I will never give in to Miss Death

Carrying me on his back, Philo jumped onto the windowsill again: "Okay, now that Noer has a tattoo, she is also a bad boy. The girl who tamed the evil black dragon, let's go!"

"Eh eh eh?"

I felt my brain go haywire: “Wait, my computer isn’t on yet… Ouch!”

Accompanied by a strong sense of weightlessness, Philo took me and jumped down from the tallest building in this old community, and then the dragon wings flapped violently!

"Huhuhu..."

I don’t know if it was magic or not, but the airflow created by the dragon wings didn’t feel like it was strong enough to lift two people up. Yet, Philo and I still rose suddenly in the intense wind pressure and flew towards the stars above our heads.

The night sky tonight is exceptionally clear and you can see the entire bright moon.

"No brave warrior in the past has ever controlled me like this!"

Under the moonlight, Filo howled in an excited tone, then turned his head and flew towards the central area: "He is too heavy and will die too quickly. Besides, it looks terrible for a grown man to ride on a girl. I can only let Noer, who has inherited the spirit of a brave man, fulfill this long-cherished wish!"

"What kind of long-cherished wish is this?"

I was so anxious that I didn't know what to do when I was on Philo's shoulder: "We will be discovered by the people down there if we do this!"

"We won't be discovered. As long as we fly as high as possible, to a super high place and overlook the city, no one will notice us!"

Philo shook his head and said, "There is one shortcoming of people in this world. That is, they rarely look up."

"What if we are discovered?"

"I have my detection magic turned on, it's okay!"

Filo flapped his wings several times again, sending me higher into the sky. "Come on, Nuo'er, you hold the steering wheel now... I think you call it this thing here. There are things in the car. Hold my horns, and we'll go wherever you want to go! Or we can go find Xiaomo! You're a dragon knight now!"

I was so emotional that I shouted in the wind, "Did Xiaomo ask you to do this?"

"How is that possible! I just saw that Nuo'er was so well behaved, so well behaved that it made people feel distressed. I specially asked you to come out and relax. Don't think about those uncles. Leave all your worries behind. Come on!"

"..."

I was silent for a moment and took a deep breath into Philo's shoulder.

Then, I released my hands and grabbed her two black dragon horns again.

"My loyal dragon, please set off for No. 3 Wanghai Road, Nannagi District, Wanghai Park!"

"..."

……

No. 234 Am I still a child?

Nannagi Bay Community, No. 3 Wanghai Road, Minaminagi District, Kamihama City, is the address on my ID card.

To be precise, the address should be: Room 3, Building 3, Minaminagi Bay Community, No. 801 Wanghai Road, Minaminagi District, Kamihama City.

However, the problem now is that the Nannagi Bay community on Wanghai Road in Nannagi District was demolished two or three years ago due to a landslide accident and replaced with "Wanghai Park". This community was also removed from the map and became the history of Nannagi District. Not to mention Room 3, Building 801, the entire community is gone now.

At the same time, that should also be the place where Xiaomo and I "reconciled" for the first time.

I don’t know what the specific relationship between Xiaomo’s original body and her clone was before this, and whether it was the will of the original body or the clone herself that was in her small body when fighting the devil. I only remember that in that pouring rain, I ran out of my comfortable little house for the first time, did something that went against my "common sense" for the first time, and it was also the first time... that I acted for a girl.

I am actually a guy with a very bad personality, especially when it comes to relationships.

The mainstream in today's society is basically boys chasing girls. Boys have to put aside their pride, be proactive, and be thick-skinned. However, I have been a member of the "non-mainstream" since I graduated from university.

At least in the cramped apartment where the majority of the renters are young people, my views and thoughts are incompatible with those of them.

Although Snail Apartment is a commercial and profit-making organization, their property management is generally very humane. There are gatherings and other activities almost every month. When the monthly gatherings come, everyone will "form cliques" in the group. Someone from Building 3 announces that he or she has broken up, a girl from Building 1 says that she is still single, and the property manager of Building 2 proposes that women eat and drink for free and men pay AA during the party, and so on. Then everyone prepares a week in advance for this party or... blind date event.

At least in my impression, the men around me never get tired of similar activities because "you can meet a lot of beautiful women."

