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Because at that time, he could have a more reasonable-sounding excuse to walk with Jingliu in the rain. As the name suggests, friends should help each other. As for the Yunqi of the Vidyadhara clan who came to pick him up, he was naturally left aside. Wandering alone in the rain.
His excuse has always been 'reasonable', and it can be said to be flawless, that is - just along the way.
In fact, the Mingchi Clan's mansion and Jingliu's home are not in the same direction at all. The Mingchi Clan's mansion is located on the east side of Luofu, and Jingliu's home is on the west side of Luofu. It can be said that they are completely opposite. From any point of view, it cannot be said that they are on the same road, but Jingliu's house is on the west side of Luofu. Liu didn't expose him, but walked side by side with him on the street, listening to the crisp sound of rain hitting the ground.
In today's terms, he probably had what people call puppy love at that time. He was unwilling to make progress at a young age and concentrated on the knowledge of love. If the elders in the family knew about it, they would inevitably have a meal of fried meat on bamboo boards.
Every corner of the house is just like the night before I left. There seems to be someone's scent and their shadow in the quilt.
The furniture in the room was so clean that there was no trace of dust. His fingers slowly swept along the edge of the table. The smell of sandalwood floated in the air. There was a white porcelain vase on the window sill, with fresh flowers that had been replaced by someone unknown. Camellia.
He stared at the rain outside the window for a while, and in the end he felt his eyes were a little sore, as if tears were blown by the wind blowing against his face. He simply threw his head back on the bed, and pulled the white sheet next to him with his backhand to cover it. The head was breathing greedily.
After a long time, Jiang Fan slowly poked his head out from under the sheets. He didn't say anything. He just turned his head and looked at the wooden framed photo on the bedside table in silence. She still looked cold in the photo, like an iceberg. But only he understood the beauty's posture. When the shutter clicked, her smile bloomed like a night-blooming cereus.
A long time ago, Jingliu once discussed a profound and complicated question with him. The question once made him think hard, but he could never find the real answer.
Imagine that when you return to the ancient sea and are reborn as an egg and lose your memory, you and your lover from the previous life are sitting on the beach chatting.
She softly tells you the little stories between you and her in the last life, and the memories you had in the past. When you are in a complicated mood and want to say something with emotion, she suddenly comes close and blinks at you. :
"Can you love me again?"
How would you answer?
Maybe he could say sorry to her softly, I am no longer the me you remember, or he could hug her and rack his brains to recall the stories that happened between you, but he would not understand this problem until a long, long time later. Answer.
People often say that even if the fireworks fade away, the memory still remains, but he wants to say that even if the memory fades, he has been lucky enough to witness the brilliant moment when the fireworks bloom, and he will never forget it in his life. Even if the memory Even if you disappear like a cloud of smoke, he will still try to seize that short and bright moment.
Someone once told him that when the life span of the Vidyadhara comes to an end, you will be reborn as an egg in the ancient sea and become a brand new you. At that time, you can have a new life and pursue a completely different path from your previous life, but he But he didn't take it seriously.
Even if he returns to the ancient sea and is reborn as an egg, his pursuit will not change. From the day he opens his eyes, he has been ready to meet her.
Damn it...how to tell Kagiri?
He was ready to meet Jingliu again, but the villain in his heart was always silent. Some things were like mountains blocking the two of them. Not everyone was as confident as the Black Tower, confident enough to believe. In the ruthless years, she will always be the winner...
Jiang Fan sighed softly, reached out and took the photo on the bedside table, held it up in the air and looked at it carefully. He didn't say anything, he just listened to thousands of raindrops hitting the eaves heavily. The air temperature seemed to have suddenly dropped to freezing point, and no matter how warm the wind slipped in through the window, it could not be blown open.
He stretched out his fingers and gently touched Jingliu's face in the photo. He looked at it carefully for a long time, and there were complex emotions dancing deep in the black pupils.
After a long time, he sighed slowly, wanting to hold the photo in his arms and listen to the sound of rain and fall asleep. Even though he clearly understood that no one would kiss his forehead again this time, his The movement suddenly stopped in mid-air, and he stared blankly at the photo in speechless silence.
"I only ask for one thing... I don't want to miss you, I want to be close to you."
"I have to see you, I have no choice."
"No matter what, I will go to see you aimlessly, even if the mountains and rivers are broken and the road to stars is elusive."
"I don't care about this immortality and the demonic body.... You are my antidote."
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I didn’t start typing until I got home at nine o’clock in the evening. I would like to thank my dear book friends for their tolerance of me and your support all the way (the book friends were angry and angry.)
Chapter 108 The Adult World
"Drink some horse urine. You are arrogant. If you scream again, your life or death will be in danger. Do you know what will happen to me as a pioneer?"
