Chapter 95 The Destiny Given
"Master Fu Xuan, the documents you asked me to find are all here...ah——!"
With a deafening sound, the Taibusi's ancient hexagram and five-meter table was cut into two parts by a sword, and the dark purple sword of lifelessness flashed a terrifying light.
Huo Huo screamed in fear and fell to the ground because of her unsteady footing. The furry green tail acted as a cushion to catch her butt.
After cutting through the table, the Lifeless Sword penetrated deep into the floor, leaving a very deep crack. A hint of red flashed in Fu Xuan's crystal-like eyes. After taking a few deep breaths, he returned to his usual expression.
She threw the phone that was crushed into two pieces aside, walked up to Huo Huo and stretched out her hand, "Sorry, I didn't scare you."
Huo Huo subconsciously wanted to reach out his hand, but he was startled when he saw Fu Xuan's appearance. He stepped back a few steps and murmured, "Master Fu Xuan, you..."
The tail turned into a green soul shadow and looked at Fu Xuan with a very serious look, "Be careful, this guy is very dangerous! Let me deal with it."
The Lifeless Sword instantly flew into Fu Xuan's palm, and the next moment he cut out an invisible barrier to isolate the tail outside.
Fu Xuan raised a slight smile, squatted down and gently stroked Huo Huo's chin, pulled the frightened little face over, and said gently:
"It's a secret."
The Dharma Eye on his forehead shone with a faint purple light, and soon Fu Xuan returned to his usual appearance. He said softly, "Good boy, I'll trouble you to continue searching for me the documents of the Ten Kings Division."
There were still pitiful tears in the corners of Huo Huo's eyes. She nodded slightly in Fu Xuan's palm before his hand was released. She then gasped violently with some fear in her eyes.
Fu Xuan drew out the Wuming Sword, and his tail immediately alertly protected Huo Huo.
"I have no interest in hurting this child," Fu Xuan sat back in Taibu's chair with an unchanged expression, holding his chin and looking at Wei Ba with a thoughtful look.
"Are you interested in making a deal? Of course, I won't make it difficult for you."
"Taibu of Luofu, you are really...crazy," the tail said in a complicated voice. It couldn't understand why the person in front of it did this.
"Crazy?"
Fu Xuan shook his head slightly, looked at the red string of the Wuming Sword, and smiled gently, "It's just for love."
She knew what she was doing from beginning to end.
In fact, it is a very simple truth. There is only one path of destiny, and that is the one she chose.
This is the fate she bestowed on the Immortal Boat.
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The night in Beloberg is not very lively. Compared with those bustling streets, it is even quite deserted.
Xing scooped up a handful of snowflakes with both hands, ran to the back of March Seven and quietly did a scattering of snowflakes with them. March Seven was so cold that he shivered all over. He angrily picked up the lid of the trash can and was about to shoot Xing in the head.
Qingque leaned against the street lamp and exhaled a breath of cool air. The screen of his mobile phone was still on the chat interface not long ago.
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This story started not long ago. The reason why Qingque left so easily was that he had already planned in his heart to make a comeback to verify what he had in mind.
An Ming's various behaviors indicate that the girl he met after losing his memory was in Beloberg.
Plus, there weren't many outsiders here, so Qingque subconsciously recalled the girl with long silver-gray hair whom he caught a glimpse of in front of Krippen Castle.
There is no doubt that he is not a local, and there will never be outsiders coming to such a place.
The answer was obvious, but Qingque couldn't be happy.
It is an indisputable fact that the master has a new lover, so Lord Fu Xuan is too pitiful... She would never speak up for Liuying, whom she has never met, so naturally she is on Fu Xuan's side from the bottom of her heart.
Qingque witnessed the moment when An Ming kissed Liuying outside the door, and took a photo with his mobile phone as evidence. After hesitating for a long time, he decided to send it to Fu Xuan.
This is really a case of betraying one's master and ancestors, but both sides are masters, so is it a betrayal? Yes, of course.
Qingque still hoped from the bottom of her heart that An Ming could continue to be with Fu Xuan. In the early days when he lost An Ming, Fu Xuan had lost a lot of weight visibly, otherwise he would not have been so short after so many years.
However, Lord Fu Xuan must know more about the situation than she does. There is no reason to let her deal with such complicated emotional entanglements.
Next to the warm heater, Qingque's psychological activities were very complicated. He squatted on the roadside and watched the occasional passers-by. He thought that love was really an annoying thing and it was really depressing.
It is better for people to live a simple life, just like Di Yuan Qiong Yu, if you win, you win, or be as straightforward as a sword.
"Oh... love."
"Miss Qingque, why are you so sad?"
Behind Sanyueqi was Xing, who was trapped in the snow by the lid of a garbage can, with only two white legs sticking out like radish leaves. She walked to Qingque and held out her hand, "It's late at night, don't catch a cold."
"Thank you," Qingque held Sanyueqi's hand and stood up with the green sword on his back.
"By the way, does everyone in Luofu know how to use a sword?"
San Yueqi's eyes were shining. He touched the bow at his waist and was eager to try. A handsome silhouette of himself dancing with a sword flashed through his mind.
Qingque saw through her thoughts at a glance, and smiled, "Not really, it's just that our lineage is good at using swords. If you want to learn, why not ask An Ming."
"When that guy was on the train, he was either grinning foolishly at his phone screen or having a pillow fight for 300 rounds," March Seven said, with his hands on his hips, looking helpless.
The two returned to the hotel chatting and laughing. It was not until March 7th lay in the warm bath, showing her white calves to the creeping steam, that she suddenly remembered something.
"Have we forgotten someone?"
At this time, in the snow pile, one could only see a pair of extremely charming long legs tumbling back and forth, and finally, accompanied by a low groan that "rules are meant to be broken", the snow pile exploded into an avalanche.
"Ah...Ah-Ah-Ah!"
Xing sneezed pitifully and returned to the hotel trembling in the white snow, thinking that he would never play pranks on March 7th again.
After returning to the hotel and taking a hot shower, she avoided turning into an ice sculpture. Xing sat by the window, shaking her wet hair. She picked up her phone and glanced at the group chat, where she saw several people chatting enthusiastically.
March 7 also pulled Qingque into the group chat of Yalilo Team No. 6. They were talking about the scenery of Beloberg and the historical buildings.
Xing turned her head and looked up at the sky. The stars were shining brightly under the clouds, and she couldn't help but smile.
It’s great to meet these friends.