Chapter 432: Waves Rising Without Wind (4)

Majiang put in quite a bit of effort following behind Luo Qi to explain the current situation. Du Zhengyi being suddenly sent away was a very normal matter—normal, ordinary, usual, common. Luo Qi could not remember how many synonyms and near-synonyms he had heard from his mouth, and he could not stop a cold sneer from appearing on his face.

Du Zhengyi would not meet with any accidents; this was just a temporary business trip.

Du Zhengyi would return very soon; he would return once the work was finished. Perhaps in a day, perhaps two; in any case, it was impossible for him to leave without saying goodbye and be gone for years.

This situation was more or less that Majiang had failed in his negotiations with Liu Li and could only come to Luo Qi to open a second front; Luo Qi did not want to pay him any mind.

You need to be more mature now; Du Zhengyi is not your toy, you cannot hold Du Zhengyi like Peter Rabbit to sleep.

Luo Qi stopped abruptly deep in the corridor, turned his head, and looked coldly at Majiang.

Majiang immediately felt a bit of regret; he had spoken without thinking. He did not actually want to blame Luo Qi at this time; it was truly because he had already said so many kind words, yet Luo Qi kept silent and gave him no feedback, so he had lost his composure. He could not help but want to say that Luo Qi had always been so unwilling to improve, and Du Zhengyi had always been the one indulging him. Of course, he wanted even more to say that the Qionglin were idiots who couldn't understand the situation, and what was worse was that when he was too angry to think, he had said this sentence in front of Liu Li. Saying such things solved no problems; the result was only being kicked out of the office by Liu Li.

He looked down at Luo Qi, suppressing the nerve that was constantly jumping on his temple, waiting for Luo Qi to argue with him like a bastard. The situation was so terrible, his pressure was high to a certain degree; he couldn't handle the Qionglin, so he could only let Luo Qi endure, pinning his hopes on Luo Qi being able to take more abuse. But in fact, Luo Qi was a weapon of mass destruction, and the Qionglin were still tapping on this super landmine like idiots; he was not a bomb disposal expert but was currently stepping on the landmine, and the pressure was unimaginably high. So even though he knew it wasn't actually Luo Qi's fault, he couldn't help but angrily wish that Luo Qi could be more self-reliant, because they... they were all at their wit's end, okay?

"Do you know? Except for Du Zhengyi, almost all Mages are as cold as the Qionglin." Luo Qi said softly; his gaze was not exactly malicious, but being stared at like this was not comfortable for Majiang. He still tried to reason with Luo Qi, to reason that Luo Qi must pull himself together at this very moment. Before he could start speaking, Luo Qi said another sentence, "Social Darwinism."

Majiang was distracted, the words he originally meant to say vanished from his lips, and he asked in confusion, "What?"

There was no helping it; Luo Qi always said such strange things. He had delved too deeply into the society of ordinary humans. This resulted in him not looking much like a Mage even now, even though he could scare a group of Mages to death. His line of sight, his perspective, the expression on his face, and his subtle movements were all vastly different from a standard Mage.

Luo Qi would not answer him, so he dismissed his own curiosity, "You will have to separate from Du Zhengyi sooner or later; there is always some distance between people. To put it bluntly, can't Du Zhengyi have some affairs of his own? You need to be independent sooner! Are you expecting Du Zhengyi to leave a bedroom for you in his house when he gets married in the future?"

To his surprise, Luo Qi was not provoked. Majiang saw ripples surging in those black eyes like churning black ink, yet he looked at him quietly; he didn't even know how Luo Qi controlled his emotions. He even had a bizarre thought: could it be that Luo Qi had already perfectly overcome the problem of the missing Anchor Point? And had just been hiding it without saying anything? But there was no reason to do that at all. If Luo Qi was suppressing his own mental world, the result might only be the buildup to a higher Critical Point, leading to a super explosion.

Majiang did not dare to approach Luo Qi's mental domain directly like a reckless novice doctor; instead, he hid his own Yajian deeper, then tried his best to evaluate Luo Qi using primitive methods.

"They used Du Zhengyi; no matter what method they used, Du Zhengyi had no choice, otherwise he wouldn't have just left like that." Luo Qi said, his expression looking surprisingly thoughtful, which made him appear very calm.

"And then? You aren't planning to chop off their heads, are you?" Majiang said irritably, "Besides, most of them have already left, left, departed the Highland, and rolled back into the mountains."

Luo Qi ignored Majiang's words; a huge sense of loss had already swallowed him. He tried his best to isolate the submerged parts, leaving only a small Mental Space to face the outside world, while simultaneously using an emotionless Sub-consciousness to handle the current logical thinking. He actually wanted to talk to Majiang; he was very clear that Majiang was on his side, and Majiang was at least fairer than the others. But a storm had been raging in his mind, and there was so much he wanted to say that he didn't know where to begin.

He bit his lip and threw one last sentence at Majiang, "I hope he is sleeping well." Before Majiang could grasp his meaning, he flashed into his room and slammed the door shut behind him.

Majiang knocked twice outside the door, "I'll just say it straight, Luo Qi, don't eat everyone's brains!"

Luo Qi walked to his bedside; Du Zhengyi's book was still thrown on the bed. A genuine one, a paper-printed book by humans that he had gotten from the city. He walked over in a daze and picked up the book from the bed; it was actually a copy of Jin Yong's *The Smiling, Proud Wanderer*. He himself could no longer remember why he had suggested Du Zhengyi read it; perhaps it was to mock him, or perhaps it was just said on a whim. Perhaps Du Zhengyi was interested in understanding what those bullshit things he often said actually meant; perhaps Du Zhengyi was actually just an interesting ordinary person.

He sat down on the bed, suppressing the anger in his chest.