Magical Girl Heavy Dependence

Chapter 64, The Nightingale's Whisper

Upon hearing the name "Sakura," Yan Xi, who had been obediently standing in the background, involuntarily trembled.

President?

The demons actually want to team up with the producer to deal with the CEO?

She had personally witnessed their intimate relationship; how could the producer possibly agree to such an absurd thing?

Her heart pounded, and she mustered her courage to stealthily glance at Cheng Chen. Unexpectedly, Cheng Chen didn't immediately turn hostile. Instead, he abandoned his previous languid demeanor, leaned forward slightly, and his eyes revealed a hint of serious interest: "Tell me about it."

"Does Mr. Cheng know anything about 'Hiyō'?"

"I have a general understanding of them, but I'm not very familiar with them."

"Then you must know that she is already twenty-six years old," Yan Nian said in a deep, somber voice.

At this moment, the sliding door of the room opened, and Yuanxi carried a brand new white porcelain tea set. She walked gracefully to the tea table, knelt down, and poured tea for the two of them.

"Everyone says that magical girls are the chosen ones," Yan Nian said, watching her back. "They don't need to sign contracts with monsters or go to great lengths to feed them; they can advance and gain power without fighting their natural enemies."

"But in my eyes, they are nothing more than a group of pathetic mayflies, fortunate enough to touch the most beautiful essence of this world, but that's all."

Yan Nian slapped Yuan Xi on the back of the head, and Yan Xi couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

Yuanxi's hairpin shone brightly, weaving a layer of firefly light as thin as a cicada's wing, which flicked away Yan Nian's palm.

She turned around, smiled gently, and offered Yan Nian a teacup. The magic behind her slowly dissipated into light fragments.

Yan Xi suddenly lowered her head.

Yuanxi was actually at the third rank, much stronger than her.

Yan Nian raised his teacup and gently toasted Cheng Chen. "The magic in the heavens, the abundant magical power, is fleeting and cannot be held in your hands for long. To have something and then lose it is far more cruel than to have nothing at all from the start."

He was referring to magic.

If you cannot dispel the darkness for me, then why lead me to glimpse the light?

Once someone comes into contact with magic and gets used to using it, being thrown back to the mortal world and becoming an ordinary person with no strength to even kill a chicken is a disparity that can crush even the most resilient mind.

The tragic plight of magical girls is not without reason.

Cheng Chen remained noncommittal, listening to him continue.

"Yincheng is known as the 'Capital of Magical Girls'."

Yan Nian took a small sip of his drink. "Here we have the Magical Girl Association, the Official Affairs Bureau, your Yin Fu Entertainment, and hundreds of magical girls who hate evil and shine like heroes. But the ones who control this city are still the demons, and us."

"In every vital industry, in every key sector, and in everything that can be seen, there are traces of us behind it, more or less."

He gazed into the distance with a sense of wonder, his vision seemingly piercing through the attic to reveal a grander, more expansive world.

"President Cheng is the Demon Lord, and has at least a thousand years left to live. When the magical girls you know are old and frail, you will still be young and vigorous, at your peak... President Cheng, you are one of us, so we are happy to see you join Yinfu Entertainment and take control of it."

Cheng Chen gently swirled her teacup, looking at him through the rising steam: "But?"

"But 'Scarlet Cherry' is an anomaly," Yan Nian said resolutely. "She has preserved her power, and no one knows how long she can maintain it."

"You want to get rid of her?"

"Yan is a businessman; he wants to make money, enjoy life, and seek stability," Yan Nian said earnestly, putting down his teacup. "I want to understand her."

"learn?"

Yan Nian nodded: "Since founding Yinfu Entertainment, Fei Ying has rarely made a move. No one knows how long she can preserve her power, or whether her magic power and rank are still increasing... If she is similar to a demon, we may still need to deal with her hundreds of years from now."

He fiddled with the ring on his finger. "Understand her preferences, her style of doing things, her needs. As a potential client and competitor, the more I know about her, the better—Mr. Cheng, would you be willing to act as a go-between for me, Yan?"

……

Bang.

Jingwei was slammed against the cold bathroom stall door by Zhong Ai, who stared wide-eyed and gritted her teeth.

"You've partnered with the demons here?"

"Each takes what they need."

