Really? I'm fighting the Dark Emperor.

Chapter 360 Very Good Temper

She walked out the door and then turned back. Mi Yaxing was sitting on the edge of the bed, coughing and covering her neck. Hearing the noise, she barely managed to hold it in.

He was wearing pajamas that the servants had hastily prepared, which didn't fit him very well. Huangwu stared at him for a while, and just as he was about to speak, he suddenly forgot why he had come back.

“Oh,” she suddenly remembered something else, “stand up for a moment.”

He stood up.

The other person was still staring at him, seemingly lost in thought.

"That's weird."

"What?" He didn't understand and subconsciously asked back.

He didn't receive a reply from her, and in the moment of stunned surprise at her approach, he was enveloped in a slightly cold embrace.

"you……"

He wondered if she had remembered something; he wondered if the system had malfunctioned in this regard... He considered a million possibilities, but the moment their eyes met, his fantasies shattered like bubbles.

Huangwu frowned in confusion.

"Hey, I didn't mean to force you to do anything." She spread her hands to show her innocence, then reached out to wipe away his tears.

Then again, if she really forced him to do something... "It doesn't have to be this painful, does it?"

They signed the magic contract so decisively.

Or did the spirit summoner put some kind of weird magic on her again, causing people to cry whenever they hug her?

It should not be.

She wiped her eyes a couple more times, feeling like the tears would never end, and she just happened to have very little patience.

"It's okay, just consider the past as the past."

Most likely, it's the death of a family member with whom he has no emotional ties; a hug would trigger his key memories.

For example, his mother hugged him before she left.

“Yes, I know,” he said, trying hard to calm himself down. “I just have a sore throat.”

Upon hearing this, Huangwu suddenly felt a pang of guilt.

Feeling guilty, she hastily wiped away her tears again.

The tears stopped flowing, and he stood obediently in place, while that strange feeling rose from the bottom of her heart again.

If I can't remember, I'll just give up.

In short, if it's not about the weird feeling of jumping into the river with her, then nothing else matters.

After she left, the servants came in and brought him water and medicine. A short while later, as he stared blankly at the curtains, trying to communicate with the system, there was a knock on his door.

The person who came was his target—Carrington.

"Lord Miya Star, your glasses."

He accepted it, thanked her, and understood the original reason why Rui Bu Si had turned back halfway.

I don't know what I was thinking, but I suddenly hugged him.

Having completed his mission, Carrington did not leave immediately: "Would you be interested in accompanying the Demon Lord to the human world for a few days?"

"Me? Can I?"

She doesn't trust someone so easily.

"If you wish, the Demon Lord will agree."

Carrington didn't say much, so Miya Xing didn't ask: "Then I'll try my best."

"If you don't need anything else, I won't bother you any longer."

"Mr. Carrington, I have a question that I'm quite curious about."

He used the same title as Rui Bu Si, and after a pause, he revealed a perfectly timed expression.

"Go ahead and ask. I don't think I'll offend you with your next question."

"Why would you, as a vampire, stay with the Dark Clan?"

“Lord Miya Star,” he smiled. For the first time, Miya Star realized that vampires could be so kind and gentle. “I’m not young anymore.”

"What does it matter where someone like me goes, as long as I can have a place to go in this universe?"

Will people be driven away by vampires if they are too old?

Miya Xing nodded, realizing that getting information from Rui Bu Si was a better way to complete the system task.

The next day, after a not-too-bad meal, he strolled around with his servant, inquiring about news of this "past."

"Shortly after our wise and mighty Demon Lord and the Dark Emperor appeared together, plunging the world into darkness," the statement automatically skipped over the other four spirit stone forms, "the Quark Clan just happened to have a change of Great Elder."

Surprisingly, this servant was quite knowledgeable about the outside world.

"The newly appointed Vance continued the strategy of the previous Quark Clan Elder and successfully signed a magical contract with the Dark Emperor. The two clans agreed to maintain peace between them."

The servant had his own opinion on this:

"However, I don't think this can be considered a merit of Vance. They've already gone this far. Even a dog could have signed the contract if they had taken office."

Miya Xing, who knew nothing about these things, promptly agreed. Receiving affirmation, the servant spoke with even more enthusiasm.

"It's been less than a year since the contract was signed, and we don't know what the Emperor was thinking, but he destroyed the newly signed contract, which caused the Quark Clan to hold meetings and build something... Moe... Moe Academy? Yes! That's the name!"

"Moe Academy..."

"Yes, sir, you know about that too?"

"How long has the Moe Academy been built?"

"Two or three years," the servant said uncertainly. "These princesses and cute knights can't possibly fight us, so I haven't paid much attention."

Two or three years ago...

So this place is four hundred years ago, a time before the present.

Four hundred years...

A cold wind blew by four hundred years ago, making him shiver.

"Are you cold, sir?" the servant asked immediately, hoping that Miya Xing would say he wasn't, because she had forgotten that she should have brought an extra layer of clothing and didn't know where she could get him a suitable coat.

“No,” Miya Xing pursed her lips, “You know quite a lot.”

"Not at all. After all, I used to live in the area where the black and white tribes meet. I was lucky, though, because the two tribes never really fought there. But sometimes they both wanted to take care of that area, and sometimes they didn't, making the surrounding area a mess."

She immediately launched into a long-winded explanation: "Sigh, the consequence of no one managing things is that people of the same race or different races who don't like each other often run into each other on narrow paths. They might lose a hair in a few fights, but if we get touched by those colorful magic spells, we'll all die. Luckily, Goddess of Fortune protected us. At that time, the magic spell was about to touch the tip of my nose when the wise and mighty Demon Lord descended from the sky and dispersed the magic spell with one move, ending the chaos between the two groups. That's how I survived."

It's hard to say how much of this is exaggerated.

"It was also the goddess of fortune who blessed me once again. The Demon Lord took a liking to me at first sight, and from then on, I lived a life without fear of hunger and with plenty of food and drink."

Miya Xing couldn't say how much of it was embellished.

"Is Lord Desolation of the Wasteland ...

“Of course!” Her eyes lit up when she mentioned the desolation. “The adults almost never lose their temper, unlike the others—” she said, accompanied by a shaking of her head and a clicking sound.

"Don't worry, although those ignorant outsiders say that the master is capricious and unpredictable, even if you really make the master angry, you might not even have time to react before your head is chopped off. The master won't torture people."

This sounds like a good thing?

"What are you talking about? You seem to be having a good time."

"Greetings, Lord Demon Lord!" The servant knelt down abruptly, as if he had drunk some kind of magic potion, his mouth stopped spouting beans, and he couldn't even speak properly anymore, "We were chatting."

Huangwu glanced at the sky.