Chapter 15: A Blessing in Disguise
Facing the corpse before him, Mo Xiu’s expression did not change in the slightest. Only the bloodthirsty red in his eyes seemed to deepen.
The anger and hatred that had been suppressed in his heart since his previous life, along with the impulse to destroy everything, surged up again within him.
What he had always wanted was actually very little—just to live well, and to live as comfortably as possible with Mo Qi in this harsh apocalypse.
Yet the person in front of him had tried to destroy even such a trivial wish.
The greatest mistake Xi Wenlin had made was not his blind self-confidence, nor his persistent harassment of Mo Xiu these past days.
It was that he should never have laid a hand on Mo Qi.
If his target had been Mo Xiu, he might have been allowed to live a little longer.
Unfortunately, he had touched Mo Qi—and that was Mo Xiu’s true reverse scale.
He would never allow anything to happen to Mo Qi, nor could he tolerate the thought that his own poor judgment might have placed the man in danger.
So Xi Wenlin had to pay the price.
Mo Xiu intended to strangle the threat while it was still in the cradle.
After finishing everything, Mo Xiu returned to the room to check on Mo Qi.
The man’s breathing was still steady, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.
Mo Xiu watched him quietly for a long time before finally climbing onto the bed and lying down beside him. He pulled the man firmly into his arms, and only then did he feel a bit more at ease.
“Mo Qi…”
Mo Xiu murmured the name softly to himself.
“You mustn’t let anything happen to you. If something did… I really don’t know what terrible things I might do…”
At that moment, Mo Xiu suddenly realized that Mo Qi was like a key—one capable of locking the demon within his heart inside a cage.
If he lost this only source of comfort, he didn’t know what he might do in this world he already despised.
This world was too filthy, too ugly.
All he wanted was to keep the tiny bit of remaining beauty by his side.
Feeling the warmth of the person next to him, Mo Xiu eventually drifted off to sleep as well.
That night, he had a very long dream.
It was chaotic, filled with many memories—including those from his previous life.
The dream left him feeling utterly exhausted.
Those desperate days of constant struggle for survival, and the endless unreasonable demands from people who tried to squeeze every bit of value out of him, made his mood increasingly irritable.
But later in the dream, Mo Qi appeared again.
Yet unlike what had truly happened in his previous life, in the dream he met Mo Qi much earlier.
The Mo Qi in the dream was still slow-witted, but his condition wasn’t nearly as severe.
With Mo Qi’s help, he quickly saw through the hypocrisy and ugliness of those people.
Together, they left the Shanhe Base and stopped dealing with those annoying individuals.
They lived a warm life that belonged only to the two of them.
Although it couldn’t compare to life before the apocalypse, the days they spent accompanying each other still felt warm and happy.
Unfortunately, a dream was only a dream.
With a sudden scream, the dream ended abruptly.
Mo Xiu opened his eyes and noticed the sunlight outside had already become somewhat glaring.
Listening to the direction the scream came from, he knew someone had probably discovered Xi Wenlin’s corpse.
Mo Xiu knew very well that once the body was found, someone would certainly suspect him.
But he didn’t care.
Handling the matter at night had merely been to avoid unnecessary trouble.
Humans were sometimes strange creatures. As long as appearances were maintained, they could easily deceive themselves.
Mo Xiu’s kindness and softness had long been worn away in his previous life.
He reached out and gently covered the ears of the person in his arms, making sure Mo Qi wouldn’t be woken by the shrill screams. Then he closed his eyes again.
When he opened them once more, it was already noon.
Mo Qi had long since awakened and was quietly watching him.
When Mo Qi woke up, he immediately felt that his physical condition was better than ever before.
Although he had indeed suffered terribly yesterday, it had to be said that he had gained a blessing in disguise.
After surviving the crisis, Mo Qi discovered that his body had been completely transformed.
Although it was still somewhat difficult for his body to fully bear such a powerful soul, his control over the body had improved by more than half.
In other words, even if slowly, he could now move like a normal person.
He could even increase the use of his spiritual sense somewhat—though frequent use would still give him splitting headaches.
Moreover, the new core that had appeared inside his body could help him cultivate much faster.
