater and said, "Bring some clothes. The bathing water comes from the sea. Salt water has a disinfecting function. You don't even need shower gel. If you don't like it, there is a small fountain in the center of the island. When we buy this island, we can name it Noer Island, because Noer's fountain is similar to the one on the island."

"What do you mean...my fountain..."

"It's decided. From now on, Noel will have a new nickname: Little Fountain!"

"This name is so strange..."

I felt my face getting hot: "Um, cough, cough, that...that...that Xiaomo."

"what happened?"

I turned around with my somewhat limp body and faced Yin Xiamo: "Why don't you tell me how you defeated the Demon King's army back then?"

Yin Xiamo avoided my gaze for the first time: "What's there to talk about?"

"You said it yourself. Anyway, there's not many people here. We've known each other for so long, but I still don't know much about your past."

I said in an encouraging tone: "You said that you came to this world as the god of death, and that you are the incarnation of God. So what is your relationship with God now?"

"I... I am a clone, but I am a special one. It's okay to treat me as the real person."

Yin Xiamo lowered her head: "There are many concepts of clones, like those death gods in black windbreakers you have seen before. Their only purpose of appearing is to take away souls. Those clones are as identical as the programs in a computer. As long as my original body does not interfere, they will not make unnecessary movements. As for me... I am different."

"I inherited everything from Xiaomo, including her memories, habits, and emotions, but I did not inherit her divinity and some special... well, things."

"Special?"

I was a little curious: "Is it convenient to tell me?"

"It's about divinity and some related things..."

Yin Xiamo blushed slightly when I asked her, "Gods basically have no emotions or desires. If a god has these things and has selfish desires, she cannot be called a god. As for me... I have left a lot of things in my divine body now, such as some cold emotions, or long memories, for example... for example, growing flowers. You see, after more than 6,000 years, a person would get tired of growing flowers even if he grows them for 100 years, not to mention more than 6,000 years. Even if I only grow flowers for 1,000 years, I would be familiar with the rules of flowers blooming and falling, and I would have regarded it as a mechanized thing, so I would no longer be interested in flowers."

"It's like playing a game. The content of the game is the same, but many people lose interest after playing it a hundred or a thousand times, because they know when and where the monsters will appear, and how many seconds it takes for them to do what and use what skills to pass the game perfectly. Or a person raises cats, raises one, and it dies. Then he raises another, and it dies more than ten years later. He raises hundreds of cats over and over again, and witnesses hundreds of lives and deaths. He knows exactly what all the cats in the world will do when they are young, what they will be like when they are adults, and when they will die when they are old. He repeats this hundreds of times, and then he loses interest in cats."

"What I gave to the divine body was this cold emotion, because I don't want a demon without emotions to accompany Nuo'er through this life."

"then you……"

I suddenly realized something: "When we first met, you turned me into this, did you use a 'miracle'?"

Yin Xiamo didn't answer, which was considered as her agreement.

"No wonder..."

I smiled and said, "Xiaomo, how come you claim to have lived for more than 6,000 years but still look like a little girl?"

"I'm here to accompany you."

Yin Xiamo was a little dissatisfied: "If I were omniscient and omnipotent and could do everything in a second, Nuo'er, you would definitely get tired of this world in less than ten years."

“Why ten years?”

"I just guessed..."

“I feel like it’s definitely more than ten years.”

I looked at the sea in the distance and said, "I still have a lot of things to experience. I definitely won't be able to experience them all in ten years."

When I was very young, I was impressed by the vastness of this world.

Kamihama City is just a very small city in this world. After leaving the city, there are wider areas waiting for you.

When I was in primary school, our class teacher asked us to fill out a questionnaire on "what we want to do when we grow up". I wrote many things on that blank paper - to be a writer, a painter, a scientist, a traveler...

Now my wish of "becoming a writer" has barely been fulfilled. I haven't started practicing painting yet, but since I have a god-level painter like Xiaomo by my side, I should not have trouble finding a master. As for scientists and travelers... If I really have no concept of death like Xiaomo said, then one day I can travel to every corner of the world.

