After finishing breakfast, Hei returned to his little pavilion to bask in the sun. However, there were many more people who came to talk to him today compared to the previous few days.

However, perhaps it was due to having a delicious breakfast, Black was in a relatively good mood.

He not only didn't feel upset, but occasionally even retorted a few words.

There were also people from the Xue family who, as usual, sent a team today to persuade him to "go home." For now, Hei remained skeptical about the identity of this Second Young Master Xue and couldn't determine if he had any connection with himself. Based on a normal deductive reasoning, he should have been blasted to pieces in that explosion.

And he appeared completely in a different world. It is hard to believe that it was just luck, and that Xue Ershao, who looks very similar to him, could be the medium that brought him here.

And this kind of medium generally has a certain origin or connection with oneself.

So Hei decided to throw those people outside the city to feed the zombies, while listening to their endless persuasion, occasionally yawning.

By noon, a certain little cutie appeared.

He also brought a lunchbox filled with love.

Of course, it wouldn't be Fei's ticket as fetched by Heixin. The person who came is Tushu. He doesn't have the ability to move like Fei, so he can only take a small stick and intends to poke Fei a little.

The stick had not yet pierced the black arm when it was abruptly snapped in half.

When Tu Shudian fixed his gaze, he noticed that between the originally hanging fingers, there was now a dagger gripped tightly without him knowing when.

Hei slowly turned his head to look over.

Although there was no hostility, Black still didn't allow anything or anyone to approach or even touch him without his consent.

Tu Shu didn't care at all about how the stick was broken. He raised his hand, holding a lunch box, and gestured towards the approaching figure in black.

"Want to eat?" Tu Shu pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled slightly.

Black raised his eyebrows. If he remembered correctly, he had just firmly rejected him earlier. Did he not understand or was he too confident?

Does he really love the former Second Young Master Xue?

However, at this time, it was indeed about time for a meal. Black looked at the thing in his palm and Tree also cooperatively took out a lunch box and placed it directly on the stone table in the pavilion.

With one hand on the eave of the pavilion, Hei leaned over and looked down, seeing the meal placed on the table by the small tree. Hei then glanced again at Tu, who was sitting on a stool, waiting for him to descend.

What is he up to?

Hei released his grip and fell from above. Amidst the gasps of the onlookers, he turned a half circle in the air in a very short distance, landing silently on the ground.

Hei sat down across from Tu Shu and, without hesitation, picked up his chopsticks and began tasting Xiao Shu's craftsmanship.

Oh, it seems like the people here are all quite good at cooking, huh? Hei Dui Tushu looked at Tu Shu with newfound respect.

After all, cooking in a world of darkness is always something more difficult than assassinating a national leader. Therefore, in the world of darkness, those who can cook are considered strong individuals. Strong in different ways, in different fields.

"Fei." Tu Shu softly called out to him.

Hei continued eating without any reaction.

Tu Shu didn't understand why he had put so much effort and thought into cooking lunch for him today. He had cooked for him before, but... he usually found it troublesome and preferred to eat out. Over time, he stopped doing it altogether.

What has he experienced outside that caused such a drastic change in his personality?

Does he really want to break up with me?

Tushu always involuntarily thinks of those eyes, and then starts to recall their interactions over the past couple of years. The more he thinks, the more it seems strange to him. He realizes that he seems to have never truly understood him.

No matter the past or the present, him.