Mu He was stunned and looked at Leng Yanjinmie in disbelief.

Ever since he led his team to dominate two dungeon record lists, people have been adding him as a friend and trying to expose his identity.

However, most people guessed that he was laughing frivolously.

Leng Yan Jinmie is the only person so far who guessed that he was Murong He from the very beginning.

Mu He did not respond because he was too surprised.

And his "no response" was equivalent to Leng Yan Jinmie's acquiescence: "You really are him..."

When saying this, Leng Yan Jinmie's tone was a little complicated, as if he was sighing, but also with a hint of relief.

Mu He didn't know how Leng Yan Jinmie found out, but seeing that he was sure of it, he couldn't play dumb and could only admit it frankly: "Well, I am... Brother, you are so awesome! You can even find out this!"

As he spoke, he took a step forward and hooked his arm around Leng Yan Jinmie's neck.

To his surprise, this time, Leng Yan Jinmie didn't push him away, nor did she elbow him again. Instead, she let him hold her, and then spoke in a somewhat suppressed voice: "I didn't expect you to come back..."

Mu He: "Are you surprised or surprised?"

Leng Yan Jinmie: "I didn't expect you to have this kind of personality."

Mu He: “Hmm?”

In Leng Yan Jinmie's impression, Murong He has always been indifferent and doesn't seem like the kind of person who would take the initiative to flirt with others.

But Mu He gave him a somewhat familiar feeling.

"But it's okay this way." Leng Yan Jinmie quickly figured it out - if this was Murong He's true character, then, as his fan, he hoped he could always stay like this.

Don't suppress yourself like you did before, just do whatever you want to do.

Aren't games originally meant for entertainment? If you can't have fun playing them, what's the point?

Thinking of this, Leng Yan Jinmie turned his head to look at Mu He who was flirting with him and smiled slightly: "Welcome back."

Hearing these four words, Mu He was stunned for a moment.

When he decided to come back, he thought he would be criticized - there would definitely be people who would stand up and accuse him of being irresponsible back then.

But now, seeing Leng Yanjinmie's reaction, he suddenly realized that there was also a group of people who had been waiting and looking forward to his return.

They are not fans of the Qing Kuang Sentai, they are just fans of him.

They know him and understand him. They know his true value and the grievances in his heart, so they will unconditionally forgive his leaving without saying goodbye, and will say to him in a cautious tone when he comes back - welcome back.

It was as if if the sound was a little louder, he would disappear into thin air.

For a moment, Mu He couldn't help but feel a little emotional. When he spoke again, his tone slowed down unconsciously: "Yes, I'm back."

He had wanted to say this for a long time.

When I first entered the new area of Yuling, stood in the demon clan’s novice village, and breathed the air of Yuling again.

While passing through the Adventure Avenue, riding the Night Wolf and running across the endless grassland in the Land of Right and Wrong, his face was stiffened by the wind.

In Yulingli, there are too many of his memories, good and bad - all of which are an indispensable part of his life.

Long before he started playing games, his parents warned him not to take games too seriously and to know when to stop.

He agreed, but failed to do it.

In his eyes, Yuling is not a game at all, but a real world.

Everything in this world is real.

He is real, and his frivolous laughter is also real.

He was deeply attracted by Xiao Qingkuang's posture and temperament, and fell hopelessly in love with him, never thinking about what the person he fell in love with looked like in the real world.

In his opinion, laughing at frivolity is just laughing at frivolity.

But he never thought of confessing his feelings.

Because he knew that the most important thing to Xiao Qingkuang at that time was the league championship, and everything else was worthless in Xiao Qingkuang's eyes.

If he doesn't confess, then he is still Xiao Qingkuang's comrade, an important comrade who can help him win the league championship. @无限好文，全在Jinjiang文城

What if I confess my love?

Mu He didn't dare to think about the consequences.

However, things are unpredictable. Who could have thought that Xiao Qingkuang would say such words to him, which was equivalent to denying his value with his own mouth.

——I thought I could help you, but in your opinion, am I holding you back?

——I thought you at least understood me, but it turns out that it was just my wishful thinking?

Mu He shook his head vigorously.

Even though he is now with Feng Xiyan, he still feels a dull pain somewhere in his body when he thinks back to certain parts of the past.

Yuan Yitong said he was cheap, and he admitted it, he was cheap.

She knew clearly how deeply Feng Xiyan had hurt her, and she knew clearly that her personality might never be compatible with Feng Xiyan's for the rest of her life, but she just... loved him hopelessly.

He tried to resist—he scolded her, he argued with her. But after Feng Xiyan kissed him, he didn't even have the strength to move a finger, let alone slap her back.

His love for Feng Xiyan is like a moth to a flame - even though he knows there is no return, he still stubbornly prays for the last bit of warmth.

You never know when you might end up setting yourself on fire.

Mu He laughed at himself.

What are you doing? Why are you thinking about these unhappy past events again?

Think about more happy things, think about Feng Xiyan’s handsomeness, think about the scent on his body... it smells really good.

