I said you are all war criminals

"All right,"

He said helplessly, "You win."

Deng shook his head slightly. "There's no such thing as winning or losing. I'm not doing this just to beat you."

"Winning is winning, and whether you win or not is decided by me."

Bai Ye waved his hand and continued to define it, "Okay, Deng, make a wish!"

Bai Ye said proudly, "Even if you want the sun in the sky to go out, I can make it go out for a few days!"

Deng tilted his head, then answered seriously: "I don't have any wishes."

Bai Ye was stunned. What was this? He had imagined that the Lantern Festival would make all kinds of requests, from money to power, from immortality to world domination. He was even prepared to use all means to fulfill her wishes, and in the end she told him that she had no wishes?

"Wait, are you serious?"

Hakuno asked in disbelief, "Are you sure you don't want anything?"

Deng nodded, "There's nothing I need to change."

Bai Ye stared at Deng, trying to find some clues from her face, but Deng's expression remained calm, without any disguise.

"All right,"

Bai Ye sighed helplessly, "Even if you really don't have any material needs, what about spiritual needs? Don't you have any dreams or pursuits?"

Deng was silent for a moment, as if she was thinking about this question seriously. Just when Bai Ye thought she was finally going to say something, she shook her head.

"No."

"If, I mean if,"

Bai Ye continued to ask, "If you really have to make a wish, what would it be?"

The lamp finally revealed a faint smile, like a ray of sunshine from the dark clouds, "If I must make a wish,"

She said slowly, "I hope you can come with me to pick up Aine."

She expressed this wish again.

"That's it?"

Bai Ye confirmed again, "Are you sure that's it?"

Deng nodded, "Well, I'll make this wish."

"So when will she be back?"

Hakuno asked.

Deng shook his head. "I'm not sure about the exact time, maybe in these few days."

Bai Ye immediately understood that this was no simple airport pick-up mission; it was clearly a protracted war! He didn't know how many days it would take, and how much time would be wasted.

He would rather make a wish for the stars in the sky. After all, it wouldn't take much time to pull a meteorite down from the sky.

"Okay, I'll accept the loss."

Hakuno held out his hand towards the light, "Let's go to the airport."

98

Chapter 98: Hong Xia’s Chiba Xingqiqi.

On the train, Ichichi Hongxia was typing on her cell phone.

She is sorting out her experiences.

Last time, Hongxia anticipated that she would most likely have to "start over", so she made a special note of many things... However, this made Hongxia have many questions.

About Hakuno.

About Xiangzi.

And about herself, too.

If the memory was fully restored, then most of these questions would be answered. However, because the memory restoration was incomplete, many things did not make sense to Hong Xia now.

...It's really annoying.

To be honest, Hongxia hates the feeling of incomplete memory.

Ichichi Hongxia rubbed her temples irritably. Fragments of memory flashed like shattered glass, giving her a headache. Hakuno, Xiangzi… these two names kept appearing in her mind, along with some blurry images: Hakuno's frivolous smile, Xiangzi's melancholy eyes, and…

Hong Xia took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. Instead of being tormented by these fragments, she might as well put them together and see what she could create. She opened her laptop and created a new document, naming it "Half-Demon Chronicle."

The history of the battle between humans and half-demons.

...Hong Xia recorded this history as much as possible from an outsider's perspective.

No, it’s not history, it’s more like the future.

Hong Xia already knew that the world would lead to a different future, most likely due to the changes she had caused during this period of time. However, she didn't know what she had done to trigger such a huge change.

I can't think of a reason at all.

"There are so many changes, and I didn't even know there were chefs and food battles before..."

Hong Xia paused tapping on her phone's keyboard. "Although these guys certainly weren't very useful during the previous crisis, it's a shame they didn't even show up."

To be honest, the profession of chef is very exciting.

The spell takes a long time to cast, and training is incredibly difficult. On the other hand, awakened half-demons are quite powerful... However, based on Hong Xia's memories, most half-demons are used as experimental material by the state. Whether they survive or not is beyond question. Even if they do, they probably won't fight for the world.

Hongxia wouldn't think this was a bad idea.

Happy people certainly have an obligation to protect the world; they need to fight for their continued happiness and have an obligation to protect the world that brings them happiness. However, the unfortunate are different... As long as they don't actively destroy the world, no one can ridicule them for not saving it.

Unfortunate people have no obligations; no one can order them to protect the world that makes them unhappy.

...At least, that's what Hongxia thought.

The train rolled along steadily, the scenery outside the window constantly changing, but Ijichi Hongka kept her head down, her fingers darting across her phone screen. She pieced together the fragmented pieces of her memories like a jigsaw puzzle, recording them in a document titled "Half-Demon Chronicle."

Before we knew it, the train had arrived in Chiba.

After leaving the station, Hongxia did not go directly to see Yukinoshita Yukino, but turned into a secluded alley.

After all, Yukinoshita Yukino wasn't even Hongxia's online friend, and the chat history Hongxia had shown Xingge was, of course, completely fabricated. She had simply used this as an excuse to come to Chiba to take care of a minor matter.

Deep in the alley, wedged between two buildings, an antique shop almost blended into the shadows. The peeling red-painted wooden door hung crookedly from its frame, as if it might fall at any moment. Had Hong Xia not known about this place beforehand, she probably wouldn't have noticed it at all. She pushed the door open, and a harsh creaking sound echoed in the silent alley, like the breathing of some ancient creature.

A musty smell mixed with an unknown spice hits you. The shop is dimly lit and the air is filled with the smell of dust, making you feel as if you have returned to a forgotten era. The shelves are cluttered with various antiques: rusty samurai swords, chipped porcelain, yellowed ancient books, and even a few things that look like animal bones.