If he also used contact with Mo Xiu as assistance, the results would be far more than simply doubling the efficiency.
This result delighted Mo Qi greatly.
Looking at the young man beside him who was holding him while sleeping, Mo Qi couldn’t help but smile.
Being transported to such a strange world and losing his powerful strength had originally been extremely unlucky.
But fortunately, he still had some luck.
Perhaps meeting the person in front of him was his fortune—and his turning point.
Neither of them paid much attention to the commotion outside.
After waking up, their attention was completely focused on each other.
Seeing the man staring at him, Mo Xiu smiled gently and reached out to touch his forehead.
Seeing that the man was no longer feverish and that his complexion had returned to normal, he felt somewhat relieved.
“How do you feel? Is there anywhere that still feels uncomfortable?” he asked.
Mo Xiu asked out of habit and didn’t really expect a response.
Yet this time, after he finished asking, the man opposite him paused for a few seconds—and then actually nodded at him and softly said,
“I’m fine. Don’t worry.”
Such a normal answer made Mo Xiu freeze in surprise.
He immediately sat up, suspecting he had misheard, and asked Mo Qi the question again.
The man showed a hint of helplessness and replied,
“I’m really fine.”
“You’re not stupid anymore?” Mo Xiu asked in astonishment.
After all, those two responses and the expressions that accompanied them—even if they were slightly slower—were completely normal reactions.
Hearing this, Mo Qi didn’t feel angry.
Of course he wasn’t stupid. It had just been difficult for him to control the body before.
He nodded lightly, enjoying the surprise and joy in the other man’s eyes.
“What happened? Weren’t you always…”
Mo Xiu wanted to say, weren’t you always a bit slow? But halfway through, he realized it might sound hurtful.
Understanding what he meant, Mo Qi shook his head. For a moment, he didn’t know how to explain.
He couldn’t exactly say that he wasn’t the original owner of this body—that his soul didn’t belong to this world at all.
In truth, he was a Demon Lord from a cultivation world.
It was only because his soul was too powerful and mismatched with this body that he had appeared the way he did before.
After all, he had been a Demon Lord for nearly a thousand years.
Being mistaken for an idiot because of such a reason would be far too embarrassing!
Mo Qi was still struggling over how to explain when Mo Xiu seemed to have no intention of pressing further.
Seeing that the man’s condition had improved, he was simply happy for him from the bottom of his heart.
In a world where no one knew if they would even survive until tomorrow, why insist on knowing the answer to everything?
So after they got up, Mo Xiu helped Mo Qi tidy himself and get dressed as usual.
Perhaps because their days together had already formed a habit—even though Mo Qi could now technically take care of himself—Mo Xiu still didn’t realize that he should let the other man do things on his own.
And clearly, Mo Qi also enjoyed being taken care of by Mo Xiu.
After washing up, Mo Xiu took out some food suitable for breakfast from his bag and prepared to feed him.
When he saw the man open his mouth and wait to be fed bread, Mo Xiu suddenly realized that it seemed unnecessary to feed him like before.
However, when he tried to put the bread into the man’s hand so he could eat it himself, the man opposite him showed a slightly aggrieved expression.
Seeing that pitiful look, Mo Xiu immediately surrendered.
Even if Mo Qi’s condition had improved, so what?
He had been unable to move properly for so long. Even if he wanted to learn, wouldn’t it take some time?
Maybe he didn’t even know how to take care of himself yet.
If that was the case, shouldn’t Mo Xiu do more for him?
Besides, taking responsibility for every aspect of the man’s life gave Mo Xiu a strange sense of satisfaction.
Sunlight streamed through the window and fell across the somewhat pale face of the person opposite him.
The light seemed to coat the man’s pupils with a layer of gold.
Mo Xiu watched as he narrowed his eyes, apparently enjoying the morning sunlight.
He looked relaxed and lazy—completely out of place in this apocalypse.
Taking care of Mo Qi somehow felt like taking care of a lazy, languid big cat.
But if he were truly a cat, he definitely wouldn’t belong to the cute type.
Instead, his appearance was rather handsome and sharp.
Then what breed of cat would that be?
A Maine Coon?
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