Ten years is definitely not enough for this process.

The earth is so big that I can’t walk all the way around it in a hundred years, let alone ten years.

Moreover, even if I travel to every corner of the earth, humans will probably start interstellar travel in a few hundred years. The scientific research base in the Artisan District of Kamihama City and the collider were built to study cutting-edge physics. When that time really comes, I might have to travel to the moon and Mars with Xiaomo.

In general, I think even if I live to the same age as Xiaomo's "original body", more than 6,000 years old, I probably won't lose interest in everything.

Of course, this is just my guess. After all, it is too far-fetched for me, a human on Earth who has only lived for a few decades, to guess the thoughts of a person who is more than 6,000 years old.

"That would be best."

The girl in front of him looked relieved: "No matter where Nuoer goes in the future, I will accompany you."

As we were talking, a turtle as big as a rice cooker slowly crawled onto the lawn between Yin Xiamo and me. It glanced at me, then turned to the girl on the side and continued to slowly crawl forward.

"You haven't told me how you defeated the Demon King's army before?"

I reached out and touched the big turtle's head: "The hero was betrayed by many people at that time?"

"Because the power of the Demon King was so strong at that time, many people had no choice but to do so. If they disobeyed the Demon King, their wives, daughters, and parents would be in danger. People knew that the Demon King was evil, but no one dared to stand up and resist."

"Has it come to that?"

I was puzzled: "Even the most powerful races have to obey the Demon King? What about the elves? What about the dragons?"

"The elves' tree of life was destroyed, so they went into hiding, and the dragons declared neutrality."

Yin Xiamo also imitated me and touched the big turtle's head: "In fact, human society now is similar to that time. The difference is that people don't die in human society now."

"Have it?"

"If society is likened to a demon, yes."

The girl said seriously, "Young people buy houses, pay down payments, and take out loans. They have to pay mortgages every month. When they work in companies, their bosses ask them to work overtime until late at night and require 996 without overtime pay. They have to support their families, their elderly parents, wives, and children. They can't resist. If they resist, they will lose their jobs and their mortgages will be terminated. If they terminate their mortgages, their houses will be auctioned off, and there will be no one to take care of their parents, wives, and daughters. They can only choose to give in. Similar phenomena occur in many fields."

"Rather... the devil has always been there, in every corner of society."

Maybe the big turtle was unhappy about being touched on the head by Yin Xiamo and I continuously, so it quickened its pace and ran out from among us with a "clang clang clang".

"So when you said you killed the Demon King, did you mean the real Demon King from another world?"

I pressed on, "Xiaomo, what is your...inner demon?"

"I told you, this will be a secret forever."

Yin Xiamo came up slowly and kissed me lightly on the face: "You can also think of it as killing your inner demon and becoming Xiaomo who only loves Nuoer for the rest of your life."

"You're starting to say corny love words again."

"So unsophisticated? Then stop saying sweet words and express yourself with your actions."

The girl stood up and grabbed my hands: "I think a certain little fountain should rest enough."

"Do not."

I tried to protest: "Not yet."

"I said enough is enough."

The girl on the face leaned over and said, "Come on, let's transform into a magical girl again!"

"..."

……

No. 191 Three Thousand Years, Yue Erlan

Come to think of it, I don't think I've ever really had a fully focused experience in nature like this.

I guess the only similar experience was the spring outing during elementary school.

When I was in elementary school, our school held several spring outings. If I remember correctly, it should be the second or third grade. The team was led by our homeroom teacher who was also our dormitory leader and our Chinese teacher who was also our vice principal. Parents were informed one week in advance to prepare. Everyone prepared some rice or dumpling skins, dumpling fillings, or other foods, and gathered together to make a "big pot meal".

When the time came, fifty or sixty elementary school students lined up and followed their teacher to a small river a few kilometers away from the school, where they played in the water, caught fish, shrimps and crabs, or learned to swim with the help of good friends, and made fire, cooked and prepared vegetables under the guidance of the teacher.