Hong Xia didn't even look at the things and walked straight to the counter.

Behind the counter, a gray-haired old man was resting with his eyes closed. The wrinkles on his face were as deep as ravines, as if recording the vicissitudes of countless years. Hearing the sound of the door opening, the old man slowly opened his eyes, and his cloudy gaze fell on Hong Xia, as if he wanted to see through her.

"Is there anything you need?"

The old man's voice was hoarse and low, as harsh as sandpaper.

"I need 'legendary kitchenware'."

Hong Xia said straight to the point.

This is the purpose of Hongxia coming to Chiba.

The legendary kitchen utensils—honestly, they wouldn't be of much use in the future, as their most significant feature, "collecting eight kitchen utensils allows Dragon Chef to become Divine Chef," was just a legend, and no one had ever collected them all. Hong Xia, however, was interested in another feature that no one would care about in the future.

Meals cooked with the legendary utensils, like the banquets prepared by the dragon chef, can awaken half-demons.

...To be honest, this will be even less useful in the future.

However, for Hong Xia now, this is still quite attractive.

The old man didn't immediately respond to Hong Xia's request. Instead, he stared at her with his cloudy, deep eyes. His gaze seemed to dissect Hong Xia's soul, as if assessing her worthiness to possess the "legendary kitchenware." Hong Xia knew this wasn't just an ordinary transaction; it was more like a test.

These old people are like this, they care more about other things than "money".

Finally, the old man seemed to have made a decision. He slowly stood up from his chair, his every movement cautious and steady. He whispered, "Wait a moment."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the dark warehouse behind the store.

Hong Xia stared at the darkness until the old man reappeared. He walked towards Hong Xia, holding a seemingly ordinary but tightly wrapped box in his hand.

"This is what you want,"

The old man spoke hoarsely, placing the box solemnly in front of Hong Xia. His expression was filled with anticipation, as if he was watching the gears of fate slowly turning.

Hong Xia reached out and gently opened the box. As the layers of wrapping peeled away, a uniquely shaped kitchen knife quietly emerged. Its blade glowed faintly, engraved with strange and intricate patterns, trembling slightly as if alive. This was the legendary kitchen utensil—the Eternal Spirit Knife.

"Let me be clear, I'm not a chef."

Hong Xia picked up the Yongling Sword and tested its sharpness with her fingertips.

The old man whispered, "It's okay. I can see... you're the kind of woman who will bring bloodshed."

Then, the old man smiled, revealing teeth like those of a lion or tiger. "But the legendary kitchen utensils should be given to the one who will create the legend, right?"

99

Chapter 99 Li Xi: Su Shi did it too.

Shiina Riki has been absent-minded all day.

She kept thinking about Shoko Toyokawa.

Shiina Riki scratched her hair in annoyance. Toyokawa Shoko's pale face and those eyes that were so empty that they couldn't see the future kept lingering in her mind.

"Damn it, what the hell is going on..."

She cursed under her breath and slammed her fist on the table, making the coffee cup on the table jump.

Li Xi actually doesn't hate Xiangzi.

That's right.

Although Xiangzi left on his own, disbanded Crychic on his own, and even said those words to Deng - Lixi still doesn't hate Xiangzi.

At most, she hated Xiangzi, but she didn't dislike him.

So... when Li Xi learned that Xiangzi had given herself to Bai Ye, he found it ridiculous.

Xiangzi should be perfect.

Toyokawa Shoko should always be proud, always conceited, always omnipotent... forever and ever.

"asshole!"

Li Xi stood up abruptly and kicked over the nearby trash can. The plastic bucket rolled to the corner, its contents scattering across the floor, just as chaotic as her current mood. Xiangzi, that once radiant girl, that arrogant keyboard player, that... girl she had once admired and once hated, was actually giving herself to someone like Hakuno? This was more absurd than the end of the world!

"I'm going to call the police... I'm going to put that guy in jail for assaulting a minor. He's going to go to jail!"

After cursing, Li Xi sat back in his chair dejectedly.

Call the police? What's the point? Let the police arrest Hakuno, and then what? Will Xiangzi be able to return to the past? Will Crychic be able to regroup? Impossible, nothing can go back to the way it was. She grabbed her phone irritably and opened the Crychic website. Xiangzi's smiling face flashed by along with everyone else's, as if mocking her helplessness.

Li Xi threw her phone on the table in frustration. Xiangzi's smile on the screen was particularly glaring. She needed someone to talk to, someone to curse Bai Ye's shamelessness, Xiangzi's depravity, and this fucked-up world together. The first person she thought of was Su Shi.

Su Shi, the bassist who always smiled gently and looked after Crychic like a mother, also cared deeply about Xiangzi at Crychic.

Thinking of this, Li Xi grabbed his cell phone and called Su Shi.

After the call was connected, a burst of heavy breathing came from the receiver, mixed with intermittent moans, which made Li Xi stunned. This sound... was wrong. Very wrong.

"Sushi? Is that you? What are you doing?"

Li Xi asked with a frown, feeling an ominous premonition in his heart.

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds, the panting subsided a little, and then Su Shi's slightly hoarse voice came: "Ah... Li Xi? I'm... rehearsing."

Rehearsal? Could practicing bass produce this kind of sound? Li Xi felt a chill on his back, and an indescribable feeling of nausea surged into his heart.

"Rehearsal? What are you rehearsing that makes you breathless? Tell me the truth, are you..."

Li Xi paused. She almost didn't dare to say that guess, but the uneasiness in her heart became stronger and stronger. "Are you... being..."

"Don't think too much!"

Su Shi's voice suddenly rose, a hint of panic in it, "I'm just... practicing bass. The new song I'm learning is quite difficult and requires a lot of physical strength..."

"Then tell me honestly where you are!"