Chapter 1176: NO. 80: Do Not Speak Impropriety

NO. 80: Do Not Speak Impropriety

Regarding the dream, it has already changed by now.

The change is that the former Aomo Lindun, while awake, never knew the reality of the dream, and often in his daily thoughts found it strange that certain habits in life ought not to be.

Living habits naturally include how one treats others; the most outstanding aspect is undoubtedly the softening and even intimacy toward Ling's attitude.

It's not hard to suspect, not hard to guess, and there's no one to blame.

After all, amidst all that unknown, there were still those two cycles of dreams that left a deep impression even without memory, forcing him to admit he was blessed with waking from a dream with no memory.

Leaving aside whether it's inevitable of the dream, or a blessing from Ling, these past few days' dreams have indeed become distinctly clear.

Especially when there is a Chazuo in the dream.

A Chazuo with the outline of Zhouri Ningjing inevitably makes the demon person think of the skyscrapers of bygone days.

The so-called talk of wild souls is, upon inspection, merely jest; these two sisters' souls are so abnormally intertwined, inseparable, that even when one sleeps, the other can walk in the dream in her posture and fluctuations.

And the most ironic thing, without doubt, is that Zhouri Ningjing notices nothing when Chazuo logs her in from elsewhere.

Yet after she by chance enters Chazuo's perception, she can be seamlessly taken over by it.

Although the younger sister is indeed a top student in spirit-medium studies and naturally possesses excellent spiritual sensitivity, able to do what ordinary people cannot, Zhouri Ningjing, whose constant state has always been that of a wandering soul, cannot even guarantee her own agency; it's hard to say whether this is truly embarrassing or the result of overindulgent leniency toward her sister.

Of course, the latter is actually still quite embarrassing.

Like saying "after relentless effort becoming a woman's plaything," if you bring it up with her, she'll likely respond with an attitude of "none of your business, I'm happy to do it."

Thus Aomo simply never brings it up with her.

Even if she sends a message early in the morning saying she had a strange dream, woke up with some inexplicable memory, as if she had been wandering in some bizarre place…… Aomo would only reply with one sentence:

【What do you want to say? Do you have a crush on me?】

Then she'll send back a string of profanity that needs to be harmonized.

Then the terminal screen will start to haunt.

But this is just a minor problem.

After all, Aomo Lindun still carries a considerable divinity, roughly speaking also a demon god.

Even if this demon god has undergone no study or training, and doesn't really know how to use the portion of his power purified by divinity, the passive effect of his heavy divinity likewise enables him to easily suppress wandering souls that have left their bodies.

But speaking reasonably, if early in the morning someone sends a message saying what you had in last night's dream, any other male of the same age would also have this thought.

The difference between Aomo and them is merely knowing the truth but not wanting to expand on the topic.

Otherwise?

Let the other party know that Chazuo is contacting him in the midnight dream to play?

Then he really would have to ask Yalikexisi for rent.

Always lounging in his terminal watching the spectacle and jokes; when necessary, shouldn't he give himself a hand with the cyber female ghost?

Morisen is his foster father, just sitting there occupying memory, doing nothing, quite normal; roughly speaking, that also counts as cyber support.

Aomo once hoped he'd attend a hacking class, but merely thought him too idle in daily life.

This mindset is like seeing college students staying at home during a long vacation; parents constantly tell them to go out, exercise, find something to do.

All that can be said is that the Lindun family's parent‑child relationship is indeed this upside‑down, from someone's life to afterlife, always thus.

But such mutual support in life and afterlife is also a common scene in contemporary society's parent‑child relations, obviously not including Yalikexisi Kailifu.

Although in a sense Yalikexisi is also like a foster father to Xi, or the kind of relative who rarely comes home but each time brings pocket money and new toys, always an improper uncle, who gives you very relaxed and happy memories of getting along.

But all this, under his not merely deliberate guidance but ultimately ruthless betrayal, turns into an exceptionally complex emotion.

"Next time you help me block it." Aomo said to the screen.

"The witch beast doesn't know its limits; my foster father lacks this ability; this task, after consideration, only you can do."

"Heh~ I thought you'd keep ignoring me."

