He remembered everything.
Missions at Jujutsu High. Life at the Apartment. That escape plan. The struggles at the Shrine. And.. what on earth has he been doing in this godforsaken place for these past two months?!
Claiming kingship and dominance. Seizing territory. Even making people call him Rabbit King.
And, even kidnapping men to be his Princess!
Tu Bai's gaze fell upon Gojo Satoru's face—the face he had just thought looked "somewhat familiar" now looked more familiar than ever.
That face was looking at him, his Blue Eyes filled with a hint of surprise, a touch of.. amusement?
Tu Bai wanted to die even more.
He looked around again—all thirteen members of the Phantom Troupe were staring at him. Hisoka stood atop the Garbage Heap, trembling with excitement. Then there were his subordinates, peeking out from a distance.
Everyone heard it. Everyone saw it.
The Rabbit King screamed while clutching his head just now, like a Rabbit who had its tail stepped on.
Tu Bai felt his face was burning.
He subconsciously raised his hand to cover his face, but halfway up, his hand brushed against his ears—they were standing up, frizzy and unable to be tucked back.
He looked down at his belly again. It was slightly protruding; that was the "Baby" he had carefully nurtured over these past two months.
He looked down at his clothes again—the Rabbit King's attire, loose Black Clothes, with a tattered belt tied around his waist that he had dug up from somewhere.
Then he thought back to the words he had said before—
My Princess.
He is also my Child's Father.
Rub here, the other side too.
You are older than me.
Tu Bai froze completely.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he couldn't utter a single word.
Only a more wretched wail squeezed out from his throat:
Ah—
Then he moved.
Construction Technique, full release. Silver Light exploded from his palm, turning into a dense cloud of dust that instantly enveloped the entire Battlefield.
"Cough, cough, cough—" Someone was choked by the dust and began coughing.
In the clouds of dust, Tu Bai turned and ran.
He ran incredibly fast, with four legs—no, two legs, but his speed was as fast as a Rabbit. Unleashing his full Demon Power, he charged recklessly into the depths of Meteor City.
Run, run, run, run, run!
Must run!
How embarrassing! It's so embarrassing it's reached another world!
He doesn't want to live anymore!
Gojo Satoru's voice came from behind, drifting through the dust and smoke:
“Xiao Bai!”
Tu Bai ran even faster.
---
The dust and smoke cleared.
The members of the Phantom Troupe stood where they were, looking utterly bewildered.
Uvogin rubbed his eyes. "Where did they go?"
Nobunaga frowned. "Ran away?"
Feitan withdrew his Nen and let out a cold "tsk."
Phinks stretched his arm: "Are we still fighting or not?"
Chrollo said nothing. He looked toward the direction where Tu Bai had disappeared, a thoughtful glint flashing in his eyes.
That person's ability is very interesting, that silver-haired man's defense is also very interesting.
"That's enough for today," he said.
Uvogin was stunned: "Not chasing them?"
Chrollo shook his head.
No need to chase them," he said. "They will come back.
The others looked at each other and said nothing more.
Hisoka stood on the Garbage Heap, looking somewhat disappointed.
Ah~~ He ran away~~" he drawled, his Voice stretching out, "I haven't finished hitting that big apple yet~~
No one paid him any mind.
In the distance, the Fortress Guards looked at each other in confusion.
The Rabbit King ran? The Rabbit King abandoned them and ran?
Then what will they do?
---
Tu Bai was sprinting through the Garbage Mountain in Meteor City.
He didn't even know where he was running, he only knew that, by instinct, he wanted to get as far away from that place as possible.
The Garbage Heap under his feet was uneven and full of pits, causing him to nearly trip several times. He didn't care; he scrambled up and continued to run.
His brain was a chaotic mess.
Those memories flashed back like a movie—
When he lost his memory, he sat on the Throne and had Gojo Satoru massage his waist.
He lifted his clothes, letting Gojo Satoru massage his chest.
He bit Gojo Satoru's pectoral muscle and even gave it a lick.
He even said, "You are older than me."
Tu Bai was running when his feet suddenly went soft, he nearly tumbled into a pile of rotten rags.
He steadied himself, his face turning even redder.
Good heavens. Just let him die.
And those even earlier memories—
The escape plan. False Identity. Black Card. The message inside the Rabbit Doll.
He was originally going to run. He had planned for so long and prepared for so long; he was on the verge of success.
And the result?
Chased to the Shrine by Gojo Satoru, transmigrated together, lost my memory, ruled the world, even took someone in as a Princess.
Now that my memories have returned, my escape plan is completely ruined.
Tu Bai wanted to cry.
He really wanted to cry.
A Voice came from behind him, unhurried, as if strolling leisurely:
Xiao Bai, slow down.
Tu Bai shuddered all over and ran even faster.
Gojo Satoru's voice continued to drift over: "Take care of the Baby in your belly."
Tu Bai almost tripped over his own feet.
Baby! Yes! And also Baby!
He looked down at his belly and ran even faster.
Gojo Satoru's voice was still behind him: "Slow down, slow down, no rush, I'm right behind you."
Tu Bai grit his teeth and ran for his life.
But his Demon Power was being consumed rapidly. He had already used quite a lot in the previous battle, now, while fleeing at full speed, it would soon hit bottom.
His speed slowed down.
Gojo Satoru's voice drew closer: "Xiao Bai, why don't you stop and take a rest?"
Tu Bai ignored him and continued running.
But his legs grew heavier and heavier, his Breathing grew heavier and heavier.
Finally, he ran to a remote corner of a Garbage Mountain, his Demon Power was completely exhausted.
His legs gave way, he slid down to sit against the Garbage Heap, gasping for air.
Gojo Satoru's figure slowly descended from behind.
He stood just a few steps away, not approaching, merely watching Tu Bai.
Tu Bai panted, lifting his head.
Under the moonlight, Gojo Satoru stood there, his silver hair slightly disheveled, his blue eyes shining as he looked at him.
There was no mockery on that face, no questioning, he just looked at him like that.
Tu Bai's face burned again.
He turned his head away, not daring to look into those Eyes.
.. You saw everything," he said sullenly, his Voice as hoarse as sandpaper, "I'm such a fool.