Xiao Chongyan’s senses snapped back as he heard his voice.
Zhu Ying placed the plain congee she had prepared in front of him. "Eat."
Then, she turned and went back into the kitchen, emerging with another bowl of identical congee.
Seeing he hadn't touched it, she asked with a hint of surprise, "Why aren't you eating? Aren't you hungry?"
Then, as if remembering something, she added, "Or are you still holding a grudge about me hitting you at noon? Don't get it wrong, you hit me first. Who told you to hit me first?"
Xiao Chongyan: "..."
She was as annoying as ever.
But it was a relief. Judging by her words, she hadn't been reborn. She was still that foolish and malicious woman.
"Eat quickly. I'll cook tonight, and you'll cook tomorrow. Get up early, you hear me?"
Xiao Chongyan looked down, silent.
"Look at you..."
Her tone was filled with an indescribable disdain. It was precisely this disdain that allowed Xiao Chongyan to start eating with a clear conscience.
Since he hadn't been reborn, he still had a chance.
To start over, he couldn't be harmed by her again.
The two of them quickly finished the thick congee Zhu Ying had made. It wasn't very filling, so they each ate three large bowls.
Zhu Ying hadn't known how much rice to use, so she had put in the same amount as for regular rice. One could imagine how much congee it made.
After they finished eating, the sky had completely darkened. The room was pitch black. Zhu Ying sat on the sofa for a while. Throughout this time, neither of them spoke.
A moment later, she stood up. "I'm going to sleep. You get up early tomorrow to cook, and then we'll go out to find food together."
As she reached her room door, she turned back to instruct, "I want instant noodles tomorrow morning. You just need to boil water in advance. Call me when it's ready."
Xiao Chongyan mumbled a muffled reply, "Got it."
They had to go out tomorrow.
Did that mean he could find an opportunity to repay her kindness with malice, to let her taste what it was like to fall into a horde of zombies?
Once this thought surfaced, it refused to disappear. It was fueled by his hatred. He remembered being torn apart by zombies in his previous life, barely surviving, only to be sent to the operating table. He remembered the clear sensation of being dissected, of being cut with a knife for research...
The rage in his heart almost burst through his chest.
He was determined to get revenge.
He would kill this wicked woman, and that two-faced woman as well.
They all deserved to die!
Zhu Ying was unaware that the target of her meticulously planned conquest was currently plotting her demise.
Even if she knew, she wouldn't be afraid. After all, he couldn't beat her.
【Mission target's blackening value increased by +10, current blackening value: 85.】
Zhu Ying heard this just as she lay down on her bed.
Her expression stiffened. "Why is it so high?"
The system replied helplessly, 【He's reborn. He's been through that. He might as well want to destroy the world.】
The subtext was that it wasn't surprising for the blackening value to be so high.
If it were anyone else, they would probably want to destroy the world.
"Didn't he do that in his previous life?"
The system: 【...】
Can't argue, can't argue.
In the end, whatever her host said was always reasonable.
Zhu Ying suddenly remembered something. "Haven't I checked my status panel in a long time? How much merit points do I have now?"
The system also realized that things it used to frequently refresh for other hosts were now completely irrelevant because the current host didn't care at all.
She had been busy with missions, and it seemed like she hadn't refreshed for two worlds.
【Yes, host, please wait a moment. I'll refresh it for you to see.】
【Name: Zhu Ying】
【Gender: Female】
【Race: God】
【Merit Points: 6558193954】 Sudan Novel Network
【Faith Points: 9132393954】
【Mission Department: Conquest Department】
【Possessed System: 007】
Although it had felt the power of its host before, 007 was still shocked by the latest data.
The accumulation from two worlds was 168,925,491. This was comparable to saving the world. In fact, in the game world, Zhu Ying had helped the true world consciousness reclaim its position as the Heavenly Dao, which was equivalent to saving everyone in that plane.
If she hadn't been so low-key and unwilling to reveal her identity, her faith points would probably have doubled on this basis.
But even so, it was astonishing.
"How much is it now?"
The system quickly snapped back to attention, happily counting and replying, 【Host, excluding your original points, you now have 169,393,954 merit points. Estimating based on the average of the current three worlds, you'll have 8.8 merit points in at most 15 worlds, and you'll win our mysterious grand prize!】
Zhu Ying wasn't interested in his grand prize at all.
All she was thinking about was whether she could collect all of his fragmented soul in so many worlds.
If not, after this so-called mission ended, how would she go about finding the remaining fragments of his soul?
As this thought flashed through her mind, Zhu Ying's resolve immediately strengthened.
3,000 worlds, ten thousand years, a hundred thousand years. It didn't matter. She was immortal and could not die. She had plenty of time.
One day, she would find all of his soul fragments, create a body for him, and then personally ask him what happened back then.