Jingwei leaned against the door, not even frowning, and calmly looked back at her. "The evil lord is no ordinary demon. More than a month ago, the demon lord 'Raging Dragon,' who had a grudge against him, came to him in a fierce manner seeking revenge. No one knows exactly what happened at that time, only that 'Raging Dragon' became a corpse on a stretcher."

"You know very well that the higher the rank, the greater the destruction. Two fifth-rank demon lords fighting to the death should have caused the earth to shake and even destroyed most of Yin City. But we couldn't even find out where they fought. What does that mean? It means that the Evil Lord killed Honglong as easily as crushing an ant, without expending much effort at all."

Zhong Ai's grip on her clothes showed no sign of loosening, and her tone was unfriendly: "So?"

"Therefore, we will stop at nothing to achieve our goals."

Jingwei replied matter-of-factly, "Before hunting the 'Calamity Element,' we need to understand the enemy's abilities. The more detailed our understanding, the greater our chances of survival. Therefore, we must use every available method to investigate, even if it means cooperating with other demons."

Zhong Ai released her, took a step back, and turned to leave.

"Where are you going?" Jingwei asked.

Without turning her head, Zhong Ai said coldly, "Go find him and tell him I made a mistake. 'Demon Night Spirit' is fake information; there is no such person."

"You want to back down?"

Jingwei's voice echoed in the empty bathroom.

"When I promised to investigate the Evil Lord, you never mentioned cooperating with other demons," Zhong Ai said coldly.

"You knew from the beginning that this would happen, but you still did it according to plan."

Jingwei bluntly stated, "You're the one who brought him here."

Zhong Ai suddenly stopped walking.

Jingwei calmly smoothed out the wrinkles on her collar: "From the moment you saw me, you couldn't wait to show your anger. Because I gave you an excuse, a perfect excuse: 'Jingwei' colludes with the demon, which violates your bottom line, so you can just scold and get angry and then leave with a clear conscience, without having to play the role of the traitor lurking by his side."

"But now that things have come to this, Cang Qing, can you still turn back?"

Zhong Ai bit her lip tightly and remained silent.

"You don't need to lie to yourself in front of me. Go to him now and tell him everything. Out of consideration for your past relationship, he might not blame you. But what about afterwards? How will he see you? Will he treat you as a beloved younger sister, as someone he can trust?"

Jingwei's tone was completely flat. "Besides, do you really understand him? Have you ever seen him fight or kill? What makes you so sure he can tolerate a traitor?"

"It's too late to back out now."

Zhong Ai ignored him and started walking out again.

Jingwei stared at her indifferently.

"etc."

Just as Zhong Ai was about to leave, Jingwei spoke again.

She opened her hand, and a flash of light appeared in her palm, revealing a feather that shimmered with iridescent colors. It was delicate and fragile, with the downy feathers at the edges trembling slightly, as if a gust of wind would cause it to dissipate completely.

"Ying Zhiyu, the reward you requested will be paid to you in advance."

The feathers drifted to Zhong Ai and merged into her body without any hindrance.

In an instant, the previously calm magical power within the heart of "Magical Girl Azure" suddenly surged, almost overflowing.

At this moment, the bottleneck was easily broken, and the second-stage 'Light Bell' broke through to the third-stage 'Radiant Feather'.

"Oh?" Sensing the change in magic, Jingwei raised an eyebrow in surprise. "It seems you and this wand are quite compatible; it likes you very much."

She reached out her hand, and a slip of paper fell in front of Zhong Ai.

"After you leave here, go to the location written above, and then truthfully tell him what you saw."

Zhong Ai clenched her fists tightly.

"Good luck."

Jingwei turned around with her arms crossed, and in a flash, she disappeared.

The tightly clenched fist slowly loosened.

Zhong Ai leaned weakly against the wall, her eyes unfocused.

The moment the "Song of the Nightingale" merged into her body, she suddenly understood the meaning behind the wand's name.

Nightingales are birds that are very good at mimicking other birds' sounds. When songbirds sing at night, they often imitate the songs and tones of their rivals, perhaps because they feel that the songs of other birds are more beautiful than their own.

There will always be females moved by such songs, and once the imitation works, the nightingale will try even harder to woo her with the imitated song.

Over time, they can no longer produce their original voice.

The so-called "Speech of the Nightingale," the name of this legendary wand, actually carries only one other meaning—

cheat.

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