Mu He let go of Leng Yan Jinmie: "Let's not talk about the past. I am Mu He now."

"Um."

As if he knew what Mu He was thinking, Leng Yan Jinmie cooperated very well and called out, "Mu He."

However, Leng Yan Jinmie did not know Mu He's feelings for Xiao Qingkuang. He thought Mu He just didn't want to recall the feeling of being "betrayed by everyone".

Indeed, that feeling is a bit too much to bear just by imagining it.

At this moment, a system prompt sounded in the ears of both of them:

【Your friend Suifeng is online. 】

When Leng Yan Jinmie heard this prompt, he didn't feel anything. At most, he thought - Oh, his teammates are online.

Mu He's heart was so shocked by this prompt that it started beating wildly for a while before slowly calming down.

After Feng Xiyan came online, he immediately poked him: [I will finish it. ]

Mu He couldn't help but laugh: [Okay, let's play together? ]

Feng Xiyan: [Yes.]

The two of them formed a team, and after pulling in three more people, they entered a life-and-death situation.

Leng Yan Jinmie is also in the team.

After knowing that Mu He was Murong He, even if Mu He asked him not to mention the past, Leng Yan Jinmie could not pretend that nothing had happened.

He had always been quite cooperative with Mu He, and this time he did whatever Mu He said, letting Mu He command him, like a puppet without self-awareness.

Mu He didn't notice anything, but Yuan Yitong noticed it keenly: "Huh? Leng Yan, you haven't said much today. What's wrong? Are you in a bad mood?"

"No." Leng Yan Jinmie responded, "I'm afraid of interrupting Mu He's command."

Yuan Yitong couldn't help but laugh: "We're not going to break the record this time, so we'll just play casually. We don't have to listen to Mu Tou's orders completely!"

Mu He: "Hey!"

Leng Yan Jinmie said obediently, "I'm used to playing solo and not very good at team battles, so I want to practice more before the auditions start. Mu He's command is very useful to me, so I want to listen to him more."

"Tsk tsk." Yuan Yitong couldn't help but click his tongue, "Why are you so well behaved today? I'm getting goosebumps."

Mu He was very impressed: "Listen! This is awareness! If each of you has his awareness, our team will definitely win the challenge!"

Yuan Yitong: "Come on, do you really think your command is invincible? You play a swordsman, you fight in the front line in team battles, and when you encounter a stronger opponent, you are too busy to take care of yourself, how can you have time to deal with us?"

Mu He: "Tsk, don't underestimate me, okay? I can tell where you are and what you are doing just by the sound. If I were to invigilate the exam, I could catch the cheating students even with my back to the exam room. Do you believe it?"

Yuan Yitong: "I..."

Feng Xiyan: "I believe it." @Infinite good articles, all in Jinjiang Literature City

Mu He: "Hahahaha! Did you hear that? Did you hear that? Suifeng said he believes me!"

Yuan Yitong: I don’t trust your grandma!

Yuan Yitong rolled his eyes and didn't want to pay attention to him.

After a while, Mu He spoke again, talking about the meeting tomorrow: "Don't be late tomorrow! Whoever is late will treat you!"

Yuan Yitong: "I treated you last time, this time it's your turn."

Mu He: "Fuck! Why?"

The reason why Yuan Yitong treated us last time was because he had deceived everyone by dressing up as a woman. It was entirely his own fault.

So, this time, when Mu He was asked to treat everyone, he refused: "I don't have money, I'll just go with the flow!"

Feng Xiyan: "Yes, it's my treat."

Mu He was delighted: "It's happily settled!"

Yuan Yitong rolled his eyes: "Wood, you are becoming more and more shameless!"

Mu He pretended not to hear anything: "By the way, where's Xiao Shu? Why isn't he online today?"

Yuan Yitong: "He's on his way to my house."

"Today... Wow, then you guys will sleep together tonight?" Mu He felt like he seemed to know something?

Yuan Yitong: "...Clear all that dirty crap out of your head. He's just staying at my house for one night, don't get carried away!"

Mu He snorted, thinking that he didn't say anything too extreme, and he didn't know who was the one who really had the wrong idea.

Because he had a face-to-face meeting the next day, Leng Yan Jinmie logged off early.

Before logging off, he said goodnight in the team chat: [Goodnight everyone, goodnight Muhe.]

[Yeah, good night.] Mu He responded very happily, but Feng Xiyan suddenly became alert - why did Leng Yan Jinmie say good night to Mu He alone again?

Before he could ask, Yuan Yitong realized something was wrong: "Hey, Mu Tou, is it my illusion? I always feel that Leng Yan's attitude towards you today is not right?"

"What's wrong?" Mu He blinked, trying to get away with it.

Yuan Yitong: "He looked down on you yesterday, but today, let alone dislike, he's completely at your mercy. A cool and aloof man turned loyal overnight. Is this a distortion of human nature or a decline of morality..."

"Alright, alright." Mu He couldn't bear to hear it anymore. "You're still morally corrupt. You can do what you can... Don't you need to log off and pick up your boyfriend?"