The Xianzhou Luofu Huixing Port is criss-crossed with conveyor belts for transporting stars. As a production line for the production of stars, the suspension of the Huixing Port means that the navigation routes inside and outside Xianzhou Luofu are temporarily delayed, or even closed indefinitely.
Xinghe March 7th stood on the pier returning to Starport, looking at the conveyor belt production line with no end in sight, turning his head and saying this to the Yunqi soldiers with guns blocking the road in front of them.
As a qualified mule, hard work and no complaints have become the main theme of their lives.
Even though they were now isolated and helpless, without any help or assistance, the mule suicide squad members of the train crew remained silent in the face of Luofu General Jingyuan's request, and followed Luofu's transfer envoy Tingyun to Huixing Port. Chase down the star core hunter who has an astronomical bounty.
But as the train set continued to go deeper into the Star Port, even relying on the small objects of the Engineering Department to listen, it was possible to catch the traces of the star core hunter Kafka. This time, Star frowned and chattered endlessly. 'High-end hunters often appear as prey'.
And this is what they are facing now. Standing on the pier of the Star Port, listening to the roar of the conveyor belt in their ears, they only need to nod slightly to see the aloof posture of the star core hunter.
The gun-wielding cloud cavalry soldiers surrounded Kafka like licking dogs, wanting to tear them into pieces with their fangs.
"Qiqi, in this case, if I swung them away with my stick, it wouldn't be considered an attack on the Xianzhou civil servants, right?" He jumped up with a rule-breaking stick in his sleeve.
March 7th raised his head, pondered for a moment, and tilted his head: "In this situation, you should ask Miss Tingyun more, but if Jiang Fan were present, I'm afraid he would call the act of flying them away nano-rescue." .”
She looked into Xing's eyes and thought thoughtfully in her heart. When she said this, she couldn't help but start to think about Jiang Fan's current situation. She knew that her guess was almost certain, and she was basically sure of it.
But now there is no trace of Jiang Fan, as if he has disappeared from the world, but his status on the friend list shows that he is online.
Even in the middle of the night, she was scrolling through her phone in boredom and witnessed his status changing from online to emo. She was so angry that she gritted her teeth and wanted to pull Jiang Fan out of the other side of the phone screen.
And the status was updated in real time, "My path forward is extremely clear, and my will is as strong as a rock."
Your sister! We see that your path ahead is a sealed alley. What awaits you in the end is either the hammer in the hands of Black Tower, Sister Siluva's electric guitar, or the tip of Cocolia's spear stabbing you in the heart.
Xing was silent for a long time and nodded slightly, "I understand. We will ambush on both sides of the pier. When the woman jumps down, we will rush over together and capture the guy alive. Let me interrogate him properly. Remember, To capture them alive.”
Walter remained silent and did not speak. He just squeezed the cane modified by the Star of Eden in his hand, looked up at the star core hunter Kafka who was smiling but looking around with regret, and pondered for a long time.
"Is this all in your plan, or in the plan of your star core hunters? Is this also the so-called Elio's script?" Walter stared at Kafka and said softly.
"What a pity, even in Elio's script you are still an unresolved passerby..." Kafka withdrew his gaze, looked down at Walter and shook his head lightly, "We are just in the midst of countless future possibilities. Giving and intervening will turn the best future into reality... The star core hunters are just slaves of fate."
"Someone once told me that in this film and television drama called the Universe, no one will be the protagonist. Despair and anger will not give them the power to change their destiny, and the Star Core Hunter... is to achieve love and peace. A fascinating organization.”
Kafka chuckled and nodded slightly. Her sunglasses slid down and rested on the bridge of her nose. She opened the bolts of the two P90 submachine guns at her waist with her backhand. The muzzles spit out shrill fiery snakes. The modified 7.62 shells were in the air. It splashed around like a goddess scattering flowers, and fell on the deck with a crisp crackling sound.
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Xianzhou Luofu returns to the star port on the high-rise attic in the berthing area. The warm sunlight shines through the half-open wooden skylight of the attic on the two pear wood lounge chairs. The ice cubes in the glass cups on the round table are in the tea cup. The drink rises and falls slowly, and the ice cubes appear like crystal-clear diamonds under the sunlight shining through the skylight.
Jingyuan, who was leaning on the pearwood lounge chair, focused his gaze on the founder of the Fishing Sect next to him. After confirming that the other party still showed no sign of getting up, he nodded and said, "This is me. The current prefect of Luofu Taibu is Fu Xuan."
"Fu Qing relied on his third eye and the Qiong Guan Formation to figure out the route for the fairy boat and predict the good and bad luck of the affairs. However, he was very covetous of my position as a general. He always talked about my promise to abdicate in favor of a worthy man, but the time has not yet come. With maturity, the position of general will naturally not fall on her shoulders."
