Xingtie, I'm in Luofu, I really don't like vixens!

"A system hour, in Xianzhou's terms, should be half an hour, right?"

After saying that, Walter looked at Mo Ye deliberately.

"Although it is indeed described in terms of hours, the people of Luofu are not that pedantic..."

I will still use the system when it is necessary. After all, it is like the difference between Mandarin and local dialect.

"Xiao Sanyue, don't be impatient. We are looking for someone in this huge Luofu. Since he is a notorious criminal, there must be something special about him that we can't find."

Walter comforted San Yueqi like an elder regarding her worries.

"Walter is right. If she suddenly appeared in front of us, that would be..."

"surprise?"

Just when Mo Ye was halfway through the conversation, a very gentle voice suddenly came to his ears.

"Yeah, surprise... huh?"

Then Mo Ye took over this sentence and was stunned.

When he looked in the direction of the crowd, he found that several people were looking vigilantly at the direction behind them.

The meaning is also very obvious, the person they are looking for is right behind them...

And I have completely exposed my back to the other party.

Realizing what was going on, Mo Ye swallowed and raised his hands almost subconsciously.

Almost at the same time, he felt the muzzle of a gun pressed against his waist.

"Um, is that Kafka?"

Although Mo Ye already knew this, he still felt it was better to ask politely.

"Well, what do you think of me, little one?"

Suddenly, Mo Ye felt a hand clearly climbing up his shoulder, and warm breath was right next to his ear, giving him goosebumps all over his body.

"Ms. Kafka, let's talk this over...please put the gun down."

If one ignores the cold muzzle of the gun on his waist, Mo Ye would be very happy that Kafka was so close to him.

But the muzzle of this gun is so cold...it seems to freeze the whole person.

"Oh? Then why did our non-staff members follow them here?"

After saying this, Kafka poked it with the muzzle of the gun, as if she did it on purpose.

Non-staff, alas...

I originally thought that apart from Silver Wolf, no one took my identity seriously.

"Don't worry... I'm not loaded." whispered

Just when Mo Ye was sweating profusely, afraid that Kafka would pull the trigger, he suddenly heard a whisper in his ear.

"Cooperate with me, Aye..." whispered

Kafka's sudden gentleness made Mo Ye breathe a sigh of relief.

The vines that had grown at Kafka's feet slowly shrank without her noticing.

"Kafka, let Xiaoye go quickly, or we will be rude to you!"

When everyone saw Mo Ye being held hostage, especially March Seven, they drew their bows and threatened Kafka.

"What if I say no?"

With a click, Kafka turned off the safety of the gun.

"Help, help!"

After hearing the safety sound, he knew that there were no bullets, but since Kafka asked him to cooperate, he had better cooperate. After all, he was still a hostage.

So Mo Ye began to act.

"Xiao Ye Zi, we'll come rescue you right away! What do you want in exchange for letting them go?"

Seeing that the train crew in front of them were also beginning to get restless and were ready to forcibly rescue people, Kafka dragged Mo Ye back a few steps.

"Don't be impatient, let me see if you have the ability first."

After saying that, Kafka smiled softly and whispered in Mo Ye's ear.

"[Listen to me] Stop them."

Of course, these words were not directed at Mo Ye, but at the Cloud Cavalry who were lying in ambush nearby.

Suddenly, cloud cavalry controlled by word spirits appeared all around, and they rushed forward and surrounded the train set in an instant.

"Ah, what's wrong with these Cloud Cavalry? They don't recognize us."

Seeing himself suddenly surrounded by his own people, March Seven didn't even react. What on earth had happened?

"Xiao Sanyue, be careful, they are under control."

Walter's eyes were sharp, and the small black hole between his crutches was ready to move.

"Once they are possessed by my [Word Spirit], they will simply be controlled by me, without even a memory of being controlled."

Kafka pulled Moye back to a position which was just some distance away from the train set.

"Damn it! Don't run!"

Seeing this, March Seven drew his bow and arrow and wanted to shoot at Kafka, but then slowly put it down.

"No, if the shot misses, it will directly hurt Xiao Ye."

"These Cloud Cavalry must be subdued."

Xing gripped the baseball bat tightly and began to think about where to hit the person so that it would not be fatal but could still knock him out.

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There was a battle going on not far away, and Kafka felt that they would not be here for a while, so she let go of Mo Ye.

"Ms. Kafka..."

