Chapter 1757: with translation of chapter title

NO. 371: Doing as much as possible is a large amount.

NO. 371: Doing as much as possible is a large amount.

"They left." Yamei said.

"Yeah, they left." Tuohai agreed.

"How was it?" Just moments ago, they were staring at the large screen showing the two ultimate Digimon labeled 'engulfing', but at the instant the words ended, they turned their heads to look at Aomo, who had his head lowered watching the fugitive. Yamei confirmed, "Did the response go okay? My brother's and my performance."

Although the siblings didn't have much chance to directly cooperate with Aomo, they also hadn't missed many opportunities to chat online to get to know each other. However, the understanding gained solely from chatting was also superficial, so the siblings, after the 'performance segment ended,' still felt somewhat uncertain, unable to tell if they had let something slip, and also unable to tell if they had disrupted Aomo's pace.

Especially when Jesmon and Vikemon both seemed interested in Aomo, their friendly attitude itself was already a bit over the top.

Rather than trying to curry favor, wanting to investigate better matched the two's understanding of 'Royal Knights' and 'Heaven's Pole'.

However, Jesmon was probably just purely seeking goodwill, while Vikemon… even though Yamei usually habitually thinks positively about her friends, she still felt it was rather abrupt.

Although I was the one who asked him for help, is this three-eyed Digimon perhaps too focused on Aomo's brother?

Could Aomo's brother really specially attract that kind of three-eyed Digimon? Yamei, whose train of thought is quite unique, thought of Belphemon, which is also a three-eyed Digimon.

But there wasn't time to exchange opinions with his brother; they could only achieve a basic mutual understanding by each sensing something slightly out of the ordinary.

Being stuck in the middle, with friends on both sides, it's somewhat difficult to do.

Between ignoring it and helping one way or another, they chose to give Aomo some cover.

Although this cover looked like ignoring it from both sides, Aomo's approval already proved they had been helpful.

"Not a bad performance; I'll treat you to a meal later."

"Later?" Tuohai was unusually perceptive in this setting, "Do we still have things to do today?"

"Doing it today isn't out of the question, but the seaside gathering might not suit our tastes, and there are a lot of people." Aomo said, pulling up a light screen to let the witch Digimon that had been observing all along pop out with a sneaky, probing motion.

"A lot of people?"

"Besides my girlfriend, there are also the horse girls, and each of our friends and classmates; counting them up, the scale is already huge, almost like a team-building event—ordinary social anxiety sufferers would probably just drop dead."

Aomo said, glancing at the Witchmon, who wasn't socially anxious but happened to be in a very socially anxious state, not even looking at himself afterward and still avoiding gazes.

"Um… are we also causing trouble by being here?"

Similarly glancing at the Witchmon, Yamei, employing the Jidong people's talent for reading the air, probed tentatively, and the response turned out to be Aomo's head shake.

"Not really, it's not quite the right time, but it's also true we've been here too long—even people are about to wake up."

As the words fell, the man who had been sitting quietly at his feet suddenly twitched, then immediately crawled forward and stepped out, reaching into his chest in the preparatory posture for a sprint, even if he grabbed nothing, not pausing as he was about to rush out——

But he rushed into the suddenly appearing black vortex.

Having no time to brake, let alone change direction, he simply plunged into the vortex, and in the next second shot out from a second vortex that had appeared behind Aomo, meeting Aomo's backward‑turning downward elbow strike.

Bang!

The man, who had been feigning unconsciousness for half a minute, had his unconsciousness buff renewed under the pressure of the heavy blow to his abdomen, and collapsed in the siblings' pain‑filled squinting eyes onto the black vortex that had unfolded again at Aomo's feet.

"Come on, let's first take him to see a few officers." Aomo said, raising his hand to sweep the black mist that had engulfed the man before him, gesturing with a hook for them to follow.

"Is that the older sister named Biximon?" Yamei immediately hopped along.

"Is that the Juanzhang of the Teqiju?" Tuohai also quickly followed up, asking.

Still the same thing, since opportunities to meet in person are few and far between, the siblings had learned about Aomo's friends mostly through gossip, grasping the gist, but in reality they had hardly seen any of them.

——Surely we can't count that brief glance at everyone from Aomo's side at the Dream Cup horse race last time as an actual meeting, can we?

That obviously doesn't count in the hearts of the two, who are full of anticipation.

What a pity.

Although they had that eager enthusiasm, Aomo also wasn't very free to keep them company.

When the siblings and the Witchmon were following Aomo's puppet about to step into the black vortex, unexpectedly the puppet, which already had one foot in the vortex, withdrew its foot and pushed out both hands.

"——Eh eh eh do!"

Having been thrown into Hei'an by that, when they saw light again they could already smell the salty sea wind on a sunny beach; the siblings, stumbling and struggling to keep their balance on the sand, instinctively looked back, only to see an innocent‑looking Witchmon scratching its face, floating beside the black vortex that was now closing in.

Of course, there was also an unconscious man beside them.

"Aomo bro, what are you doing?!" Yamei, who had just been giggling, instantly stopped laughing; now she only hopes the black vortex can still transmit some sound.

"Don't shout at people like some commander who refuses to take cover or hide indoors, insisting on dragging people out to watch himself get shot."

Suddenly the responding voice sounded, at first hearing like Aomo, but it also carried a slight childish softness and nasal tone, and moreover it came from behind?