Jing Yuan took a sip of tea. The black tea with ice cubes made him feel a little uncomfortable as he was used to drinking hot tea. However, thanks to the skills he had developed with Jiang Fan since he was a child, he quickly adapted to this unique experience. taste, and then drink it in small sips.
"Xiao Jingyuan, it's not a good habit to draw big cakes." Jiang Fan looked at the mule train team at the far end and sighed with emotion, reaching out to pick up the oranges in the fruit plate and slowly peeled them off.
Jing Yuan was silent for a while: "Master, more than seven hundred years have passed since the last time you drew the big cake for me, and my disciple has not yet finished eating it."
Jiang Fan paused while picking up the oranges, and then continued to pick them up as if nothing had happened: "Drawing a pie is also one of the compulsory courses for becoming a leader. After all, this type-c Fu Xuan is still young now. If he becomes a general without immortal protection, It's only a matter of time before you fall into the devil's body."
"Young people...should go through more hardships. After she has withstood the ninety-nine and eighty-one hardships, she will succeed to the position of General Luofu. Her potential is very high, and I am very optimistic about her." Jiang Fan said Chewing an orange, he calmly took a piece and handed it to Jing Yuan beside him.
Jingyuan put down the glass cup in his hand, took the orange slice from Jiang Fan and said softly: "I think when I was still young, I always pestered you to teach me sword skills. I think you were pestered by me." He got tired of it, so he patted my shoulder and said that when I can swing the sword fifty thousand times a day, that's when you will teach me the sword skills."
"Perhaps even you at that time didn't expect me to work so hard. After I could slash with my sword fifty thousand times a day, I went to find you, but you made me have milk tea on my head, and the sword skill you asked me to practice every day was chopping. Chop the watermelon on the table..." Jing Yuan took a piece of an orange and chewed it in small bites. He chuckled and handed the remaining orange in his hand to Yan Qing who was standing guard behind him with a long sword in his arms.
Yanqing, who stood beside Jingyuan's recliner, took the orange from the general. He squinted his eyes and showed doubts about life. His eyes looked up and down like a sword at the backs of the general and the ancestor. He couldn't help but think about the top of his head. Milk tea and a scene of chopping watermelon with a sword.
He originally thought that the unique training method of holding milk tea on his head and splitting watermelons with his sword was the essence of what the old man General had learned through the war.
He even once firmly believed that holding the milk tea on his head was to train his balance when swinging the sword. The highest state was that the milk tea in the cup made no waves when swinging the sword, and splitting the watermelon with the sword was to train the strength and angle of his sword swing. The highest level The realm is to split a watermelon and make the juice without splashing or dripping, but now...
"It turns out...this is what kind of master leads what kind of apprentice...it turns out they are of the same blood..." Yanqing looked at the general's back, absentmindedly peeled off an orange, threw it into his mouth and chewed it.
"Now that Kafka has been arrested, everything seems to be going smoothly, but the big fish behind the scenes has never jumped out of the water and made a splash..." Jing Yuan stared at the leaving figures of Fu Xuan and the train crew, and murmured softly. .
"Jingyuan, all wisdom is based on the balance of strength between the enemy and ourselves. No matter whether the big fish jumps out of the water or not, everything in the water will always be under the control of the Dragon King. Don't put the cart before the horse." Jiang Fan looked at Fu Xuan. He scanned the backs of the train crew one by one, and finally settled on Kafka's back.
"No matter how big the fish behind the scenes is, it's just a fish at best. How much trouble can it cause?"
While they were talking, Bai Lu lowered her head and looked drowsy, holding a big cattail leaf fan tightly in her little hand, gently fanning Jiang Fan, looking like a filial son who abides by filial piety.
Just as she was sighing that her grandfather and the general were talking in a fog, Yanqing suddenly patted her on the shoulder and handed over the remaining oranges. She took them and threw them into her mouth without thinking. Here, my mind was wildly imagining how majestic she would look when she grew ten centimeters taller. I'm afraid she would feel windy even when she walked!
But at this moment, a strong sourness suddenly erupted on the tip of her tongue. It was an indescribable sourness, like green plum juice and sour vinegar in the mouth.
The moment her teeth gently bit the orange flap, a large amount of saliva was secreted in her mouth. It was so sour that she wanted to swim in the milk tea, so that her little face was twisted and squeezed together. .
Jiang Fan took advantage of the gap between talking and glanced at his innocent, young and ignorant granddaughter.
The adult world... is so scary. Remember, a delicious orange will not pass through the hands of two people at most, and a sour orange will not leak a single flaw before you take it into your mouth.
Chapter 109 Fishing is a science
Fairy Boat and Luofu—Sizhi Chess and Cards Hall.
People were flowing back and forth in the chess and card hall, and it was in full swing. The ancient orange half-curtains were fluttering in the wind, and the sun shined on the fully automatic chessboard through the gaps in the clouds, illuminating someone's slightly sad profile.
