Collapse: Black Moonlight Turns White, Popular Four-Star Character

"Little friend, how can I help you?"

A fox lady in work clothes squatted down and asked gently.

When she saw Yannian's androgynous face, a ripple flashed in her eyes. Although they were not open yet, those eyes were extremely attractive.

If I had to describe it, it would definitely be the color closest to the sea.

"I want to buy a good sword as a gift for someone," Yannian said politely.

"How much money does that cost?"

The fox girl laughed silently and reached out to touch Yannian's head.

"I have money."

Yannian opened the backpack, and strings of pearls were like stars in the sky, their grand light instantly blinded the fox girl's eyes.

He looks plain and simple, but he is actually a rich young master!

"Wait a moment, I'll go check the inventory." The fox girl's expression changed instantly. She bowed respectfully, asked Yannian to sit first, and asked someone to bring tea and pastries.

Yannian took a sip of tea.

It is true that money can make the devil work, and without money, it is like a devil shaving his head.

After waiting for a while, the fox girl came to Yannian with an apologetic tone.

"Little friend, I have bad news."

"The swords to be completed this month have all been pre-ordered. Materials and the like will only be available next month."

"Are you in a hurry? If not, you can order next month's batch."

"This is the latest version of the sword manual." The fox lady helplessly put a book on the table.

Beneath his hat, Yannian frowned.

He was afraid that he wouldn't be able to wait until next month. Everything he did now would be wrong. Yan Qing's favorability kept decreasing. A conservative estimate was that it would be minus 500 by the end of the month. Then he would have to go back to the starting point and become a dead fish, starting over again.

This is absolutely not okay—

There are only a few opportunities to go back to the past, and they are extremely precious. Now I have not even spent a month with Yanqing.

There is no guarantee that there will be any accidents later.

"Really... there is no way at all?" Yannian said weakly in a low voice.

The fox lady hesitated for a moment and said, "There is a way, unless you prepare the materials yourself."

"Heaven forges a sword that stands tall and sharp, and the furnace refines gold into steel."

"Material selection is paramount. Only by selecting the right materials and using them correctly can we lay the foundation for forging a 'peerless sword.'"

"Materials." Yannian pursed his lips and put on his bag. "Sister, let me think about it."

Yannian walked out of the Industrial and Manufacturing Department. The rain kept falling, as if telling endless worries.

Sitting on the cold steps, Yannian looked at his calves.

It's not that he doesn't have the materials. The first moment the fox girl mentioned it, he thought of his own scales.

The scales glow with a faint blue light, are soft yet hard, and contain unknown power.

But... I suddenly feel a little sad.

As he recalled, Feiyu, who had forgotten everything, was attracted by Yanqing's warm eyes when he first met him. When he heard him say that he liked him, he felt a sense of confusion in his heart.

Feiyu likes Yanqing.

That's why she got angry when she found out that Yan Qing was actually looking at her own scales.

Yannian smiled slightly, now he is Feiyu.

But I still don't know why I suddenly did a lot of excessive things and even started to hurt Yan Qing.

"If I pull out the scales, they'll grow back, right?"

"Is it possible?" Yannian touched his leg and muttered to himself.

"It's just a little scale. What's there to be afraid of? It doesn't hurt."

"If I give Yan Qing a sword like this, he will probably forgive... me and have a good talk with me."

"As expected...will I be lonely too?"

Yannian seemed to find it ridiculous, and slapped himself with his hand, his words revealing a chill, "Yannian, what nonsense are you talking about!"

"There's only purpose, no emotion."

"As long as I can achieve...the goal." Yannian stood up, his eyes determined, and walked towards a remote place.

An hour later, Yannian's lower body was wrapped in bandages, but blood was still seeping out.

Running into the Industrial Manufacturing Department, Yannian was pale and panting.

"Miss, I have the materials. Can you forge it as soon as possible?"

"Little boy, you--" The fox girl looked at Yannian's legs, not understanding what was happening, and looked horrified.

"I accidentally fell while going home to get some materials."

"fine."

Yannian gave a well-behaved smile.

Hand the two backpacks to the fox girl.

One backpack is a beautiful pearl, and the other backpack is a clean, blue-glowing scale.

On the other side, Yan Qing woke up from the bed, with the sound of rain in his ears. He looked at the clock on the wall in a daze and was suddenly shocked to find that it was already six o'clock in the afternoon. He had slept for so long.

Feiyu hasn’t been fed yet, the little mermaid might starve to death.

Yanqing hurriedly got out of bed and flew to the fish tank, but there was no sign of the little mermaid.

"Fei Yu, Fei Yu, strange, where did you go?"

"I'm hungry. Didn't I tell you to call me?"

"Fei Yu--" Yan Qing shouted. He searched the house but found no trace of him. He was extremely anxious.

His first reaction was, could it be that Feiyu had recovered his memory and was going to start harming people again?

Or maybe he went out to look for food and couldn't find his way home.

No matter which one, Yanqing must find Feiyu.

Picking up an umbrella, Yanqing ran on the street, asking every passerby.

"Excuse me, have you seen a boy? He's about my age, with blue hair that's a little gray at the ends and a little curly."

"He will turn into a little mermaid."

"Didn't you see it? Thanks for bothering me."

"Fei Yu, can you hear me? Where are you?" Yan Qing ran on the path, his voice began to hoarse, and his golden eyes were filled with panic.

If it were in the past, he would have hated it to death.

The annoying guy left his sight again and hurt people everywhere.

But now, he couldn't tell whether Feiyu was pretending or had really become a little fool.

Water splashed everywhere. Yan Qing didn't care about getting wet and searched every place he could.

As time went by, heavy rain began to rage, and raindrops flew all over the sky like thousands of sharp arrows, making it impossible to see the direction.

The wind blew away the umbrella, and Yanqing stood there at a loss.

"Yanqing."

A familiar voice passed by his ears, and Yan Qing looked up suddenly.

In front, a wet child was holding two empty bags, his legs wrapped in bandages, stained bright red.

The child's blue eyes were filled with joy, and his pale cheeks smiled at him.

"I, I went to the Industrial Manufacturing Department and bought you a very good flying sword."

"So... could you please—"

"Can you smile at me?"

One of the magical skills - the self-torture trick, Yannian smiled inwardly.

Yanqing, how should you deal with this?

Use the system to block the pain, and the pain sensation depends entirely on acting.