Four Split Personalities

Motan finally told the truth. In the face of such a straightforward question, it was really difficult for him to dodge with any other reason. If it were a question, it might also arouse the other party’s suspicion.

"Ooh!"

Ji Xiaoge hesitated slightly but still didn’t look away, still staring at Motan, whose forehead was sweating: "Why didn’t you pull me up?"

"Huh?"

"I mean, at least help me up! The ground is so cold, my wings cramped!"

"Oh oh!"

Motan snapped back to reality, sheepishly pulled Ji Xiaoge up from the ground.

"You..."

Ji Xiaoge puffed up and lightly punched Motan, but didn’t continue on about the ’accident’, instead she gently massaged the middle of her wings while humming: "So, what’s with the skull thing?!"

Motan quietly let out a sigh of relief, asking as calmly as possible: "It means... that’s your own face, right?"

"Face?"

The girl gently poked her cheek, bursting into laughter: "Of course it’s my face, what else? Oh, right! Mor, do you want to send me a photo of you outside the game, then we can swap heads — my sister is really good at photo editing!"

[I bet ten to one your sister would graft my head onto a paramecium or something... no, if I dared to send a photo, by tomorrow morning, she’d probably come here with a knife...]

Motan felt his stomach twitch and quickly shook his head: "No, no, that sounds terrifying just thinking about it."

Yeah, no doubts here, sending a photo of ’Motan’ would definitely be shocking, without fail.

"Humph! Sometimes you are really no fun!"

Ji Xiaoge smacked Motan with her non-cramped wing but didn’t insist further, just pouting: "It’s my face, so what?"

Motan shrugged, speaking clearly and brightly: "So, your earlier comment about being ignored because you’re pretty makes no sense. It sounds like that prettiness isn’t actually yours."

Ji Xiaoge blinked: "Huh?"

"Many people easily fall into this trap where they believe others act a certain way because of something specific. The most noticeable examples are wealth and appearance."

Motan turned to glance at the slightly bewildered young girl beside him, laughing: "I’m not saying that mindset is wrong, but it is somewhat extreme. Take love, for example. Do you really have to ruin your looks or squander your wealth to find true love? So others won’t be attracted to your money or appearance?"

"This..."

Ji Xiaoge opened her mouth but said nothing. However, she probably already understood what Motan meant to express.

"That’s a pathological view."

Motan shook his head, saying calmly: "Family love or romance, and certainly including our very existence, are multidimensional in my view. For instance, Night Song, you are not just your personality; you are also your appearance, your likes, physical abilities, manners, family, and so on. Saying that being pretty makes you ignore your true self is like suggesting that this beauty is not part of you. I cannot agree with that viewpoint."

Ji Xiaoge gave a little cough, chuckling awkwardly: "You flattering me like this will make me shy."

Motan glanced at her, speaking softly: "I’m saying you’re dumb."

Ji Xiaoge: "..."

"Indeed, it’s not pretentiousness, just pure dumb and stubborn thinking."

"..."

"You can’t expect others to like every part of you, but likewise, you can’t demand that others dislike any part of you. Of course, you always have the right to refuse."

Motan rubbed his temples somewhat vexedly, saying with notable helplessness: "But for someone as pretty as you... don’t look at me like that. I’m just telling it like it is. People like you inevitably have a bit more trouble, so you should be more open-minded. You can’t just bear the troubles that come with beauty and reject the benefits it brings, can you?"

Ji Xiaoge sighed, absent-mindedly fluttered her wings, mumbling softly: "I feel like you’re just arguing, and not at all enlightening..."

"The reason you feel that way is that you actually already know everything I’m saying."

Motan cut off Ji Xiaoge unceremoniously, speaking earnestly: "This is also why I say you’re dumb and stubborn. Do you understand?"

The girl bared her teeth at Motan like Ya Ya, pretending to want to bite.

"A lengthy argument is possible, anyway. I consider myself capable of talking for days and nights, interpreting those words from all angles to make you happy, but it would actually be pointless."

Motan laughed lightly, blinking at Ji Xiaoge, who was pouting: "Nevertheless, if you want some practical advice... how about focusing more on who tolerates your flaws rather than who longs for your strengths?"

"Humph, you finally said something sensible, though it does sound a bit like a cliché."

Ji Xiaoge made a face at Motan, then suddenly clapped her hands: "Oh! Speaking of clichés, I just remembered, I tried cooking up something late this morning..."

"Night Song!?"

"The main ingredients are fresh wild bird meat and something that looks like tea tree mushrooms!"

"So what kind of bird? What kind of mushroom?"

"I don’t know!"

"Don’t... don’t know?"

"I drank a little myself, the taste is weird but not bad."

"Honestly, I suggest you find time to visit a hospital, to check your taste buds and..."

"This cup is your share!"

"Stay back!"

"Oh, don’t be shy~"

"Do you misunderstand what shy means?"

"Oh, don’t be afraid of dying~"

"That’s not something you can’t be afraid of!"

"I don’t care! I’ve obediently listened to you and stopped making things for others to eat. You must drink this soup!"

"But your soup is still bubbling with purple bubbles!"

"Because I did some heat preservation, isn’t it normal to bubble?"

"Bubbling is normal, sure, but red soup bubbling purple isn’t normal!"

"... Don’t mind the details!"

"You hesitated for a second there!"

"I told you not to mind the details, now open wide!"

"No, Night Song, don’t — mmmph!"

...

Thirty seconds later

Motan, whose scale color finally returned to normal (it had been orange-yellow just now), exhaled a breath, stiffly turned to glance at the girl’s rather tense small face: "Not... bad. Although my scales changed color after drinking, the texture is actually okay, and the taste isn’t too sharp."

Ji Xiaoge looked at Motan suspiciously, frowning: "Really? You’re not fooling me, are you?"

"I can only tell the truth, so I couldn’t be fooling you, but..."

Motan, who had finally evened out his breathing, tugged at the corner of his mouth, speaking seriously: "Still, you shouldn’t give it to others! Besides sashimi and dishes I am certain are absolutely harmless, don’t let others eat it, well, Anthony doesn’t count, he can probably digest it."

Ji Xiaoge, feeling particularly wronged, pouted: "... Oh."

"Wang Badan also doesn’t count."

"..... Alright."

"Night Song."

"What’s up?"

"Thanks for all your hard work lately."

Suddenly changing the topic, Motan’s comforting smile emerged, warmly: "You should be able to take a good rest soon, right?"

Though a bit puzzled why the other suddenly brought up this thing, Ji Xiaoge still enthusiastically nodded directly and rapidly: "Uh-huh! Even though the conference is nearly over, there’s still time to have a lot of fun! Let me tell you, during this period, I’ve actually done a lot of recon — found many fun places... ah! Right!"

Motan tilted his head, eyes flashing with a hint of amusement: "What is it?"

"Didn’t I promise earlier that once we weren’t busy we’d gather properly with Yu Chen! We have to hurry!"

"Uh, is that so..."

"But Motan... uh, I mean Hei Fan seems to have some competition these days, how about I arrange after tomorrow? You have to join, okay, since you guys were getting along so well before?"

"This... it’s manageable..."

"Then it’s settled!"

"Mm..."

Motan nodded reluctantly, then—

[You heard it, it’s decided then.]

He didn’t turn to find the bug he had seen earlier, one that completely ignored the effects of ’Expanse Mirroring Mirror Incense, ninth generation’, and smiled cheerfully to himself.

Chapter 1293: End

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