Chapter 767: Comfortable~

Dan Heng didn't take the bait.

His gaze shifted to her face; his ink‑green pupils were calm and distant, as if evaluating a newly appeared Variable.

At the same time, the fox‑ear girl curled in the corner trembled and rose to her feet.

She still kept her hands clasped over her head, her matcha‑green short hair a tangled mess, and the little Command Flag on the side of her hat tilted behind her ear.

She shook her hand to straighten the flag, tugged the brim down a bit, and only then cautiously lifted her head.

A delicate, petite face, round, drooping green eyes watery, with fresh tear tracks at the corners.

Her cherry‑blossom pink lips were slightly parted, trembling with lingering shock.

She timidly glanced at the twitching pile of demon‑shadow corpse remains on the ground, then at the slender silhouette blocking her.

In the shadows, a flash of light flickered deep within those green eyes, utterly discordant with the current timidity, and vanished in an instant.

It was like a bubble rising from the dark current at the bottom of a deep well, the ripple dissipating before reaching the rim.

She raised the little flag to her chest; the red rune on its edge glimmered faintly in the sun, and her tiny face still wore an endearingly nervous expression, cowering behind Dan Heng, unwilling to move.

Perspective shift.

Heimu descended from midair, the soles of his boots striking the stone floor with a crisp sound.

She lifted a hand to press the brim of her Witch Hat, her violet‑black eyes scanning the surroundings; the warm‑yellow cocoon‑shaped chandelier above still cast a soft glow, the branch‑shaped bookshelves with butterfly specimens remained quietly in place, and outside, the Antiling Flower Field trembled gently in the cool white glimmer.

I'm back.

XiaDie's living room.

She nudged the brim upward, her fingers brushing her temple, tucking a strand of gray‑white hair, ruffled by the void's currents, back behind her ear, then lowered her head to glance at her right hand.

In her palm she cradled a translucent cube, about three inches on a side, its material like solidified violet‑black crystal, each of its six faces coursing with fine dark‑purple light filaments.

Inside the cube, a silver‑gray miniature figure moved slowly, arms crossed over its chest, posture still elegant, a composed smile beneath its helm, though its size had shrunk to that of a thumb.

Laigu Shi's lingering joy echo.

Heimu watched the little figure pacing leisurely inside the cube, the corner of his mouth curling into an extremely cold arc.

"Make a fuss. Keep it up."

She flicked the cube's outer shell with a finger; the figure was jolted, flipped over inside, then scrambled up to keep bumping into the walls.

Deleting this guy outright would be too cheap for it.

Once she frees a hand, she plans to launch a dedicated virtual machine in System Space, crank the Time Flow Rate to maximum, and let this guy squat inside for ten thousand years.

She slipped the cube into an inner pocket, patted it, and confirmed it was secure.

Her gaze returned to the short table at the center of the living room.

XiaDie lay across the table, her violet hair slipping from her shoulders onto the surface like two quiet waterfalls, rising and falling gently with her faint breathing.

The ribbons behind her hung quietly on both sides of the chair back, the bud and butterfly ornaments catching a faint glint in the warm yellow light.

Her face nestled in crossed arms, only half of her pale, delicate profile and a pointed ear peeking from her hair visible.

The tip of the ear shimmered with a very faint pink hue.

Heimu walked to her side, summoned the System Panel, and glanced at the data.

All entries have been fully cleared: the fan‑fiction female, the sis‑lover (extremist), and Laigu Shi's implanted module, all deleted, leaving three clean, concise deletion logs in the system journal.

The current status bar shows everything normal.

She exhaled a sigh; the stone pressing on her chest finally eased a bit.

XiaDie is the last one.

From Feng Jin to Ke Lv De La to HaiSeYin to Ti Bao to A Ge Lai Ya to Xi Lian to Wan Di to Na Ke Xia, all the joy entries currently in Weng Fa Luo Si have been fully cleared.

She shifted her gaze from the panel to XiaDie's sleeping face tucked into her arm.

Her light‑purple lashes drooped, breathing even and serene, lips slightly pursed, as if whispering gentle words to someone in a dream.

Those earlier borderline‑flirtatious actions weren't XiaDie's intention; they were the result of remote backstage manipulation.

Now the control is cut, the entry deleted, and the Behind the Scenes Black Hand is tucked inside the cube in her pocket.

Everything has returned to normal.

Heimu fell silent for a moment.

She extended a hand, hovering above XiaDie's head for a heartbeat, then gently lowered it.

She felt a faint cool, supple sensation when her fingertips touched the violet hair, the strands finer and smoother than imagined, the texture slipping through her fingers like icy water.

She began to slowly stroke downward, from the crown to the occiput, then from the occiput to the nape, the fingertips sliding inch by inch along the hair's grain.

A faint violet glow emanated from her hand, the light flickering in rhythm with the stroking, as if scanning something within the hair.

This is a deep scan.

Laigu Shi's echo had embedded an external control module in XiaDie's model data; although it's been deleted, that old fox's residue must be scanned from start to finish to ensure nothing remains.

What she is doing now is raising the system's detection precision to the maximum, scrutinizing XiaDie's data structure inch by inch.

Totally reasonable.

Just proper work.

XiaDie's hair is so soft.

Touching it feels like slipping a hand into a handful of silk just drawn from a spring—cool and slick, each strand obediently curving to the contour of her palm.

When stroking from the crown downward, she can feel a slight warmth at the hair roots, contrasting with the strands' coolness, creating an addictive temperature difference.

The hair at the nape is shorter and finer, its velvety feel tickling the fingertip with a pleasant itch.

Heimu closed her eyes, violet‑black mana flowing quietly at her fingertips, the scan progress bar advancing slowly on the panel.

The corner of her mouth lifted slightly.

Comfortable.

The upward curve solidified.

Heimu suddenly opened his eyes.

She quickly withdrew her hand, and at the instant the fingertip left the skin, a few ultra‑thin violet hairs rose, winding half a turn around her index finger before loosening.

No!

What is she doing!

She is conducting a serious in‑depth investigation!

What was that thought just now!

She pressed the corners of her mouth back to a horizontal line.

Calm.

Inhale, the faint, elusive cool fragrance of the antiling flower pours into her lungs, her chest expands, making her clothes stretch slightly taut.

Exhale, the scent is sent back the same way, her shoulders drop half an inch.

She placed her hand back on XiaDie's head and continued the previous scan.

XiaDie is currently in a non‑conscious state, so her actions would not be noticed at all—incorrect.

Incorrect!

Why is she thinking about this again!

She is not the kind of pervert who takes advantage of someone's peril!