The second dimension life starting from Fuyuki City

No, it feels gay, this is not my style!

It’s impossible to give it back!

What kind of thing is Xinyuewu?!

You can roam around Yakumo House for free and download various resources. You can accelerate unlimitedly, download offline and occupy free resources. Even when playing games under the name of Yakumo House, you can get skins and costumes. As long as you show your identity as Xinyue Five, you will immediately become a father. There is nothing that Xinyue Five can't do. If there is, then continue to recharge and upgrade to Xinyue Six!

That’s right, this is the power of Xinyue members—Xinyue Five, it’s so terrifying!

"It doesn't matter, I have a mine at home—"

Grandpa Mo Yi waved his hand, indicating that the other party should not mind such trivial matters. After all, Yakumo House was run by their own family, and Xinyuewu's level was just the level of dominating the campus.

As a social person, how can you dare to call yourself a successful person without a membership number that was created after Xinyue 6?

"Then I won't be polite, Boss Mo Yi!"

Musashi thanked him happily, and then ran to Kojiro's room like a skipping child, probably to share his happiness with his best friend, to double his happiness. Of course, he wanted to show off more. Aren't best friends meant to show off and bully you to get a sense of accomplishment?

"Snapped--"

After seeing Musashi off, Grandpa Mo Yi casually closed the door, looked around the messy room, and snapped his fingers. Everything in the room came alive, looking brand new under the colorful light.

After quickly solving the hygiene problem, Grandpa Mo Yi went to the bathroom and filled the bathtub with hot water.

Sweat, dust and other things would naturally not appear on Grandpa Mo Yi. Even if they did, it would only take a snap of the fingers.

But for humans, bathing is not just a physical process of washing away dirt on the body, but also a sacred ritual to cleanse the troubles and spiritual dust accumulated throughout the day.

After a tiring day, lying in a pool of hot water, emptying your mind and thinking about nothing is simply the greatest enjoyment in life.

Grandpa Mo Yi is the same. Soaking in hot water is more of a habit and a spiritual enjoyment.

He folded the hot towels into a piece, put them on his forehead, and then lazily lay in the bathtub, looking at the ceiling, thinking about everything. He would not even want a virtuous fairy fox lady, unless he added a white fox lady.

Several minutes later, Grandpa Mo Yi took out his cell phone from his inventory and dialed the number—

"Let youth blow your long hair and let it lead your dreams. Unknowingly, the history of this world has recorded your smile..."

The call came through quickly——

"Moshimoshi, this is the Emiya residence. Who are you looking for?"

Grandpa Mo Yi's original phone number was destroyed when he entered the root. Now he is using a new phone number and dialing the landline of the Emiya family.

I don’t have a specific person to call, and I don’t know who will answer the phone. It is precisely because I have things to look forward to that life becomes more interesting.

Listening to the familiar and sweet voice in the receiver, Grandpa Mo Yi smiled and said:

"It's me, Illya."

“Hey, Onii-chan——”

After receiving the call from Grandpa Mo Yi, Illya's tone was filled with joy, and she asked happily:

"Calling back, what's going on?"

For Grandpa Mo Yi, he has been gone for more than ten years, but for Illya who stayed in this world, Grandpa Mo Yi has only been gone for more than two weeks, and they often call or use communication tools such as WeChat to video contact.

Illya felt a little strange when she suddenly received a call from the other party on her landline. With the popularity of mobile phones, landlines are no longer useful. They are not used many times throughout the year and are more of a decoration than a function.

However, none of this matters. What matters is that the person who called me was my favorite Onii-chan.

"I suddenly missed you a little, so I tried to call the landline to see if it would be you, Illya, who answered the phone."

Grandpa Mo Yi also showed a rare relaxed smile, and said with a chuckle:

"As expected, it's Illya-chan, this is what they call telepathy—"

“Hey hey hey——”

Illya on the phone smiled happily and said coquettishly:

"You're here to cheer me up again, Onii-chan."

"···"

Just like that, the two of them chatted about nothing, enjoying themselves with words that were meaningless and extremely annoying.

——————Asuna’s dividing line——————

What happened today really made Asuna tired.

Although she didn't have a bad impression of Nobuyuki Sugo, the fact that he was brutally murdered still made her feel very bad. The person she saw in the morning was gone just like that.

Later, Xiaolan also mentioned that something was wrong with her mother, which made Asuna feel a little uneasy. She then cleverly tried to test the waters, but nothing serious happened in the end.

After all, she also knew that every woman has a few days every month when she is particularly neurotic, and her mother seemed to have reached these days this month. Coupled with the incident with Nobuyuki Sugo, it was a little abnormal, but also very normal.

But she still couldn't help but feel suspicious.

Is my mother the murderer, or is she being impersonated by someone, or does she know something? In short, all kinds of strange ideas popped up.

Dragging her exhausted body and confused mind, Asuna walked to her room, but she didn't notice that the door handle on the upper right corner of her room wasn't B401, but B402.

I subconsciously turned the door knob and it opened. I wondered if I had locked the door properly when I went out today.

Then he walked in.

"I don't want to—"

Asuna closed the door, shook her dizzy head vigorously, patted her pretty face lightly with both hands, and muttered to herself:

"There's no point in thinking so much, why not find a way to investigate tonight!"

After the same incident, Asuna went to the bathroom to wash her face and refresh herself.

"Bye then, Illya-chan."

After telling Illya about his own affairs and that it would probably take some time before he could return to Fuyuki City, Grandpa Mo Yi waited for the other party to hang up the phone and continued to soak in the hot water.

But not long after, there was a sound of the bathroom door opening next to me.

