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

As long as I can't get over it, it seems that I will always be like this.

When faced with problems, I would always retreat, even though I knew in my heart that it was not okay to be content with the status quo and my body would never take any action.

Mo Yezhi knew that he wanted to change, but he was always hindered by the current situation and felt that he could do nothing.

Every time I encounter problems, I will just retreat, and when Yukong takes advantage of me, I will just swallow my anger and endure it.

Just like this time, he said he would draw a clear line with Tingyun, but in the end he still backed down.

Why is this happening? Is it because I can’t get over it?

A normal person would definitely not be able to get over something like this.

But why am I so cowardly?

Could it be that my past has shaped my personality?

After all, the past is an important part of shaping a person.

Wait, my past?

Mo Ye realized something was strange, then suddenly lowered his head, his mind immersed in the sea of his own memories.

Mo Ye felt like he was traveling in the sea of consciousness, with fragments of memory flashing through his eyes.

He checked all his memories after crossing over, as well as the memories before crossing over...

I was born in a...happy family of three...and lived an ordinary but happy life.

After entering society, I witnessed the disgusting side of some leaders and started to act badly.

It seemed like there was no problem, and that was what Mo Ye thought at first.

But it was not until now that Mo Ye noticed something was wrong.

The happy family of three seemed to have a gap after a certain period of time.

I started to live a life of giving up, and it seemed like I was the only one at home.

Where did the family of three go? Where are my parents?

And...why have I never thought about where the parents in my memory went after I traveled through time?

Their disappearance seemed to be a matter of course. Mo Ye had no idea about it, and he had not even thought about it after traveling through time.

Yes, why do I take time travel for granted and never think about how lonely my parents were in their original world?

Impossible, unless, unless my memory is...

Mo Ye swallowed his saliva, and cold sweat continued to drip down his head.

Why, why can't I remember more details of my past life?

Mo Ye held his head with both hands, pressing his temples on both sides, trying to remember more.

What else, what else?

Mo Ye's brain gradually exerted power, and the blue veins on his forehead gradually bulged.

"Who am I!"

Finally, Mo Ye, who had overused his brain, felt dizzy and screamed in pain.

However, even though he was overusing his brain, Mo Ye still did not stop thinking.

Why hadn't I thought of this problem before? Who tampered with my memory?

Who am I? Who gave me this system? Is my name really Mo Ye?

"Do you think you can feel happiness?"

A familiar voice suddenly sounded in his ears. Mo Ye opened his eyes, but saw the back of a man in a black windbreaker.

"I……"

Mo Ye couldn't remember who the person in front of him was, but he felt that the other person was inexplicably familiar, so he subconsciously wanted to answer.

"You think you can, but you don't deserve it..."

Mo Ye widened his eyes, swallowed, and tried to make some sound under the sweat of nervousness, but no words came out.

"What you're doing [blocking]... you're not even paying attention to it yet..."

Mo Ye grabbed his hair and endured the other party's verbal attack in pain.

Mo Ye didn't listen to what the figure said.

When talking about his past, Mo Ye felt some scenes flashing back in his mind, but then disappeared from his mind.

Mo Ye tried hard to think, but all he got in return was an even more severe headache.

"No matter which world...it's still the same as before...just like that hypocrite."

"Little Leaf, Little Leaf!"

"It's noisy!"

Unable to bear it any longer, Mo Ye roared, but when he opened his eyes, the figure in front of him was no longer there, replaced by Qingque's frightened eyes.

"...Bluebird?"

Qingque was so frightened that he sat on the ground, patting his chest rapidly, with the frightened expression in his eyes that could not fade away for a long time.

"What are you doing? People saw you sitting there looking so miserable, they thought you were sick!"

Qingque sat on the ground with a frightened face, his eyes full of confusion and fear towards Mo Ye.

Originally, I was just strolling around the periphery of the amusement park and was about to go back.

As a result, he saw Mo Ye sitting alone on a park bench, and Qingque happily went up to say hello.

Who would have thought that the other party didn't respond at all, which made Qingque a little anxious, so he raised his voice a little louder.

Unexpectedly, Mo Ye, who was sitting on the bench, roared instead, which really scared Qingque.

At this moment, the figure disappeared, and only Mo Ye and Qingque were left on the bench.

"A hallucination?"

Mo Ye wiped the sweat off his body and said in a false alarm tone.

But what that person said just now seemed so familiar... I seemed to have heard it somewhere before.

