Defeat the system! Kiss my little monster!

"It has nothing to do with you." Zhou Yanshu didn't move when he heard this. A dark look appeared in his eyes as he said, "I am no longer your host, and there is nothing for you to gain."

Qi Mohan tilted his head: "You think of me that much?"

Zhou Yanshu scoffed and ignored him, standing up to leave: "I have nothing to say to you, don't bother seeing me out."

How do you know there's nothing of value in you that I can take advantage of?

A cold wind swept over him, and Zhou Yanshu felt a momentary darkness before his vision went black. Suddenly, someone grabbed his shoulder from behind. Zhou Yanshu's expression darkened slightly. In the instant Qi Mohan made his move, he turned to the side and used a clever trick to push him away from behind.

Qi Mohan took two steps back. He raised his eyes and saw that Zhou Yanshu's golden mask had fallen off, revealing a pale, bloodless face beneath, staring menacingly at Qi Mohan.

"Don't think I can't do anything to you, get lost." Zhou Yanshu pointed all the sharp spikes of mental energy at Qi Mohan.

Qi Mohan glanced around, completely unconcerned.

He touched the small scratch on his face that had been accidentally made by his fingertips, and suddenly smiled: "Host, I haven't finished speaking yet. There's nothing of value in you that I can take advantage of, but Yu Zhuo has plenty."

“Greedy.” Zhou Yanshu said sarcastically. After he finished speaking, he stared at Qi Mohan and said, “He has already left. Don’t try to take advantage of him.”

“Really…” Qi Mohan sighed, “Of course I know he left, but after he comes back, I hope he can give me something in return… as a small token of my gratitude for helping you.”

Zhou Yanshu: "...Come back?"

He chuckled softly: "He's not coming back."

Qi Mohan looked at him silently. Zhou Yanshu was even thinner than when he last saw him at the banquet. He had only been in the abyss for a few days, yet he was no different from when he had just woken up—covered in deathly aura, leaving only skin and bones.

“I’ll help you, and he can come back,” Qi Mohan said gently. “It all depends on whether you’re willing.”

Zhou Yanshu's eyes trembled slightly: "You know the method?"

He was isolated from the system world and had no idea of ​​the gate leading to it.

During this time, he tried countless methods to enter the abyss, but it was empty, and Yu Zhuo was nowhere to be seen.

He had to calm down and wait for any possible opportunity.

"I have a little trick, but you'll mainly need the help of the others." Qi Mohan glanced meaningfully at the main entrance. "The people you left behind for me to survive have arrived. They'll help you get there. You need to treat them well and not throw a tantrum..."

He lightly touched Zhou Yanshu with his fingertips, and Zhou Yanshu frowned slightly and immediately withdrew his hand.

"You don't need to tell me these things. I have my own plans." Zhou Yanshu turned around, took a few steps towards the inner hall, paused for a moment, and then asked coldly, "What benefits do you want?"

Qi Mohan clenched his fingertips, his lips still slightly curved in a smile, and said, "The only thing I want is for Yu Zhuo to give me, and I will only tell him. You... you should just forget about it."

Zhou Yanshu sneered: "Who cares about you?"

He walked into the inner hall without looking back.

The interior decorations were largely unchanged from before. While Tamo was in power, the interior was extremely luxurious, but after Zhou Yanshu ascended the throne, he dismantled most of it, leaving only the most basic raw wood and materials.

As for the decorations, they were all left to Yu Zhuo.

Yu Zhuo said he had ideas and prepared a lot, but in the end he still didn't complete anything.

Just like before.

Zhou Yanshu returned to the bedside and looked down at the photos on it. The two faces in the photos were one smiling and one still, and the person on the far side had half-closed eyes and was leaning against Zhou Yanshu in an improper manner.

Zhou Yanshu slowly traced the exquisite face in the photo with his fingertips. He frowned, feeling the oppression in his heart growing heavier and heavier.

Actually, it's not too bad. The face of Yu Zhuo in the photo still exists, which means that he was not destroyed.

A surge of hatred welled up in Zhou Yanshu's heart. He crumpled the photo in his hand into a ball, and also crumpled the image on it into a ball.

"Yu Zhuo..."

Zhou Yanshu felt a dull ache in his head. He gripped the photos in his hand tightly, pressed them under his pillow, and closed his eyes.

After emerging from the abyss, he began to experience unexplained pain from time to time. Perhaps it was because his old injuries had not healed properly, and now that new wounds were piling up, they were triggering other symptoms.

Zhou Yanshu curled up on the bed, his eyes closed, using his mental energy to soothe his nerves little by little.

It is unknown how much time passed before Zhou Yanshu finally fell into a light sleep.

"Ugh……"

A faint sigh came from inside the room, the door opened slightly, and a figure walked in quietly.

Zhou Yanshu was unaware that the things he dreamed about were chaotic and intertwined, accompanied by bursts of noise, making his mind a complete mess.

"Yu Zhuo..."

The figure that had entered from outside had already reached Zhou Yanshu's side. He looked down at Zhou Yanshu's face, which was tightly furrowed and showed a hint of pain, and unconsciously his brows also slowly furrowed.

A faint trace of system energy flowed from Qi Mohan's body. He had not completely severed his bond with Zhou Yanshu. At this moment, he injected the energy into Zhou Yanshu's body, slowly and carefully repairing Zhou Yanshu's severely damaged body.

“Zhou Yanshu… what’s so good about him that makes you so sad?” Qi Mohan knelt on one knee on the edge of the bed, gently stroking Zhou Yanshu’s cheek with his fingertips, and murmured, “And what’s so good about you that makes me upset?”

Zhou Yanshu seemed to feel uncomfortable. His brows, which had just relaxed a little, furrowed again, and he turned his head to lean against the empty space next to him.

Qi Mohan's palm hovered in the air, the cool temperature of his fingertips fading away, leaving him half-stiffly in place.

His eyes darkened, and he suddenly stepped forward, grabbed Zhou Yanshu's chin, and forced him to turn his head.

"I'll help you. I've helped you so many times already, shouldn't you help me too?" Qi Mohan moved closer to Zhou Yanshu, increasing the energy transfer and staring intently at him. "If I'm destroyed too, you won't be able to see me anymore..."

He pressed his hand against Zhou Yanshu's lips, slowly moving closer, wanting to bite the soft flesh there.

[Urgent! Emergency survival shield activated!]