"Ah." Yuan Yitong glanced at the time. In less than twenty minutes, Fan Shu should be arriving, so he had to go meet him. "Then I'll get off too. See you tomorrow."

Mu He nodded and watched the people in the team withdraw and log off one by one, until only he and Feng Xiyan were left.

Mu He was about to ask Feng Xiyan if he was still going to play the game, but before he could open his mouth, Feng Xiyan asked, "You and Leng Yan Jinmie..."

"Nothing happened." Mu He responded before he could finish.

This sentence couldn't solve any problem, and Feng Xiyan felt so stuck and uncomfortable.

He is not a fool. He can see the change in Leng Yan Jinmie's attitude towards Mu He, and he can also see the unusual care that Mu He showed to Leng Yan Jinmie today.

Feng Xiyan knew that Mu He and Yuan Yitong had a good relationship, so he didn't care that Mu He called everyone by their profession when giving orders, but only called Yuan Yitong by his nickname.

But what was Leng Yan Jinmie's relationship with Mu He? Why did he receive Mu He's attention? Was it just because he was a newcomer to the competition?

No, Feng Xiyan does not accept this answer.

He grabbed Mu He's hand.

Mu He was stunned for a moment, then looked up at him in confusion.

Feng Xiyan looked at him and asked again: "Is there anything between you and Leng Yan Jinmie that I don't know?"

Mu He hesitated to speak, his face gradually darkening.

He felt that there was no need to let Feng Xiyan know that Leng Yan Jinmie was his fan, so he didn't tell her.

If Feng Xiyan was really curious, he didn't mind saying it out loud.

I never took this matter to heart.

But Feng Xiyan's current attitude made Mu He feel a little uncomfortable.

What do you mean? I have to report everything I do to you?

Who do you think you are? Do you think you are my boss in other situations?

Or do you doubt me?

Thinking of this, Mu He asked back with a cold face: "What do you hope will happen between him and me?"

Feng Xiyan: "It's because I don't want it that I'm asking you."

Mu He: "So you think there might be something between him and me that you don't want to happen?"

Feng Xiyan: "..."

"Feng Xiyan!" Mu He exploded on the spot, "You actually doubted me! Am I so untrustworthy in your eyes?!"

"No..." Feng Xiyan knew he had said the wrong thing, but it was too late.

He just wanted to know what happened between Mu He and Leng Yan Jinmie, and didn't want to doubt Mu He...

No. Did he really have no doubts?

If he really had no doubts, he wouldn't have asked.

This relationship, which was saved with great difficulty, was so fragile, so fragile that Feng Xiyan felt that she might lose it again at any time.

The more this happened, the more sensitive he became. Many details that he didn't need to pay attention to were magnified infinitely in his eyes, making it impossible for him to ignore them.

"I'm sorry." Feng Xiyan had no way to explain and could only apologize.

However, if apologies are useful, why do we need the police?

Mu He was so angry that he punched him in the chest: "I just started dating you and you're already hooking up with someone else, what do you think I am?! Yes, I'm a bitch! I agreed to date you because I'm a bitch! Otherwise, why would I torture myself! Being hurt by you once wasn't enough, I have to come here to be tortured! I was denied by you, I was kissed by you, and now I have to be doubted by you again!"

"Mu He!" Feng Xiyan grabbed his wrists and pulled him into her arms. "I'm sorry, I was wrong. This time it was really my fault."

Mu He fought back desperately, using his feet instead: "This time?! Are you saying you weren't wrong before?!"

"I've been wrong before! It's all my fault!"

When Feng Xiyan thought that she might really lose Mu He this time, she could no longer care about anything else: "Mu He, I love you!"

"Get out!" Mu He was angry and couldn't be appeased!

Feng Xiyan held him tightly in her arms and kissed him forcefully.

With a "slap" sound - this time, Mu He successfully slapped him: "Feng Xiyan, fuck your uncle! You kissed me once and convinced me, so you think that from now on, no matter what happens, you just have to kiss me?! What do you think of me?! I fucking...ah——"

Feng Xiyan kicked Mu He's center of gravity away, and Mu He lost his balance and fell backwards, screaming and falling to the ground.

Before he could react, Feng Xiyan had already pressed on him, holding his wrists tightly with both hands, and kissed him on the lips.

A familiar, domineering kiss, more intense and deeper than the last time.

Mu He struggled for a while, trying to push the person away, but his hands were powerless.

At that moment, he felt extremely aggrieved and even humiliated - he was a swordsman, but he was suppressed by a priest!

Mu He closed his eyes unable to bear it any longer, from struggling desperately to struggling to death, and finally relaxing his whole body and letting Feng Xiyan do whatever he wanted.

After the kiss, he heard Feng Xiyan's voice, full of guilt but not at all submissive: "I'm sorry, you're right, I doubted you. Because I was afraid, afraid of losing you. This made you unhappy, I apologize, I promise that I will never ask the same question again, and I will never make the same mistake again. Can you give me another chance?"

Mu He opened his eyes, looked at him silently for a while, then turned his head away: "Huh!"