This is similar to when my roommates in college would brag about how many girlfriends they had. As long as the peers around them heard that there were girls at the party, no matter how indifferent that person was usually, they would act very positive.

The first floor of the Snail House Apartment has an access card. In order to facilitate everyone's driving in and out, the door on the first floor will be open during the day. At 12 o'clock in the evening, the housing management will come to close the door and take back the fire-fighting equipment used to prop up the door during the day. If someone forgets to bring the key at this time, they will be locked out.

In the early years, the most popular thing in Building 12 of the Snail House where I lived was "Go down and open the door for the beautiful girl". As a youth apartment, not to mention o'clock, even at o'clock, o'clock, or even o'clock or o'clock in the morning, there would be a lot of people who came back from playing outside and were locked out. At this time, they would ask for help in the group: Is there anyone in Building XX still awake? Come down and open the door.

At that time, I would occasionally receive WeChat messages from the housing manager saying, "Xiao Yin, there are two beautiful girls downstairs who didn't bring their keys. It's only a few steps down from the third floor. Go and help them open the door. You can also get to know two beautiful girls. How great is that."

Whenever this happened I could only change my clothes and go downstairs. Occasionally I would run into a few people living on the fourth and fifth floors who had also received the news from the housing management. When they came downstairs and saw me, they would be surprised and say, "Wow, you haven't slept either, why are you so slow? If I lived on the second or third floor and a beautiful woman was locked outside, I would definitely be the first one to run out to help. How could I be willing to give such a good thing to others?"

It's like... this world wants me to submit to something.

However, even in such an environment, I don't feel much about things like "beauties". I basically don't go to parties. If I occasionally check my WeChat on my phone at home, and someone is locked out, as long as I see it, I will go down to help, regardless of whether it is a man or a woman. If I am really writing a novel and am at a critical part, I have no time to check my phone and don't know about those things. I won't be so idle that I will sit in the WeChat group on my phone to see if there are any "beauties" locked out tonight so that I can go down and open the door to improve my favorability.

But myself and Yin Xiamo at that time... I don’t know why I did that.

At that time, Xiaomo said that she would come back in the evening to have dinner together. Given my original personality, according to common sense, I would definitely not take it to heart. At most, I felt that Xiaomo, as the god of death, had an existence beyond the scope of my own worldview, and perhaps I needed to prepare more food... or something like that.

This feeling is similar to "Grandma Liu was warmly received by Megatron when she entered Cybertron" or "Xu Sheng saw Ultraman Belia holding the golden cudgel and invading the territory of Da Wu", which is totally beyond my understanding, so I simply defined Yin Xiamo as a "special girl".

But that night, Xiaomo broke her promise and did not come for dinner.

This was not the first time this happened to me. When I was an uncle, I lived alone in a small apartment and typed until three or four in the morning. It should have been around four fifty when my cell phone rang. It was a tenant in the small apartment. I remember this person. She worked in a bar far away and lived on the sixth floor. She forgot to bring her keys and was locked downstairs. She found me in the group and sent me a voice invitation, asking me to go down and open the door.

After I changed my clothes and opened the door downstairs, the drunk woman said in a coma that she would treat me to Starbucks tomorrow. I said you should go back to bed, even though you are so drunk, she still insisted that she would treat me to Starbucks tomorrow. The next day she sent me a message, saying don’t think I don’t remember last night because I was drunk, I will definitely treat you to Starbucks. I casually replied that no, but this person insisted on posting a public message in the group saying that in order to thank someone in Building No. 3 for helping to open the door, I would treat him to Starbucks another day. I was left laughing and crying.

The result is that we get along well.

I didn't take this little episode seriously, and the woman didn't really buy me a drink later, and we didn't even have any contact after that. She would still brag in the group about how she got a few more men drunk at the bar and how much her sales had increased this month. I returned to my ordinary life, working during the day and writing novels at night.

In my understanding of the world, this is how interactions between people should be.

However, I didn’t know why that day...including my dreams, I saw Xiaomo’s figure everywhere.

