Era of Magic and Martial Arts

Chapter 703: Chapter 633: Happy

This sentence, like a spell.

Precisely struck the deepest human emotion within the cloth doll (or rather, the soul of Feng Yuhuai within her that was constantly being eroded).

The cloth doll continuously eroded and controlled Feng Yuhuai, and in turn, Feng Yuhuai’s various emotions also affected the cloth doll.

Indeed, the cloth doll also has emotional needs, which is the key to completing her own deficiencies.

The body of the "cloth doll" trembled very slightly, a touch of sobbing seeped through the cold synthetic voice.

Like an uneasy child, she repeatedly asked:

"Really, you’re not lying to me?"

A burning hatred scorched Feng Ju’s insides, but his face was so gentle it could drip water:

"Naturally it’s true!!"

His tone was very affirmative, yet carried a slight note of command;

"I never lie to you, hmm... quickly collect these red threads to avoid unnecessary trouble."

He appeared to be fully considerate of the other, and asked with a tone laced with concern:

"The Night Watchers outside, at the office, probably don’t know you’re a monster, right? By the way, how did you deceive the Night Watchers and even become one of them?"

The "cloth doll" unconsciously curled her fingers in obedience.

"Shhh shhh shhh—!"

Amidst a sky full of interwoven crimson threads, a significant portion reeled back swiftly like a receding tide, burrowing back into the depths of the black robe through the sleeves, collar, and other openings, vanishing in an instant.

A third of the red threads in the room disappeared instantly, yet two-thirds remained.

"I don’t really know~"

The synthetic voice carried an almost naive confusion, slightly rising in the end, with a hint of eerie cheerfulness,

"I just woke up... and someone put this black robe on me, and I became a Night Watcher, hehe—"

The most lethal loop of red thread entwined around Feng Ju’s neck retreated slowly like a lazy venomous snake, releasing its bind.

However, countless strands of crimson thread still floated in the air, layered upon each other, weaving into layers of nets with varying density, surrounding Feng Ju.

Feng Ju felt the pressure on his neck slightly reduced, and he stiffly moved his neck, producing a "crack" sound that made one wince.

He reached out, his fingertips gently brushing over the scabs on his neck.

Woke up and became a Night Watcher?!!

This monster thinks I’m a three-year-old, saying such nonsense?!

The cold laughter in Feng Ju’s heart almost burst through his throat, yet his face showed not a hint, instead squeezing out fifteen parts of pride and gratification, with a sense of shared glory.

This manner, reminiscent of countless nights at home praising the counterpart.

"Good! Good! Good!"

He said "good" three times in succession, his voice trembling with excitement:

"You truly are the pride of our family, even after experiencing some mishaps and becoming a monster, you still were valued by the Night Watchers, accepted into their organization, your future is bright."

He trembled as he opened his arms, his voice choked with emotion:

"Good, come over here and let me give you a good hug.

You have no idea how worried I was after waking up, afraid you, a monster, would face danger outside, go hungry or cold, I’ve been desperately searching for you!"

This emotional performance achieved remarkable results.

Listening to Feng Ju’s familiar tone and open arms, the "cloth doll" unconsciously shuffled half a step forward, and the red threads in the air immediately reduced by another third.

Yet, the moment the tip of the foot touched the ground, it snapped back as if scalded.

The black mask lifted again, facing Feng Ju, speaking in a ghostly tone:

"You really don’t blame me? And you’ve always been looking for me?"

Feng Ju’s alarm bells were ringing loudly, yet the look of affection on his face was as unyielding as a rock, nodding emphatically, tears squeezing out of his murky eyes:

"Of course, I am the one who loves you the most, how could I possibly blame you, I wish I could dig out my heart to show you!

I truly have been searching for you every day, constantly thinking of you!"

The cloth doll seemed a bit at a loss from this overwhelming "fatherly love".

Yet, she didn’t completely lose her senses, as the red threads unconsciously tangled into knots between her fingers, a synthetic voice floated out eerily, posing a question that almost broke Feng Ju’s facade:

"If that’s truly the case, then why didn’t you want to... when Feng Mu invited me over for a late-night snack?"

A late-night snack that night?

Whi... which night?

Oh~

The night I was killed!!!

Feng Ju nearly forgot about that late-night snack, but recalling it now, he felt a bit unable to hold it together inside.

Please, you had just killed me that night, and you still wanted me to treat you to a late-night snack?

I "didn’t want to"... isn’t that as natural and obvious as it gets?

Now, you’re turning it around and questioning me for "not wanting to"...?

Blaming me?!!

Even the smooth-talking Feng Ju was silenced by the "cloth doll’s" bizarre question.

He opened his mouth, as if his throat was stuffed with congealed cotton, even his breathing was blocked.

His face grew alternately green and white, the loving look in his eyes was almost unsustainable.

No, under any normal circumstances, no one with a sane mind would ask such an insane question.

In this moment, Feng Ju finally clearly recognized a terrifying fact— the monster before him, its mind had more or less... a colossal disorder.

Its way of thinking had deviated from humanity.

No, perhaps this monster’s mind already had a bit of a disorder before becoming a monster, but I just hadn’t noticed?