The bad value system is measuring values.

Chapter 202 Sunset

This is a desolate island, and the buildings on it are much more backward than those on the mainland.

Zhong Huanli found an uninhabited place and, in the blink of an eye, transformed it into a villa.

Qiao Xiao exclaimed in amazement, "Brother, you must be an amazing immortal!"

She currently believes that Zhong Huanli is a deity, and that his previous disappearance was due to being summoned back from heaven.

Zhong Huanli smiled and said, "Luckily, no one lives here."

They simply cleaned the bloodstains off their bodies.

Zhong Huanli: "Go take a shower first, I'm going out to buy something."

Qiao Xiao obediently replied, "Okay."

The running water washed away the blood from her body, and the unpleasant smell of blood gradually disappeared.

“I killed someone, Zhong Huanli, and I have to pay with my life. How long can I live this peaceful life?”

Zhong Huanli is so righteous, it must have been very painful for her to keep things to herself.

She even forgot that Zhang Lingwan was killed by Zhong Huanli himself.

Qiao Xiao's eyes were cold and devoid of any emotion. Her coldness was different from Zhong Huanli's; it was a dark, damp coldness, the resentment of wandering ghosts from the underworld.

She gave a bitter laugh, "I can't change my fate of being a cursed lone star."

She looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were healed, but the scars hadn't disappeared. They clung to her face like a sticky, mushy substance, making her look disgusting.

"It's so ugly."

After washing up, Qiao Xiao came to the living room and turned on the TV. The news reported that the Lu family's only daughter had been kidnapped, so it seemed that the ship had not yet sailed back.

The Lu family has not yet found the bodies on the ship, but they have immense power and influence, so even if the Lu family hides at the ends of the earth, they cannot escape their grasp.

“I should die, brother. Only when I die can you be truly free.”

Qiao Xiao's eyes instantly turned bloodshot, her crimson pupils filled with fragile tears. "You should be your living immortal, and I'll accept my fate in the underworld."

At this moment, Zhong Huanli heard the system's voice.

"Commander, there have been some changes in the evil world..."

Zhong Huanli said coldly, "Speak plainly."

"The target's affection level has been detected to be 80."

Zhong Huanli's heart skipped a beat, and a blush crept up his ears. He asked incredulously, "What did you say?"

"The target's affection level has reached 80," the system repeated.

80? Does that mean she's starting to like him?

A glimmer of light appeared in his sharp eyes, making him look much more cheerful.

"Soon, once the strategy is successful, I can take her away, away from this disgusting world that is sucking away her luck."

He carried his belongings to a deserted spot and instantly teleported back there.

Upon entering, I saw a thin figure sitting on the sofa.

Zhong Huanli sat down next to Qiao Xiao. "Xiao Xiao, is there anything you want to do?"

Qiao Xiao looked at him questioningly: "What do you want to do?"

Zhong Huanli: "Yes, I want to help you achieve them one by one, to make up for the time you've lost."

Qiao Xiao stared at him intently, her eyes filled with a deathly calm. "Then, brother, let me turn myself in."

Zhong Huanli's pupils contracted. "Xiaoxiao, you know the consequences of turning yourself in..."

Qiao Xiao: "I know I'll die, right? But brother, only when I die will my soul be clean, and only then will I have the face to meet you in the next life."

Zhong Huanli gently smoothed her hair and replied tenderly, "I'll grant you anything you want to do."

His voice trembled; no matter what, he would unconditionally support Xiaoxiao.

Qiao Xiao: "Brother, I smelled the aroma a while ago. Did you buy candied hawthorns?" she asked with a smile, her eyes full of surprise and anticipation.

Zhong Huanli: "Okay, eat as much as you like."

Qiao Xiao took a bite of the crunchy candied hawthorn, her eyes shining: "So sweet." She swayed like a child.

Zhong Huanli smiled indulgently.

A sweet aroma wafted around them, much like their relationship—indispensable to each other, yet tinged with a certain sweetness.

Zhong Huanli didn't want to say anything like confessing her feelings; they desperately needed some peaceful time to fill the days they had wasted.

His confession was too disruptive to his daily routine, and he didn't want his inappropriate actions to cause great discomfort.

Increasing Qiao Xiao's favorability is the easiest thing in the world.

Almost every time a day is completed, her favorability rating will increase by five.

It seems that her favorability rating was full from the beginning, but it was hidden by the system.

The favorability rating has reached 95.

Ninety-five, this number represents that she would die for him.

Qiao Xiao writes novels every day, and Zhong Huanli has even enrolled her in some courses so she can use them when she gets out of prison and takes the college entrance exam.

But brother, I was already eighteen when I did it. I wouldn't have survived. In this world, murder must be punished with one's life.

However, she really couldn't bear to let go. She was afraid that Zhong Huanli might not be able to keep her soul.

These days, Zhong Huanli has been training Qiao Xiao's physique and teaching her the most practical and powerful moves, each one deadly.

As dusk settled and the setting sun sank into the sea, Qiao Xiao and Zhong Huanli stood on the rooftop, a gentle breeze ruffling their hair.

Qiao Xiao asked a question: "Brother, will you be able to find me after I die?"

A hint of sadness appeared on Zhong Huanli's thick, dark eyebrows as she gently said, "I can, Xiaoxiao, I will definitely find myself."

Qiao Xiao turned to look at him, smiled shyly, and said, "I believe you."

Her smile was like a soft hand gently caressing her face, stirring ripples in one's heart. Unconsciously, the setting sun seemed to linger, and the twilight light was absorbed into her gentle eyes.

"Then, brother, what about my memories?"

Zhong Huanli's eyelashes trembled, and a hint of bewilderment appeared on her exquisite face. "Memory?"

Qiao Xiao noticed his emotions, her slightly narrowed eyes dimmed a little, and she smiled sweetly.

"It's alright. There's only one soul. What's so important about memories? Besides, my past memories were too painful. It's not a bad thing to forget them. I just don't want to forget you, brother."

Zhong Huanli's cool voice was filled with concern: "No, I promise."

However, the thing people can least trust is a verbal promise. But, brother, you're a god, no matter what, I believe in you.

A tear slowly slid down her cheek, and at the same time, the sun disappeared and the sky darkened.