What, Is Scratching Your Feet Against the Heavenly Law?

Aha directly got handsy with Yan Huan, curiously touching him all over.

"Huh? What's going on? Impossible!"

He had previously forced his power onto others, but this situation had never occurred.

Now, he couldn't take the power back.

"Kid, what trick did you pull? Give me my stuff back, you hear me!" Aha pointed at Yan Huan and yelled.

"Give back? Give back what?" Yan Huan looked utterly bewildered, shaking his black trench coat in confusion.

"I, Yan Huan, have always been a pure and upright flower. I wouldn't take your things."

"Bullshit! You dare to double-cross me?"

"While I don't know what you're talking about," Yan Huan adjusted his collar and said seriously, "I assume I've become the new Aeon of Joy?"

Aha: "..."

The Aeon of Joy couldn't fathom why his foolproof method had failed on this guy.

Even the power he had embedded was completely severed, lost without a trace.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Yan Huan frowned. "Are you perhaps disrespecting me, the Aeon of Joy?"

"Go to hell!" Aha roared and kicked Yan Huan off the stage.

"What the hell? How could this happen?"

He looked left and right, trying to see if any other Aeons were there to cause trouble, but he was still deeply disappointed.

Suddenly, he remembered Nanook's last words and looked up sharply.

"..."

Nanook had once said this kid was dangerous.

He never expected him to be this dangerous.

"You're really fucking amazing," Aha said, word by word, looking at Yan Huan, who was picking his feet below the stage.

At this moment, Yan Huan was still picking his feet as if nothing had happened, casually tossing a piece of dead skin that landed near March 7th's mouth.

March 7th: "..."

She had come to check on Yan Huan's condition, but clearly, there were more important things to do now.

Yan Huan, sitting on the ground, suddenly felt a shadow cast over him.

He looked up blankly.

"What's up?"

In the familiar hospital room.

A person and a dog lay side-by-side on two hospital beds.

Peipei, who was nearby, couldn't help but ask with concern upon seeing Yan Huan brought in again:

"Ang ang~ (Little Brother Yan Huan, why are you back here?)"

Mummy was speechless. He shakily raised his hand and pointed at his two legs, which were hanging and covered in casts:

"General Peipei, look, I'm back to keep you company again. These two legs are my medals of honor for serving the corporal."

Peipei: "Ang~ (Little Brother Yan Huan is so thoughtful.)"

Peipei: "Ang ang ang~ (Just tell me, who beat you up this time?)"

Yan Huan: "..."

Mummy shifted his shoulders, wanting to turn over, but then remembered his legs were in casts and hanging, so he couldn't move at all and had to give up.

He said helplessly:

"Do you think dead skin is really that toxic?"

Peipei: "?"

Footsteps could be heard from outside the hospital room.

"March, he knows he was wrong, so don't be mad anymore," Dan Heng persuaded.

"I won't listen! How many times has this happened? First it was grape seeds, now it's dead skin. Who knows what he'll throw at me next?"

"Oh dear," Himeko chimed in. "There definitely won't be a next time, don't worry."

March stomped into the hospital room, with Dan Heng and Himeko following behind, afraid she might get angry and have the casts redone.

"Oh, you're a mummy again?" March 7th said, arms crossed, still upset.

"March, you're here. Come, come, have a seat."

On the bed.

The mummy struggled to wave its arms, beckoning to March 7th.

"Hmph."

Seeing how pathetic Yan Huan looked, a large portion of March 7th's anger dissipated, and she plopped down on the edge of the bed.

But she still lifted her chin and huffed, "See if you ever lose strange things again."

"Third Sister, you're really blaming me unfairly," the mummy said innocently.

March 7th: "What do you mean?"

Mummy: "Actually, it's all fate. Think about it, I just casually tossed it, and you happened to arrive. See how coincidental!"

March 7th: "So you deserved to have that cast put on."

Mummy: "..."

At this moment, Dan Heng also sat on the edge of the bed and said sternly, "Yan Huan, the Aeon of Joy has already left."

The mummy nodded:

"Damn, finally got rid of that great Buddha."

Dan Heng: "But he said the way to summon him is still effective, so you can call him anytime you miss him."

Mummy: "..."

To be honest, when the Aeon of Destruction came, he had no choice but to summon the Aeon of Joy to have them duel it out.

It was a case of fighting poison with poison.

But in reality, he didn't want any deep contact with an Aeon at this stage.

Because he couldn't win.

Not being able to win meant being put in a passive position.

"I don't think I'll ever look for him again in this lifetime," the mummy grumbled.

Dan Heng nodded, "I think that's for the best. If the Aeon of Preservation, Clope, were the one to step in, it would be much safer. But with the Aeon of Joy, there are just too many uncertainties."

Himeko also sat on the edge of the bed.

She said softly, "Yes, trusting the Aeon of Joy is inherently a very dangerous thing."

The mummy was silent for a moment before speaking, "So, it's socially acceptable for me to nervously pick my toes, right?"

"Acceptable, my foot!" March 7th grabbed a pillow and smacked it at the mummy's face.

Himeko advised, "Yan Huan, promise us, no more picking your toes in public from now on, okay?"

Dan Heng also chimed in, "Yes, that's not right."

The mummy frowned, "What, am I breaking heavenly laws by picking my toes?"

Tens of days later.

Heavy snow fell as Dan Heng and March 7th stepped onto a vast expanse of snow.

Suddenly, they realized someone was missing.

March 7th turned back and yelled, "Yan Huan, what are you doing? It's so cold here, and you're taking off your shoes?"

Yan Huan, at this moment, was sitting on a rock.

His eyebrows were covered in ice and snow, his hands trembling as he held his ankle, frowning at his toenails with nail clippers.

"You guys go ahead. Is it really that big a deal for me to trim my toenails? We're not allowed to pick our toes on the Space Station, and not on the Express either. Now that we're on an unfamiliar planet, it should be fine for me to trim my nails, right?"

"..." Dan Heng and March 7th were speechless.

Because Yan Huan was strictly forbidden from picking his toes, he hadn't touched them since leaving the infirmary.

He was practically bursting.

March 7th said dismissively, "Hurry up, hurry up, we'll wait for you here."

Yan Huan waved his nail clippers away.

"You guys go ahead, I still need to file these after I cut them."

"Why on earth are you cutting your nails in this blizzard!" March 7th shrieked, her eyes wide with disbelief.

"Don't you think this has a certain mood to it?" Yan Huan raised an eyebrow.

The cold wind howled, and March 7th couldn't help but huddle deeper into herself. Just from standing there talking, snowflakes had already begun to cover her head.

"Ahhh, I'm freezing! Dan Heng, let's go, I can't take this anymore!" March 7th quickly turned and ran into the distance.

Dan Heng exchanged a look with Yan Huan. "Then I'll go scout ahead with March. Make sure to catch up soon."

"Yeah, yeah, I got it. How long can cutting my nails possibly take?" Yan Huan said impatiently.

An hour passed.

Two hours passed.

Three hours passed.

Four hours...

In the biting wind, a snowman discarded his nail clippers, blew on his now gleaming nails, and said in a deep voice:

"Finally done. See, I told you it wouldn't take long."

"Huh? Where are my shoes? Buried in the snow somewhere."

As the snowman frantically searched for his shoes, he suddenly heard a long-lost electronic chime.

[Received phased Lie Flat reward: Key of the Gods - Thousand Worlds' Passage (incomplete version)]

[Received phased Lie Flat reward: Key of the Gods - Black Abyss White Flower]

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