The night deepened, with profound darkness enveloping the earth, only the resplendent city stood in defiance of solitude confronting it.
Just like a corporate worker returning ho late at night, Gu Mo happily waved as he opened the door to his residence and said:
"I'm back..."
"Welco ba... Get lost! I'm not talking to you!"
The golden-haired Valkyrie, who anxiously awaited her Divine Artifact's return at the door, was relieved to see the figure she trusted most appear without any anger or sorrow on his face, and she let out a long breath as she smiled and spoke.
However, halfway through her greeting, she heard the gleeful voice of the despicable demon walking in front, and her face darkened instantly.
She didn't want to appear as if she was welcoming this guy.
"The world is so beautiful, yet you're so irritable; this isn't good..." Gu Mo continued with a cheerful deanor, completely unbothered, and instead posed as a mature, calm elder earnestly educating a naive rebellious young girl.
Shooting him a glare, Visakha was too annoyed to speak and gestured for Zhao Ma to co over. Although she believed things should be fine, she still needed confirmation from her most trusted Wishing Artifact and Dao Mark.
The brown-haired, green-eyed youth with glasses followed with a wry smile and sat with Visakha on the living room sofa, where she urgently asked, "Zhao Ma, how are things tonight? No problems, right? None of you got hurt, did you?"
"Rest assured, Lord Visakha, we're all well, no problems here..."
Zhao Ma replied, looking around the living room's layout, feeling a bit reluctant to speak.
Lord Visakha was under soft imprisonnt, but not confined in so dire prison, which was perhaps the only good thing in this otherwise extrely dire situation... Yet the overly subtle and mismatched setting, plus Visakha conversing on the enemy's couch in their house made him feel sothing was off.
— They really aren't here as guests, right...
— This situation is truly too strange...
"That's good, that's good... This guy didn't make you do anything excessive, did he?" Visakha breathed a long sigh of relief, then shot a murderous glance at soone, although Zhao Ma tried hard to act nonchalant, she could still see the fatigue hidden in his eyes.
This was the most common emotion she had seen in Zhao Ma's eyes these days, although there were no casualties, it didn't change the dangerous nature of their work and the hardships of this period... This wretched guy was like the embodint of a capitalist god.
"How could that be... If he did, you would at least feel it, right?"
Gu Mo waved with a cheerful smile at the staircase edge of the living room, "I'm a man of full trustworthiness, you can completely rest assured, I never lie..."
"Heh." Visakha rely responded with a cold laugh.
"Alright, you master and servant can talk well, but mind the ti, only ten minutes..." Gu Mo smiled, glanced at the wall clock, and said, "Also, don't discuss any sensitive topics. You should hope we maintain a good cooperative relationship as this, shouldn't have any misunderstandings..."
Good cooperative relationship...
This guy really had a thick skin.
Visakha tried hard to suppress the urge to roll her eyes, speaking angrily, "You've done enough, I'm already soft-imprisoned by you here, only eting Zhao Ma for a short ti each day to confirm the situation. Now you want to control even our conversation content?"
"It's not control, rely reminding you not to talk about sensitive topics..." Gu Mo's smile was sunny and bright, like a big brother next door.
He didn't think they would be bold enough to discuss plans against him right under his nose, but thought it best to remind them... Moreover, he understood well, in such situations, anyone would find it impossible to accept reality calmly and gracefully.
Gu Mo wasn't too concerned anyway; he was just preparing for one last benefit before leaving, so the only task was to delay things, ensuring Visakha and others' small ideas wouldn't prematurely impact his upcoming actions...
Yes, he imagined once they finally seized a chance to retaliate, only to find Gu Mo had vanished... they would probably feel like punching the air with full force, a discomfort beyond belief.
"Explain what you an by sensitive topics?" Visakha, unaware of the malicious amusent brewing in the mind of the person opposite, asked with a cold snort.
"Like the situation in Syria..." The demon in her eyes chuckled dismissively and held the staircase railing to head upstairs, "By the way, you now only have nine minutes left for your conversation; make good use of it..." while saying this, he waved and went up the stairs.
"Damn..."
The golden-haired Valkyrie silently grinded her teeth, clenching and unclenching her fist several tis.
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