But Mo Ye comforted himself in his heart, maybe it was just an illusion?

"Hey, I'm talking to you. Are you mentally ill?"

Seeing Mo Ye sitting there in a daze, Qingque, who had slowly recovered from the shock, stood up again, looking a little worried.

"Let me tell you, if you feel overwhelmed, I'll take you to see Master Taibu now."

Qingque was also thinking about his good friend. Seeing that Mo Ye's mental state was not right, he hurriedly made a suggestion.

"Sorry, thank you, no need..."

Mo Ye said this reluctantly and apologized, but he still felt a headache.

I looked really crazy just now.

"Alas, mental state is much more important than physical state. If you're not mentally fit, you won't be well for long!"

The great principles that Qingque said are not without basis.

After all, it will not be comfortable to slack off with a guilty conscience.

But the most satisfying thing is to take a break after finishing work!

"I'll just go to the Dan Ding Division tomorrow. I don't want to trouble you and Master Taibu."

Mo Ye stood up and prepared to leave. He didn't want anyone to be involved in what happened to him.

Because behind all this about yourself, there may be a huge secret.

"The Danding Division can't treat psychological trauma. Alright, follow me now. With Master Taibu's Qiongguan Formation, there's no psychological condition that can't be cured!"

Seeing that Deputy Mo Ye was about to leave, Qingque grabbed him and prepared to drag him away.

"Ah, let me go!"

Having just recovered from the irritable atmosphere, Mo Ye shook his hands in annoyance again.

"I won't let you go. If you don't come with me, I'll bite your hand!"

Seeing that the other party was so stubborn and disregarded his own mental health, Qingque had to send him to Fu Xuan to see what was going on out of concern for his friend.

"I don't believe it!"

In the face of Mo Ye's complete disbelief, Wu went straight to Qingque's mouth.

⑺“Click!” Biting sound

"Ah! Are you serious? Are you a dog?"

㈥“Woof woof!”

3 "...Okay, you really are, stop biting me, I'm going with you, I'm going with you, is that not okay?"

Finally, under Qingque's forced request, Mo Ye had no choice but to follow Qingque to Taibusi.

4. Tianbosi:

Chapter 33: Mo Ye's Romantic Luck

In the Taibu Division, Fu Xuan was finishing up the last few documents and while tidying up he looked at the two people who came to visit him.

"So, you came to see me?"

Qingque smiled with his tongue out, while Mo Ye just looked at the pile of documents next to him that Fujiao had finished processing.

Looking up at the pile of documents next to Fu Xuan that had been pushed to the ceiling, Mo Ye's thoughts were like a churning sea.

No, isn’t Fu Xuan’s daily workload so terrifying? With so many documents, even if he works at full energy, he might not be able to finish them in a week?

Oh, no, I don’t do this kind of work.

This level is even worse than Yanqing's 5000-word self-criticism.

The high-ranking officials of Luofu are actually in such a mess, but it is better to say that they are worthy of being Luofu officials.

But think about it, those people are equivalent to the image of the entire Luofu, and they are indeed responsible.

Fu Xuan saw what Mo Ye was thinking, smiled confidently, and said as a matter of course.

"My ambition is to become General Luofu. This amount of work is nothing to worry about."

"Unlike the general himself, every time he reports meeting Jing Yuan, he is playing chess. A dignified General Luofu is so lazy."

After hearing Fu Xuan's complaints, Mo Ye thought to himself, is this something I can listen to?

Of course, it has long been no secret among the six departments of Xianzhou that Fu Xuan wants to replace Jingyuanzhong as General Luofu.

Moreover, this has become a common topic in Tianbosi.

After listening for so long, Mo Ye's ears were almost callused.

"So, this position of general...will belong to me sooner or later."

For some reason, Mo Ye really wanted to ask Fu Xuanju.

Who asked you?

But there is no way, the opponent is Fu Xuan. Even if he is not Taibu, his abilities alone are enough to make me suffer.

"By the way, since Master Taibu's ambition is to become a general, why not expand the scope a little bit?"

Mo Ye asked a question.

"A bigger picture? Tell me?"

After hearing this, Fu Xuan also became a little interested.

"Since the goal is to become a general, why not set the highest goal to become Marshal of the Cloud Cavalry?"

Just like playing a game, the final boss is Marshal Yunqi.

Then, Fu Xuan looked at Mo Ye with disgust.

"...Good question. Do you think you are qualified to be the helmsman of the Tianbo Division?"