Usually they also exchange quite a few words, but since Yalikexisi is almost never heeded by Aomo, now finally being greeted voluntarily, he doesn't feel any smug triumph, instead continuing to put on a light‑hearted, easy‑going elder's demeanor: "That woman couldn't possibly cause you any trouble, right? Is it really necessary to make special arrangements for her?"

"Or are you just wanting me not to be idle?"

These days Yalikexisi has often observed Aomo interacting with Morisen and has picked up on a few things.

As for that, Aomo merely shook his head.

"Nothing has to be done just because it's necessary; if it were necessary, I should have just let Gultet re‑arrest and take you away."

"Terrible~ terrible~" in a tone that can't hide his laughter, Yalikexisi's habitual way of speaking carries a sneer: "I should thank Xiao Xi for finding a boyfriend who isn't exactly law‑abiding~"

"You really ought to thank her."

"Given that the parties concerned choose to ignore it, even if I were her boyfriend, I wouldn't intend to make this decision on her behalf by claiming to collect a debt for her."

"Hahaha," hearing this, Yalikexisi couldn't help but burst into genuine laughter: "What debt? She was clearly relaxed back then, wasn't she?"

"Liberating oneself, devoting to darkness is just as comfortable; you should also know that I gave her a period of utmost ease, and she in turn brought me that genuine pleasure, so we ought to be equal."

"For you?" Aomo retorted, not bothering with this person's earlier repetition of his role‑song lyrics.

Even back at Azalea Terrace, Aomo had played their respective role‑songs for Yutai and the gang; some, thin‑skinned, quickly resisted, while others, pleased, wanted to use them as alarm clocks or phone rings.

Yalikexisi certainly wasn't on Aomo's sharing list; merely, the federation's internet information is so developed that he himself can easily find it and then join that satisfied crowd.

Usually, when there's nothing else, he'll hum a couple of lines.

Considering the lyric "When the crimson sky dyes black / Deep crimson sky stained with blackness" appears frequently, and he deliberately pauses at the pronunciation of "Xi" to treat the scene as a metaphor for a person.

That is entirely the model of a lecherous old man who lures girls into avenging society, and it only increases his deviance in Aomo's eyes.

It can be said to be quite kimo.

"Well, well, shouldn't the focus be on exchanging rather than personal wishes?"

"Unfortunately, I think the focus is the personal wish you cast aside—namely, whether it's voluntary—" the youth, expressionless, stir‑fries the ingredients in the pan, "it will directly take effect in the judgment of values, and lets me feel no shred of approval toward you."

"Even if we are essentially the same kind of person?"

"I can't agree; I suppose you've grown accustomed to judging the whole from a part."

Having seen too many so-called Aomo who are not what they seem, my notion of what counts as a peer keeps shifting; people resemble each other often, but calling them peers is less accurate than saying they are peers in some respect.

Everyone is multifaceted, and each facet may possibly reflect something in others.

Just as he shares some similarities with Telexisi, Wang, Qielinna, and others, he feels it wouldn't be right to call them peers.

The more contact one has, the more differences one notices; Aomo, who has had frequent close contact with Qielinna these past few days, feels this especially deeply.

It's not about any XP disagreement; just that the more we chat, the more we can notice differing views among all sorts of topics.

Besides seeking common ground while reserving differences, there's no other way—you can't just be completely indifferent and resort to underhanded tactics like that guy.

"Alright, then let's not talk about that."

"Right now, on the contrary, Yalikexisi has stepped back."

"Your emotional control is something Xiaoqian can't match at all, and it also means your mindset is deeply entrenched—oh dear, Xiaoqian will probably be led around by her boyfriend from now on~"

"Saying that now is especially ironic."

"Oh? What? Is there something I don't know... happening?"

"You mean to say you want some fun, right?"

Aomo, who can read emotions from Ultraman's face, can also see from a stiff iron-masked face the look that says 'tell me more.'

"How could that be? I'm just worried about you."

Classic tea‑talk left Aomo simply silent.

This silence is less about not wanting to please the other person and more about the matter itself being something best left unsaid.

Upon waking, I saw two pioneers trying out training mode, one of them even picking up his phone to display screenshots of practicing the training‑mode techniques…

It could be said literally: after relentless effort he became a woman's plaything.

Such a thing is obviously impossible to say to Yalikexisi.