A few years ago, the small river near the school was very clean. You could drink the water directly from the river into a bottle. It was so clear that you could see the rocks and crab holes in the river. But a year later, a factory was built upstream and many shops appeared nearby. Garbage was thrown into the river and the water was visibly polluted. However, we can still continue our spring outing there.

Unfortunately, when I was in the fourth grade of elementary school, I don’t know who in the neighborhood threw garbage into the river, including a lot of broken wine bottles. We, the elementary school students, still came to the river for spring outings every year as before, boiled water, cooked, and played in the river with friends. As a result, a fifth-grade student from the next class went into the water to play and was not careful, and his foot was cut by a broken wine bottle.

After returning home, the student's teacher reported the school to the Education Bureau far away in the city center. From that day on, our school cancelled all spring and autumn outings. This matter was soon known to several nearby schools, and soon all elementary, middle and high schools cancelled all activities that required long-distance travel and focused on "teaching and educating".

Until now, I still miss the time when I went to the suburbs far away from the city with my friends to play and cook together.

It’s a pity that the classmates who were in the same class with me at that time either had not been in touch for a long time and I no longer knew them, or they were children from the same orphanage and died before reaching adulthood due to illness. The spring and autumn outings we had once taken together have become history forever.

I really didn't expect that after so many years, I could still go away from the city and the hustle and bustle with other children and enjoy this precious silence.

Although... maybe it can't be considered silence.

Because on this island, the sound of waves and the singing of birds in the jungle are very clear.

Lying on the lawn by the sea, I can occasionally hear the "splashing" sound of waves hitting the shore not far away, as well as the "drip drip" and "coo coo" sounds of birds in the center of the island.

I don’t know why, maybe it’s the “elf” genes in my body that are controlling me, but when I hear such a voice, my heart becomes very calm, as if I were back in my mother’s arms.

"..."

"Ah...I can't do it anymore. I really can't do it anymore."

After "fighting" with Yin Xiamo for nearly an hour on the beach near the sand, we both fell on the soft grass with our heads tilted back, looking at the blue sky.

I am on the right and Yin Xiamo is on the left.

My left hand held Yin Xiamo's right hand, feeling each other's warmth and the softness of our palms.

"Xiao Mo."

"Ok?"

"Am I a very emotionally insensitive idiot to you?"

"Why do you say that?"

"Because I feel like I'm often very heartless and slow to react to many things, especially when it comes to relationships."

Feeling the lingering tingling sensation in my body, I gazed at the clouds slowly drifting towards the west in the sky: "I don't understand girls' minds, and I don't know when to be affectionate and when to be reserved..."

Although I am an author who has written novels of millions of words, and have given my books clear heroines and written many romances, when it comes to real-life love experience, I can say that I have zero.

As far as I can remember, when Yaedo was still around, those authors who were able to write excellent romances and create all kinds of love stories that would make people fascinated at the time had never been in a relationship.

For example, the Pipi Marisa and Gitu who I know are in the same cage, and Gitu and Long are fan fiction, which is the kind of fan fiction similar to "Kamen Rider" with a little bit of "brotherhood". Pipi's books are basically "without female protagonists", and even if there are female protagonists, they don't have too many roles. As for Marisa and Jiang Wei, they usually follow the plot flow, and the female protagonist rarely appears. They don't focus on describing the love process of the protagonist and the heroine and that sweet feeling.

No matter how priceless an antique is, it is true that the only pleasure it can bring you is the moment you get it in your hands.

It is precisely because many authors have never been in love that they can fantasize about countless ideal girlfriends in their minds. They are motivated to think about those sweet romances happening to themselves, and their writing is like a god, so the stories they write appear dreamy and touching.

If you ask someone who has actually been in love many times to write a love story, I guess many experienced authors' first reaction after picking up the keyboard will be - how am I supposed to write this? Girls nowadays are so materialistic. The last woman I dated cost me over 10,000 yuan to win over, and my ex-girlfriend didn't know how to do this or that after she moved in with us. She even needed my help with ordering takeout, and she would scold and yell at me all the time. How am I supposed to write this?