[Crossover] Don't Try to Guess What the Poker-Faced One Is Thinking

Content warnings: 1. An old-school crossover fanfic. Before leaving a comment or rating, please check when it was published. The melodramatic, Mary Sue-heavy tastes that were popular on Jinjiang back then might be a lot for today's readers, so learn to make a quick escape or you'll be left frazzled and horrified. 2. The author was still in their final year of high school when they wrote this, and it was their first novel, so please don't set your expectations too high. 3. Chapters were locked and the last fifty questions were replaced because Jinjiang undertook a large-scale content cleanup in 2014, locking and censoring many works. The chapters couldn't simply be deleted, so this was done as a last resort. Please don't buy the extra chapter after the final chapter. 4. The main text appears twice because Jinjiang's main text feature often glitched in 2013. Almost every author on the site knew to paste the text into the author's notes to prevent this. Just hide the author's notes while reading. 5. The CP is Nura Rihan. Please keep your shipping talk to yourself. Original blurb: This is a melodramatic story about an unlucky kid who has no idea what sins he committed in his past life, gets accidentally killed by some god, and then travels through various worlds to retrieve fragments of his soul. That's right, Mo Yao is expressionless. And he's the smiling kind of expressionless. In his previous life, his facial nerves were fused together, so he could do nothing but smile. Now it's entirely because of his goddamn bodies. Damn it... Why does absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to nourish the soul have to happen while inhabiting a plant? Do you have any idea how hard it is to move his face when it's covered in rough tree bark? So, Zifang, when he died, he really wasn't smiling because he didn't care. Byakuya, you're expressionless too, so you understand him best, right? Rihan, um... sorry, he smiles like that purely for physiological reasons. Senior Brother Yang Jian, better you than me. You have to believe he absolutely isn't gloating! I can't write a good introduction. Lighthearted, melodramatic, silly fluff. Read at your own risk. Premise: