"But the little cook didn't want a reply like Mu Anxiao's.
'Why did you say you didn't know?' she asked.
Mu Anxiao asked, 'Didn't you just say, how was he controlled?'
Mu Anxiao turned her two words into a whole sentence, which the little cook found speechless.
But seeing Mu Anxiao's confused expression, she had to say, 'I'm asking you, what, why did you say,' she said, 'you didn't know.'
'It's nothing,' Mu Anxiao replied perfunctorily, turning her gaze back to Feng Qishi.
The little cook: '...' She sighed deeply.
Zhang Yan's words were also deeply imprinted in Mu Anxiao's mind.
At this moment, she just watched Feng Qishi quietly, her eyes occasionally glancing at the little girl's face.
The little girl pretended not to see Mu Anxiao and said, 'I don't want to talk to cold-blooded people.'
Hearing this, Xu Lan looked down at the little girl who had suddenly spoken and asked, 'What did you do to him?'
The little girl: 'I won't tell you.'
'Are you a monster?'
'I don't know.'
'You don't know what you are.'
'Do you know what you are?'
'I am a Yin messenger.'
'Is a Yin messenger human?'
Xu Lan: '...' He was stumped.
'You are not human, you are just a soul. If you die, there is no possibility of coming back to life. This is your fate,' the little girl said faintly.
Xu Lan had not considered this question. Hearing the little girl say it now, he felt a strange sensation.
Xu Lan: '....' He lowered his eyes, thinking seriously about the little girl's words.
The little girl gazed quietly at Xu Lan's face, then glanced at Feng Qishi who was still punching the green light and said, 'Light cannot be touched.'
'...' Xu Lan looked down and met the little girl's eyes.
'But that is not light.'
Listening to the little girl, Xu Lan quickly looked at the green light and said, 'What do you want to say?'
'Do you think I controlled him?'
'Didn't you?'
'Controlled.'
Xu Lan: '...' The corner of his mouth twitched.
The little girl continued, 'But I didn't control him with any magic. Do you know why?'
'Why?'
'Anyone who sees me will see their past shadows on me. And he,' the little girl quietly stared at Feng Qishi's constantly moving figure, 'sees his past.'
'What do you mean?'
'He appears to be hitting the green light, but in fact, he is hitting himself. He is fighting his inner demons.'
Xu Lan: 'Then why don't I feel anything?'
'You are cold-blooded.'
'...' Xu Lan was speechless.
'She,' the little girl then looked at Mu Anxiao on the other side, 'is also quite cold-blooded.' Saying this, her gaze met Mu Anxiao's.
Mu Anxiao looked at the little girl indifferently, thinking of Zhang Yan's words, and thought that the little girl was definitely not a good person.
Seeing Mu Anxiao's unfriendly gaze, the little girl smiled sweetly.
'Such a creepy smile,' Mu Anxiao muttered.
The little cook walked to Mu Anxiao's side, followed Mu Anxiao's gaze to the little girl, and said, 'It's her.'
Mu Anxiao: 'Do you know her?' she asked, looking at the little cook.
The little cook hesitated and said, 'She often comes to the inn, and she particularly likes to grab the boss by the neck.'
'The waiter?'
'Every time she leaves, the boss cries, cries very sadly. The boss said that seeing her makes his heart ache, it's very strange.'
'Why are you okay?'
The little cook lowered her eyes slightly, 'She said I was cold-blooded.'
'She also said I was cold-blooded,' Mu Anxiao said dismissively.
'You don't feel anything when you see her?' the little cook asked, surprised, as if she had met a kindred spirit and started to smile.
Mu Anxiao was confused, 'What are you smiling about?'
'I always thought there was something wrong with me. Hearing this, I...'
'There's nothing wrong with me.'
'You're cold-blooded and still think there's nothing wrong.'
Mu Anxiao did not agree that being cold-blooded was a problem. She then turned her gaze away from the little cook and said, 'I think I'm perfectly normal, no problem.'
The little cook: '...' She shrugged.
Mu Anxiao glanced at the little cook, then deliberately moved a few steps away, '...'
Seeing this, the little cook was confused, 'Why are you moving away?'
Mu Anxiao stared straight ahead, 'I'm not getting close to you, lest you have another quirk and go crazy again.'
'I won't anymore,' the little cook said, moving to Mu Anxiao's side.
Mu Anxiao frowned, turned to look at the little cook, and asked, 'What are you doing?'
'Thank you for saving me just now.'
Mu Anxiao's mouth twitched, 'Your nerves are indeed twisted.'
'I...'
'You said just now you wouldn't thank me, but now you suddenly thank me. It's a trick.'
'Only you and the boss truly care about me. I...'
'Stop. I don't truly care about you. I'm just doing what I should do. If you were killed by that demon soul, I would be uneasy and have nightmares. I'm doing it for myself.'
'When you were saving me just now, I felt your sincerity.'
'And then?'
'Thank you.'
Mu Anxiao had not expected the little cook to thank her, but since she had said so much, it would be meaningless for Mu Anxiao to say anything more.
Helplessly, Mu Anxiao gave a perfunctory hum.
'You've accepted it.'
Mu Anxiao hummed again.
'Then,' the little cook lowered her eyes slightly, 'do you want to know why I don't feel anything?'
'No.'
'There are many things I have already let go of.'
Mu Anxiao: '...' She focused her attention on Feng Qishi.
The little cook continued, 'Actually, being cold-blooded sometimes troubles me. I...'
As the little cook was speaking, Mu Anxiao suddenly remembered that the nature of demons was cold-blooded.
Why did the waiter have feelings?
This puzzled her.
So, she interrupted, 'Aren't all demons cold-blooded? Why does your boss have that feeling?'
'Many demons are different. Some demons have no hearts, some have hearts, but they are different from human hearts. We only care about ourselves, not others.'
'Selfish.'
'Yes, the boss became more sentimental after his parents died. Before that, he wouldn't feel sad, nor would he be so upset, even if he was upset, it would only be for a moment.'
'How long have you been with him for you to understand him?'
'I don't know him that well. In short, the boss and I are dependent on each other. I wish him well, and he wishes me well. However,' the little cook looked around, 'why hasn't he come to find me?'
Mu Anxiao: '....' She didn't comment, as she didn't understand anything about the demon realm yet.
Of course, she didn't want to understand the demon realm in this regard either."