Star Iron, but the amount of animation

What the young man cut off was a concept...it was the most basic and core concept of destiny.

"A living corpse..."

Mei repeated it in a low voice.

The day she woke up in the ruins of her hometown, she looked directly at the big black sun at an unprecedented close distance.

Just a little bit.

She was about to become what the boy called a living corpse.

"Are you... also a Star God?"

She suddenly asked.

"what?"

The young man was stunned and waved his hands quickly: "Sister, it's not that serious, it's really not that serious, even if you flatter me, you can't do that."

"So you are also an envoy?"

"That's true."

"Then why can you, a fellow envoy, erase it so easily?"

An Jing thought about it.

"First, you've already cut it once, I'm just taking its remaining health. Second, the Fate of the Breeders aren't good at fighting. Third, I just happen to be a little bit stronger than the average envoy."

It sounds simple.

Mei lowered her head, looking at the long sword in her hand that seemed to be tainted with an indelible strange aura, and fell into deep thought.

Turns out...she's not the only one who can hold and pull it out.

The long sword was spiritual and communicated with her mind. When she held the hilt again, many feelings of being held by the boy came into Mei's mind all at once, making her a little dazed for a moment.

"What do you mean? What's going on?"

The boy's voice suddenly sounded beside her ears, and a hand was waving in front of her eyes. Mei subconsciously looked towards the direction where the voice came from, but her heart stopped when she looked at the boy, and she stepped back suddenly. When she reacted again, her heart was beating uncontrollably.

No, no...

The woman looked down at the knife in her hand.

The emotions it conveyed... seemed to be mixed with something strange... and it made itself strange...

Want to be...closer to him...?

Gee...

The woman frowned in distress.

She had never experienced such emotions before...she was really at a loss as to what to do.

"What's wrong? Are you still shy?"

An Jing moved closer with some confusion. He thought that they had been flying together for so many days and they had closer contacts than this before, so why did he suddenly start paying attention?

Aren’t they all brothers?

"No...I just...never mind."

Meiyi shook his head.

"I'm fine, let's go."

After she said that, she turned and left without saying where she was going.

"What's wrong with you..."

An Jing muttered a few words, shook his head, and followed.

Volume 1: Chapter 148: It’s just a knife matter, why is it related to the family?

Although An Jing and Mei have completely solved the biggest hidden danger of the planet, the damage caused by the giant insects when they burrowed out of the ground is still irreversible. At least 70% of the humans on the entire planet died.

But at least some are still alive, which is better than everyone being dead.

What happens next is up to them. Whether they live or die depends entirely on themselves.

Anyway, no one will give birth to bugs anymore in the future.

They returned to the starship, and it took only one day from landing to departure.

There is no reason to stay here for long as this place is isolated from the world. But they are not here to find a good place to live in seclusion. An Jing wants to integrate with civilization as soon as possible.

A true interstellar civilization.

The starship was once again traveling through the vast sea of ​​stars, although An Jing didn't know whether the direction it was heading was correct. He forgot, and Mei also forgot.

You can't expect two self-destructors to have a good memory, right?

If they are unlucky, they might see the big black ball again while flying.

I didn't think about it at the time, but now An Jing has to find a way to punch in and take a photo together.

It would be even better if you could get an autograph, hehe.

The boy imagined the big black ball transforming into a pair of pitch-black hands, and found it quite difficult to hold back.

As he thought about it, he suddenly sighed again.

"No sister, what are you doing?"

An Jing glanced at the purple-haired woman sitting cross-legged next to him, feeling very puzzled.

"I don't want to say it, but aren't you sneaking glances a bit too much? I feel like I want to make a hole in your skin. Can we just talk about what we want to say? There are only two of us on this boat and you are really creepy like this, sister."

Mei was silent.

Oh yeah, she didn’t speak either.

The purple-haired woman turned her head further away from the boy, her fingertips stroking the hilt of the knife nervously, not knowing what to do for a moment.

She's really...not good at dealing with emotions...

Whether in the past or now.

Mei suddenly felt a little regretful.

She stared at the long knife in her arms.

Maybe she shouldn't have lent it out...

Now that things have turned out like this, what should she say?

Want to be held by you?

No... such words seemed strange no matter how she looked at them... Although she didn't know what was strange about them, even if she put aside such feelings, she was still a human being, how could she be held like a knife?

Mei really couldn't imagine that kind of posture.

She didn't know how to answer the boy's question, so she simply remained silent.

"Playing dead, right?"

An Jing sneered: "Are you not being honest anymore?"

"You idiot, are you being so cold and violent to me? I work so hard every day to give you food to eat, and I have to make a special hole for you to drain when you go to the toilet. The toilet is made of vines growing out of my body. To put it bluntly, you are sitting on my—"

"Stop, stop!"

Mei finally couldn't bear it anymore, and her cheeks turned pink. Even though she had always been cold and aloof, and became indifferent after being infected by nothingness, she still couldn't stand this kind of revelation.

They had no choice but to raise the flag of surrender and speak.

"Haha, I can't cure you?"

The young man had a smirk on his face.

"Come on, explain yourself clearly. If you can't explain yourself clearly today, there will be no paper on this ship in the future."

"You, you just have to keep on talking about this?"

Mei asked, feeling embarrassed and speechless.

"Which topic do you mean?"

The woman was speechless.

She gripped the knife handle tightly in silence, her expression showing a sense of self-abandonment, and her posture seemed as if she was about to draw the knife.

"Hey, hey, hey, stop, stop! Let's talk about why you keep staring at me, okay?"

The woman finally gave up and looked so relieved that it was inexplicably funny.

An Jing muttered: "Why do I feel that your behavior of resorting to violence when you can't win an argument is so familiar... Damn..."

He shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

As the saying goes, people tend to compromise, and the window-opening theory and mirror installation always seem to work.

He lifted the chair behind him, turned it around, and sat down facing Mei.

"Come on, tell me."

"..."

The woman sighed.

"I... I don't know what happened... It seems that after I gave you the knife that day, you had some kind of influence on the knife... And after the knife returned to my hand, that influence was passed on to me..."

"Influence......"

An Jing touched the dimple of his lower lip.

"What does it feel like exactly? Can you describe it in detail?"

"...Does it have to be so clear?"

The boy nodded: "Yes."

"After all, who knows how long this starship will float, and how long we'll have to get along. Compared to your current behavior of peeking at an elementary school boy who has a crush on someone, I'm more used to the way we used to be just friends, where we didn't bother to talk to each other."

Mei looked at the long sword in her hand and pursed her lips in embarrassment.

"It's just a feeling... of wanting to be held by you..."

"......ah?"

An Jing was a little dumbfounded.

"This is really a cap... Hold it... How do you hold these?"

His eyes swept over Mei.

Choking?

Then he would probably have to stand on a chair and tiptoe to barely grab the woman's neck and lift her off the ground.

And the solution is definitely not like this. The broken knife didn't come from Heba, so how could there be such a perverted way of playing.

"Give me the knife again."

An Jing stretched out his hand.

Mei nodded and handed the knife to the boy without hesitation.

He took the knife in his hand, gripped the handle, and looked it up and down.

"Isn't this what holding it means?"

"I do not know."

"Then take it back and have a look."

Mei took the knife and suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. Her whole body relaxed and there was a hint of satisfaction on her expression, but that expression was fleeting and soon turned into confusion.

An Jing's eyes suddenly became strange.

"What does it feel like?"

"Satisfied... Reassured..."

The woman hesitated and uttered two words. She paused and lowered her head: "And... not enough..."