"Left front, the stall over there is selling them," Star Illusion Thousand Machine said.
"That’s... walnuts," Mu Hanyan looked in the direction Star Illusion Thousand Machine had indicated and saw a small stall peddling walnuts.
"I know," Star Illusion Thousand Machine quickly spelled out, "Buy some for me, I want to eat."
"...Are you messing with me?" Mu Hanyan’s mouth twitched, her expression odd. Star Illusion Thousand Machine wanting to eat?
"When have I ever messed with you? At the most, I’ve tricked you," the words displayed on Star Illusion Thousand Machine practically oozed with disdain. Google seaʀᴄh novelꜰire.net
...Then you might as well be messing with me.
Mu Hanyan was at a loss for words, not sure whether to be angry or to laugh.
"Less talk, go buy them, I want to eat," the words on Star Illusion Thousand Machine became more and more urgent, showing great eagerness, "I’ve only had this one hobby for thousands of years. Hurry up, I’ve finally recovered enough to eat again. Do it quickly."
The flashing words made Mu Hanyan’s eyes swim; she felt that if she ever got cross-eyed one day, it would definitely be Star Illusion Thousand Machine’s fault, this bastard.
Although Mu Hanyan thought it absurd that something that seemed to be a Divine Artifact wanted to eat—and that it had been its only hobby for thousands of years—she still went to the stand and bought several pounds of walnuts.
"Crack them for me to eat!" Star Illusion Thousand Machine seemed very excited, very agitated.
How did Mu Hanyan know? Bullshit, her chest was getting so hot it could probably fry an egg; how could she not know?
"Calm down a bit, or you’ll get so excited that you won’t be eating walnuts; you might as well have roast meat," Mu Hanyan was so burnt that she almost jumped up and howled, but thinking about maintaining her graceful demeanor, she forcefully held it in.
Hearing that there might be no walnuts to eat, Star Illusion Thousand Machine’s temperature gradually decreased. The words displayed were full of contempt: "Could your meat be even half as good as a walnut?"
Mu Hanyan really didn’t want to bicker with Star Illusion Thousand Machine. As long as it looked down on her, it wouldn’t be satisfied. One day, she would grow stronger and powerful!
So, Mu Hanyan walked on, cracking walnuts as she went and stuffing them into her chest. A small black hole appeared on Star Illusion Thousand Machine’s Star Plate, directly sucking in the walnut kernels. It was clear that it was very pleased and comfortable. The entire Star Plate was soft and mellow, a sure sign it was in bliss.
Mu Hanyan felt that others must think she looked like a lunatic continuously cracking walnuts and stuffing them into her chest. However, not many people on the road dared to look directly at Mu Hanyan, which spared her the embarrassment.
"Does that person have a grudge against you?" Star Illusion Thousand Machine was in a great mood, so it was chattier than usual.
"Yes, from a past life," Mu Hanyan answered succinctly.
"A grudge? Then take revenge. Tell me, how do you want to do it?" Star Illusion Thousand Machine asked. Clearly, it was in a good mood today and was planning to lend Mu Hanyan a hand.
"Of course I’ll take revenge," Mu Hanyan cracked another walnut with a sharp snap, her face darkening and a cold smile emerging as she turned to look at a finely dressed young man by the roadside who was watching her crack walnuts—as if he viewed her as some madwoman. Don’t think she hadn’t noticed the way he was looking at her. As Mu Hanyan’s expression became fierce, she cracked the walnut in her hand with a snap. The young man inexplicably felt a pang between his legs and quickly scrambled away.
"How will you take revenge?" Star Illusion Thousand Machine asked. Given Mu Hanyan’s character, she should really plan carefully, making life a living hell for her enemy.
"One word, do it!" Mu Hanyan’s mouth curled up, speaking coldly.
What? Not following the usual plots? Star Illusion Thousand Machine was a bit confused. So simple and crude?
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