"Touch yourself." Jiang Fan stretched out his hand and gently pushed down the Qiongyu chess and card in front of him, picked up the ceramic cup on the table and took a sip of tea. He looked at the world with a look of being invincible and as lonely as snow.
As the master of Luofu chess who has been undefeated for 500 consecutive games on the chess table, Jiang Fan is confident that he has already mastered chess and has been the strongest one in the 8,000-year history of this immortal boat.
But now, his terrifying record has once again reached a milestone, with 513 consecutive victories, which is probably unprecedented and unprecedented.
He picked up the tea cup and sipped it in small sips, and calmly greeted the direct gazes of the other three people on the chess table.
A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he looked down at the Qiongyu chess and cards on the chess table. He couldn't help but feel the calm temperament unique to the master of playing fish and playing cards.
Board games like Emperor Yuan Qiongyu have existed since ancient empire times. Although the Immortal Boat Alliance has been lost for a long time after drifting in the sea of stars for a long time, for him, the current Emperor Yuan Qiongyu is a complete replica of mahjong.
Not to mention being familiar with the gameplay of mahjong, when he served as the Yunqi Army's Xiaowei, he had a strong interest in the so-called lost Emperor Yuan Qiongyu, although it was put to rest under the intervention of Jingliu. But he was already more familiar with Diyuan Qiongyu's gameplay than 99% of the people on this immortal boat.
Compared with other card games, this Diyuan Qiongyu test is not only the chess skills of the participants, but also the luck of the participants. Even if the God of Gamblers is sitting on this card table, if his luck is bad, he may lose his pants. Lose everything.
"This little brother looks unfamiliar...but his skills and luck are unparalleled, and today I met an expert..." Qing Que sighed softly and looked at Jiang across the chess and card table. Fan sighed.
"Slightly better. My kid's card skills are pretty good. I hope he can become the second card master in Luofu." Jiang Fan gently placed the tea cup on the edge of the chess table with a smile, stretched out his hand to tear off three colorful stickers, and said slightly He stood up and placed it on the foreheads of the three of them.
There was a pressing feeling on Qingque's forehead, and then a green colored sticker hung down from her eyes, like bangs. She only had to raise her eyes slightly to get a full view.
She looked around at the other two people on the chess table, only to find that the two players with mummies on their heads could not help but start to step back, looking through the small bronze mirror worn on the chest of the fox chess player. Objects, she could clearly see that she in the mirror was no better than them, and she also looked like a mummy.
"Second, we can't talk about it. When it comes to chess skills...it has to be that old man. It is said that he has won 500 games in a row." Qing Que blew and gently blew the sticker on his forehead.
Jiang Fan raised his eyebrows slightly and said to himself that this old man like me has once again set a new record, with a terrifying record of 513 consecutive victories. I am afraid that the younger generations of chess and card players can only sigh in admiration for such a record, and sigh with emotion. Times are bad.
Presumably at that time, they were just like him who invented the airplane in his previous life. Just when he was sighing with his hands on his hips and sighing at his infinite wisdom, he inadvertently raised his eyes and found that an airship passed by the air force and stirred up the clouds. Just as he The mood at that time.
He has complained more than once that the climbing of the technological tree is unreasonable. Throughout the several Amber Ages, human civilization has never developed a means of transportation like an airplane. Since the age of hang gliding, human civilization has seemed to be on the run. , went straight beyond the stages of airplanes and supersonic fighter jets, and transformed into the first-generation airship.
This is just like Zhu Yuanzhang sitting under the overpass with a bowl and begging at the beginning, and the next second a hundred thousand cavalry suddenly came through the smoke, knelt down and shouted to the lord to please ascend the throne. It was simply outrageous.
"Brother, could it be that I am a foreigner?" Qingque watched the chess table slowly shuffling automatically and reached out to knock the documents beside him on the table.
"Are you an official of Taipusi?" Jiang Fan did not answer Qingque's question, but looked thoughtfully at the red mud seal belonging to Taipusi on the document.
Although the six divisions of Xianzhou have different divisions of labor, their working hours are roughly the same. Now the sun is shining brightly in Luofu, and cloud cavalry soldiers patrolling the streets are shuttled back and forth. This is the peak period of work and coincides with the spread of the star core disaster. , now this Taibu Si still has the leisure to give officials a holiday?
"The working atmosphere of Taipus is so relaxing? Or..." Jiang Fan rubbed the inner wall of the ceramic cup and paused, "Or are you fishing?"
"Oh! You look like a foreigner at first glance, and you haven't fully understood our Luofu yet. I'm just paying homage to my ancestors, imitating the legends and trying to make them famous forever. How can I talk about it?" Qingque shrugged and took the He picked up a Qiongyu chess card and began to stack the Arhats in an orderly manner.
"To pay tribute to our ancestors? To imitate the legend?" Jiang Fan was startled.