"Just call me Kafka, a non-staff member of the Silver Wolf?"

Kafka had a charming smile on her face, and her dull purple eyes seemed unfathomable and very attractive.

"Kafka, what on earth does this mean? Why did you bring me here alone?"

Apart from the sound of fighting not far away, there were only Kafka and I here.

“That’s a good question… Actually, I don’t know either.”

Unexpectedly, Kafka glanced and gave a very nonsensical answer.

"what?"

Mo Ye tilted his head, very confused.

“Don’t be impatient…”

Then Kafka made a shushing gesture again and spoke slowly.

"Remember Ah Ren? After he came back from the Medicine King Secret Teaching, his mental state has been unstable... Do you know what he went through?"

I didn't expect Kafka to ask about the situation of Xiaren.

But how could Mo Ye know about his situation?

If it weren't for Blade suddenly revealing the entire secret of the Medicine King, and if it weren't for Silver Wolf's reminder, they wouldn't even know he was coming.

But the state of the blade at that time...

"Among us Star Core Hunters... there's something called a 'script,' and we strictly follow its instructions. Whatever is written in the 'script' is bound to happen."

Kafka suddenly began to explain some of the settings, then pinched her chin with one hand and spoke thoughtfully.

“Although the final “ending” outcome remains unchanged, with Ah Ren still imprisoned in the Shen Ce Mansion, the process is completely different from the script.”

"So I re-checked the script and found something unusual. It was you, Aye..."

Kafka pointed at Mo Ye himself?

"I?"

Mo Ye opened his eyes slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Could it be that I have really... been dragged into the main storyline of Luofu?

"Well, yes, almost all the main players in the script are written in, but you are the only one not included."

"You are the only one who often appears in places where you were not originally. It's better to say that you don't exist in the entire script."

Mo Ye also understood at once that he seemed to have been completely pulled into the main plot and became a part of the main plot.

You can only choose to follow the protagonists and go to the end.

"So I assume you're an independent entity outside of the 'script'... I think Elio will be very interested in you."

Kafka even mentioned Elio at the end, I wonder if it was a compliment.

"And then... you didn't bring me here just to talk to me about this, did you?"

Mo Ye scratched his hair and realized that he understood.

After all, his past was indeed an unsolved mystery. If his existence itself was really not in the script, then it would be easy to explain.

Originally, he wanted to stay away from the main storyline and give up, but now Mo Ye found that he seemed unable to avoid it.

It’s better to start from the beginning of contact with yourself.

"Of course there's more to it than that...don't be so anxious."

Kafka smiled softly, and there seemed to be a hint of inexplicable doting in her eyes.

Mo Ye, who was a little scared by this look, took a half step back unconsciously.

"Oh~ Did my eyes scare you?"

Kafka chuckled twice, took half a step forward as if teasing, leaned forward, and carefully observed Mo Ye's face.

"Don't stare at me like that..."

Mo Ye felt embarrassed when being stared at, and turned his face away with a bit of embarrassment.

Compared to others, Kafka's temperament... is really too domineering.

Every time I meet Kafka, I feel like I don’t even have a chance to speak and refute.

No, when I met Kafka, I didn't even have the strength to resist. I was completely controlled by this bad woman.

Kafka is obviously younger than most people in Luohu, but she seems to be better than anyone else at handling little boys.

After all, this outfit with a strong sense of fashion is lethal enough.

"Okay, then I have one more thing to ask of you..."

Seeing Mo Ye turning his head away like an innocent little boy, Kafka smiled and shrank back, then continued.

"[Listen to me] Please, next, try to make everything that happens next deviate from the 'script' as much as possible."

"Off script?"

Mo Ye felt a little strange when he heard that Kafka was planning to "deviate from the script".

Isn't it said that we are all slaves to fate? Now you want to break your fate?

What would Elio think if he actually saw it?

"Well, that's right... Although the incident with Ren last time didn't change the final outcome of the 'script', the process was definitely changed."

Kafka recounted the previous example and expressed an idea at the same time.

"Since the process can be changed, what about the ending? Is it also possible to change it?"

After saying that, Mo Ye suddenly felt his hands being held. He looked down and saw Kafka pulling his hands up.

"I think you might be able to do it... because you are not in the 'script'. Elio can't predict you, and no one can predict you."

There was a hint of seriousness in Kafka's gentle expression, and she wasn't joking.

But do you really intend to let Mo Ye try to change something?