This is……

The siblings turned their heads in surprise, first seeing an empty beach chair, and then a few women seated side by side on beach chairs—Xintiao Qian, Yisamala, He, Qielenina Texas, etc. —and the several other women standing nearby, all of whom they recognized only one‑sidedly, but to say whose voice could match the earlier commotion.

"Lower your heads, don't you think my voice sounds very childlike?"

Xiangyu Yamei: ……

Xiangyu Tuohai: "…I'm wondering about this……"

"Ahhhhh! How cute, little Aomo bro!"

Before he could finish speaking, Xiangyu Tuohai, whose eyes had narrowed and ears covered by his sister's sharp scream, hadn't even had time to stop her when he saw his sister, lacking any sense of distance, already crouch forward and pinch… what looked like Aomo's little boy's baby‑cheek.

"Sis, let go quickly!"

"No! Brother, how can you stand to watch?!"

"I'm not a shotacon, what can't I hold back?! Let go! It's so embarrassing!"

"No! It's you who should let go! You're about to tear little Aomo's face apart!"

"……Should I say sorry?"

Having missed the chance to stop her, now pulling his sister's hand to tell her to let go only deepened the angle of the tug on the child's face; seeing little Aomo already being pulled into a grimace, Tuohai hurriedly released his grip.

His response was two waves of the hand.

"I've already braced myself mentally, but now it's about enough."

Clearly it was Tuohai's hand that couldn't be pulled away no matter how he tugged, yet it was snatched away by a single grab of the little boy's palm; in such a place, Yamei, who is usually adept at reading the wind and adjusting her sails, still put on a regretful expression saying, "Eh, can't we not pinch it?"

Then Little Aomo waved his hand again and said: "If you want a refill, we'll talk when we have time; I'm busy now, you go play with Little Xi and them, Bi Ze and Little Lu and them also got the notice and are on their way over."

Given that Little Aomo's side is completely overloaded with yin energy, the sight of a group of women fighting over the right to use Little Aomo is also terrifying in some sense; they all have female companions, and the brothers who are never short of entertainment options run off at the slightest thing, lacking any spirit of sharing weal and woe.

Even amidst the crowd of well-built people in swimsuits, Xiangyu Takuya, who needs to regain the youthful, inexperienced reactions he lost long ago in the digital world, is probably visibly so, and will soon join that group of brothers.

By then, there will probably be several more Digimon on the beach.

However, those have nothing to do with Little Aomo.

He is currently walking away from the two people and saying: "And I need to deal with that guy."

As he spoke, a Hei'an sorcery portal unfolded beside him again; this time it was to pick up people— the two people hadn't seen Shihuai Ya in the crowd just now, and the two people were unfamiliar with the Dragon Clan elder sister and the Ghost Clan elder sister, who walked out together from it.

Although they were also wearing very pretty, even erotic swimsuits, the solemnity in their brows and eyes still made the two siblings dare not greet them, watching the four people's concise and efficient communication.

"What about him?"

"Yes, I need all the data."

"OK, will be done soon." In Takuya's eyes, it seemed as if he twisted the small, inconspicuous badge on the swimsuit strap, and the outfit instantly became all-ages; Juanzhang Shihuai Ya glanced at the man being hoisted onto the shoulder like a sandbag by the Ghost Clan elder sister.

"But does he have a role?"

"Yes."

"So smoothly?"

"I'm also worried about that."

"Don't be too pessimistic~ sometimes there are times like this." The Teqiju Juanzhang, who handles many cases, saying this also carries considerable credibility from personal experience.

"Or maybe the trouble comes after obtaining the information?" Chen Huijie said beside him with a half-smile.

"It's not impossible."

Little Aomo couldn't really accept Miss Chen's unique sense of humor, but he still spread his hands and said: "Anyway, thanks for the trouble, I need all information related to the Beast Sect, especially the followers' movements, the location and scale of the base—these three aspects."

"Hmm, small matter, with our technology here we'll have results soon; I hope you won't immediately need us to go out again after that."

"I can only say, do your best."

"What an unlovable kid, saying such a boring thing at this age," Chen Huijie sighed, "The flavor of char siu cat is really weird too."

"You're not allowed to say these things while on duty! What's wrong with my taste? Aomo is handsome, okay!" In front of the child, Ms. Shihuai Ya, who usually acts all hesitant and tsundere, didn't show any of that, she pursed her lips and said: "Actually, you, seeing him like this, are you reminded of that person from the Chu family?"

"You're overthinking it."

"That would be best; even when going home for New Year each year, the Chen miss from the capital still has to set aside a day to make a trip."

"Missy, aren't we saying this more and more?"

"Then let's not mention Chu Xinyin, alright, still that coordinate, Aomo, have you adjusted it on your end?"

"Go."

?? tips: The ending is just an Easter egg, not in the same world as the previous book.

? However, Chu Xinyin still exists, after all the previous book from the start was not a soul transmigration, meaning the very existence of 'Chu Xinyin' presupposes that he is a member of Terra; the world's divergence point lies in this book's Terra, where Chu Xinyin, as a child, was kidnapped by traffickers but didn't escape to Victoria, instead running to Letania.

? The Chu Xinyin of the cello line is doing far better than a mercenary trying to look the part (x

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? By the way, it's the 17th, half a month has passed, please give a monthly ticket!

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