(In many rooms, the bathroom and toilet are connected, with at most an extra glass partition. Compared with the shielding function, the glass partition is more inclined to the interest aspect. Well, this is the author's conclusion based on his investigation of common hotel apartments.)

Grandpa Mo Yi: “…”

It seemed like I just pushed the door casually and closed it without locking it.

Grandpa Mo Yi really didn't pay much attention to the question of whether to lock it or not. Could it be that someone dared to break into this master's room in broad daylight and do something strange and unspeakable to this master?!

Of course, he also had to leave some opportunities for the girls. This habit was probably a habit he kept when he lived in Emiya's house. Even the door was closed. How could my sister-chan and Illya and the others carry out a night attack!

The moment the door opened, Grandpa Mo Yi began to boldly guess who the visitor was.

Theresa, who is not used to the empty room without me?

Or did Yaezaki suddenly want to ask me some questions about swordsmanship, and was very anxious and impatient?

there is only one truth--

Chapter 471: Asuna Stays Tonight

Human beings’ deepest obsessions, such as dreams, revenge, love, and inheritance, which can be called the meaning of life, often make people most enjoy and persist in the process of pursuit rather than the ending.

Everything has an expiration date, and after its blooming period, it will wither.

Grandpa Mo Yi felt the same way at the moment.

He remained lying on his back, watching with great curiosity, wondering who dared to break into his room, was it Theresa, Yae Sakura, or just a thief.

Just like a piece of chocolate, you never know what it tastes like until you eat it.

"Click——"

The glass door was pushed open and a chestnut-haired girl walked in. Although it was only her profile, Grandpa Mo Yi instantly recognized her true identity.

Isn't that Mingcheng Yui Hina, or Asuna? Of course, the beautiful girl who was fooled by Grandpa Mo Yi into accepting the nickname of Benzina?!

Grandpa Mo Yi had no guard or concerns at all, and the other party acted so rudely in front of him again. All he could say was, he never expected that.

According to the orthodox plot, not only are there beautiful girls taking a bath, but a handsome guy who looks like the male protagonist accidentally breaks in, and then reaps a lot of benefits, and by the way, inserts a flag to show his strategy!

Why do you think it's the opposite?

Could it be that Asuna is the male protagonist?

However, the other person didn't seem to notice what was happening in the bathroom across from the washbasin, and naturally didn't notice the pair of bright eyes staring at her.

Asuna, exhausted and confused, just wanted to wash her face and wake herself up, and she did so.

After rubbing her pretty face a few times, Asuna raised her head, looked at herself in the mirror, and muttered to herself:

"Come on, Asuna!"

Then she used both hands to gently pull the corners of her mouth, making a funny smile, and then made herself laugh without Grandpa Mo Yi understanding, before finishing the task of tidying up her appearance.

Seeing this, Grandpa Mo Yi didn’t know whether he should laugh or not.

Sure enough, maybe the goddess you think about day and night and lick to the end but can't even get a glance from her, is just a crazy woman when she is alone.

"what?"

At this time, Asuna finally realized that something was wrong. Why was there smoke all around?

Then, when he turned around, he met a pair of bright and deep eyes, and a slightly cunning smile on the other person's face.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

As a boy and a host, Grandpa Mo Yi actively and enthusiastically raised his right hand covered with bubbles and smiled:

"It's been a long time, Asuna."

"It's been a long time since I last saw... a ghost!"

Unsure of what to do, Asuna, distracted and dazed, responded subconsciously, but quickly came to her senses and said, looking a little frantic:

"Why are you here?!"

"Still taking a shower?"

"I'm taking a shower in my room, what's the matter—"

The development of the matter was somewhat different from what I expected. According to the script, the other party should have shyly run out in an instant, closed the door, and talked to me in broken words on the other side of the door. Well, before going out, he should have also screamed loudly!

The current reaction is too bland!

Moreover, you even omitted the gesture of covering your eyes with your fingers. That's too much.

Grandpa Mo Yi, who failed in his prank, said with some disappointment:

"By the way, Asuna, how long are you going to keep watching me? Even I would be shy, I guess."

After hearing what Grandpa Mo Yi said, Asuna finally reacted and hurried out, closing the door and returning the scenario to Grandpa Mo Yi's idea. She didn't know whether to leave directly or stay. Her tone was a little strange, probably mixed with a complex emotion of shame and anger, and she cursed inwardly:

"I don't see you being shy at all, bastard."

Grandpa Mo Yi's lackluster response came from inside the door:

“Because my reaction nerves are a little slow.”

Asuna: “…”

I believe you!

Although Asuna knew from their previous interactions that Grandpa Mo Yi was not as honest as she imagined, what happened just now still greatly refreshed her three views!

Even though she didn't see anything, it was too exciting for a virgin like her to see a man taking a bath for the first time.

Well, the distress that had been lingering in her heart not long ago, she didn’t know where it had been thrown to for the time being.

"call--"

Asuna took a deep breath and looked around carefully. She was sure that this was not her room. Her luggage was not there, and even the furnishings and layout of the room were slightly different.

After figuring out your situation, Asuna's face turned even redder.

This time, it seems that I am in the wrong!

If she could, she really wanted to run away.

Why did it have to be him? But after thinking about it, Asuna felt that it was fortunate that it was him. If it was anyone else, it would seem even worse!

That's not right. What's wrong with me? Such a shameful thing should never have happened to me.

Soon, Asuna remembered making faces in front of the mirror to make herself smile, and her shame doubled. She looked around to see if there were any handy tools, such as a hatchet or a chainsaw. She could pick one up and rush in to kill the other person, and then die as an atonement.