According to my habit, when Yin Xiamo said she wanted to come home for dinner, I took the initiative to go to the supermarket to buy dinner for two and sat down to wait for her. This is the courtesy of entertaining guests. If she didn't come, I could only regard it as the arrogance of this Miss Death who didn't take her promise to mortals seriously. However, this does not mean that I will hold a grudge about it - the leftover dinner can be used as breakfast the next day.

Then when I woke up the next day, I should have done the same thing as usual - get up, wash up, and then work on typing. What's more, it was a rainy day. I personally don't like going out on rainy days, but that day I chose to go looking for Xiaomo, who I had no idea where she would appear.

The only information Xiaomo left me was her ID card. She didn't say there was anything special about the address on the ID card, and I didn't have any evidence to show that I could find the Miss Death by following this address. However, I still went against my own heart and set off without hesitation.

This is also my first time to visit the land of Minaminagi Ward, Kamihama City.

I vaguely remember that it was raining heavily here at that time, and the "Nan Nai Bay Community" on my ID card no longer existed. It became "Wanghai Park". There were also many new shops opened at the entrance of this Wanghai Park. Among them was a shop selling breakfast. At that time, there was a mother and daughter who also came here to play...

"This should be Wanghai Park, right?"

Under the bright moonlight, Filo, who took me to a height of several thousand meters above the Minami Nagi District, hovered in a relatively remote place and gestured at his feet: "I remembered the third edition of the Kamihama City Map 2021 before, I don't know if it's correct."

"Ah."

I nodded on Philo's back: "It's here."

Wanghai Park... feels a bit unworthy of its name.

Because if you want to see the sea from this position... the viewing experience is not very good. The best place to view the sea in Minami Nagi District should be Shangjing Coffee House where I have always worked.

However, considering that the "Wanghai Road" here is connected to the highway near Nannagi Tower over a long distance, it is understandable that this park is named after the surrounding paths.

"Let's go down and have a look."

After confirming that the dark area under my feet was the place where Xiaomo and I had our first "open conversation", I instinctively moved my hands and adjusted Filo's "dragon head" to look down: "It's the sign with the light on."

I have to say that the Wanghai Road area is really too "desolate".

I seldom take planes, so it's hard for me to tell what altitude Philo and I are at right now. However, considering that the air here is a bit thinner than on the ground and the temperature is much lower, I'm sure it's at least several thousand meters.

At this height, Philo and I can easily see the Glory District in the west, the Craftsmen District in the east, the Shenbin River with ships everywhere nearby, and the Central District Mizuname District in the north.

There is no need to talk about the Glory District. Maybe because that district is too rich, there are rich people everywhere. The whole area is in a "pseudo-cyberpunk" style. The patterns on the glowing billboards can be seen clearly from thousands of meters away. The Craftsman District is a little more low-key, but you can still see a lot of worldly fireworks. The Central District is a thorough "big city neon" style, with all kinds of traffic, car lights and sign lights.

Only in Nannagi District, especially near Wanghai Road in Nannagi District where we are standing, apart from the lights of small shops around several residential buildings nearby, the rest are almost all dim street lights and the lights of passing cars.

At least near Wanghai Park, the closest lights I could see were several hundred meters away. Only the house number plate at the entrance of Wanghai Park stood alone in the darkness.

In fact, the darker the area, the higher the risk that Philo and I would be discovered.

Because compared to the hustle and bustle of big cities, in dark places like this, people are not attracted by the surrounding neon lights, and there are no entertainment activities. In such a relatively "boring" environment, some people will choose to look up at the stars.

But since Filo said that she had turned on the "detection magic" to ensure that it would be foolproof, I didn't care whether I would be discovered.

"learn!"

At my signal, Filo flapped his wings, and the whole world fell rapidly in a sudden sense of falling—

"Well……"

For a moment, I hadn't figured out how to keep my balance while riding on someone's neck, so I subconsciously moved my body forward and then tightly grasped Filo's dragon horn with both hands.

Then I felt my ankle being grabbed.

"You have such a petite body..."

Philo, who was speaking, first grabbed my ankle to help me keep my balance, then opened his arms, lifted my two feet, tossed them in the air a few times, and kneaded my calf muscles: "Are you used to it? This body..."

"It's... not bad."

When asked this question, I was a little shy: "At first I was a little uncomfortable with it, but after a while... it got better."

"Little girls are not as good as uncles. Look at your little feet and short legs."

Finally, he pinched my thigh wrapped in stockings and released his hand: "I was not used to becoming a human at first. The human body is too delicate. I can't run fast and it's very inconvenient."

"..."

I didn't know what to say for a moment.

"I read the history of the development of Earth civilization and found that it has certain similarities with ours."

Philo pointed at my feet: "For example, the evolution of the feet... Humans walk on the ground, chase wild animals, or are chased by wild animals. If they want to run fast, their feet must be suitable for running, and the soles of their feet must be large, especially for men. Men need to take on the task of supporting the family and taking care of their wives and children, so they must be strong. But the elves are different. The elves live in the forest most of the time, and they basically learn wind magic when they are very young. They can go anywhere they want or climb a tree with a light jump. When their feet are very young, they hardly evolve. Anyway, everyone's feet don't touch the ground, so they will be like Nuo's feet, which are as 'beautiful' as possible. Instead, the length of the calves is developing, because there are some places on the trees that don't require wind magic, and they can jump over them with a light jump, so longer legs are very suitable."

"Noer, your body is in line with the growth curve of the elves. It has a kind of elven aesthetics in it."

I was silent for a moment: "Xiaomo said this is to conform to the aesthetics here on Earth."

"The elves' aesthetics are tens of thousands of years ahead of here. If we compare beauty, we are still way ahead here. Xiaomo is right."

Filo chuckled, "In fact, Nuo'er, you don't have to be too shy. I know Momo best. The hero before basically had the same attitude towards her. He relied on his ability to be more capable than Xiaomo and had the final say when he was with Xiaomo. Now it's Xiaomo's turn to have the final say over you. She hopes that Nuo'er, you can enjoy your life peacefully and without having to worry about anything."

"Can……"

I said dissatisfiedly: "I'm not a hero, and Xiaomo also said that she would forget that person..."

"Some bonds cannot be severed even by the gears of reincarnation."

Philo sighed: "Just think of it as a golden finger similar to the ones in novels. An ordinary person suddenly encounters a mysterious girl. The mysterious girl is omnipotent and makes this ordinary person the protagonist of the novel."

“I always feel like this…”

I thought about it: "I always feel... a little guilty."

"Then Xiaomo doesn't feel guilty anymore?"

Filo dived again and accelerated the "Earth Throw": "Because of my existence, the hero not only has to bear the pressure of 'colluding with the demons', but also has to take care of Xiaomo's magic teacher and life mentor, the hero in the other world, and the overall situation of the allied forces... In the end, he was killed by his companions. Can you imagine how crazy Xiaomo was at that time? She..."

At this point, Filo paused and said, "If Xiaomo had the power of the Demon King at that time, she might have destroyed our world. She...she actually collapsed for a while."

"Eh?"

I seemed to hear some gossip: "Xiaomo she?"

"It's not a history worth mentioning. Anyway, in the end, Xiaomo woke up, took revenge, and killed the demon king. The hero she had always thought about also forgot everything and turned into a lovely girl. This is the best ending."

"So, your existence, your happiness and smile are actually a kind of redemption for Xiaomo."

During the conversation, Philo quickly dived to a place only a few hundred meters away from Wanghai Park. She flapped her wings violently a few times to slow down her descent, then grabbed my feet with both hands to prevent me from losing balance. Finally, she adjusted her body, landed her feet on the ground with a "puff", sprinted forward a few steps to break the inertia, and stopped.

"Is this where it is?"

Carrying me on his back, walking on the flat ground in front of Wanghai Park, Philo asked curiously, "Are you looking for something here?"

"Ah."

I let go of my hand, jumped off Filo's neck, and looked around: "This is where I first met her."

Or it could be the place where I first met my "clone" Xiaomo, or... I brought my clone Xiaomo back at that time.

Anyway, this is a place worth remembering for me.

Today, while Xiaomo was out on business, Philo forced me to be a "dragon knight" again. I thought of this place, and the grove in Wanghai Park where Xiaomo had been injured.

"Did you actually meet here?"

My words made Philo curious: "But there's nothing here. It says... a park, and it's a free park. It's not open at night, right?"

"Yeah, free park."