Chapter 112 "Forever"
AM011: 20
Firefly's dog:
"Xuan'er, Xuan'er, Xuan'er."
"Are you there?"
"miss you."
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"This is not as delicious as the candied haws. When we get to Luofu, I'll treat you to hawthorn ones."
PM: 15:41
"Xuan'er, where are you?"
"You're not going to fight Di Yuan Qiong Yu, are you?"
"Please take care of me, wife."
PM:18:03
"Xuan'er, I've had enough."
"Sending you a message is like Qingque having no future as a sword master."
"That's it, I won't talk to you anymore!"
AM0: 21
"Honey, are you there?"
"I missed you hehe."
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Fu Xuan, who had just woken up, squinted her eyes and opened her phone. Walking towards her were 99+ unread new messages.
Yesterday, I was using the Qiongguan Formation to calm my mind and suppress the frequency of the attacks of the Demonic Yin Body. I had no time to look at my phone. I fell asleep as soon as I returned to my room.
She also didn't expect that An Ming could give her so much care in one night. The ding-ding-ding sound of his concern almost deafened her ears.
Fu Xuan suppressed his grumpiness when he woke up, but after seeing the dog nickname of Liuying, he couldn't help but almost crushed his phone. He had already crushed two phones this month, and if another one broke... Taibusi's funds couldn't all be used for things like this.
She took a deep breath, and just as she was about to reply to An Ming, she thought of something interesting and touched the screen with her white index finger.
the other side.
An Ming stood in front of the miner with a majestic look. The next second, he took out the buzzing cell phone from his pocket. After taking a look, he almost spit water on San Yueqi's face.
An Ming's Master:
"Hey, you busy man, how do you have time to pamper Xuan'er?"
Firefly's dog:
"Xuan'er, what kind of nickname is this...it's not good to change your work ID to a name like this."
Fu Xuan on the other side of the screen curled up the corner of her lips into a slight smile. Since An Ming wanted to be Liuying's dog, then she had to be An Ming's master.
"What's wrong? Or you don't want to."
"?!"
"What kind of words are these? What do you mean by unwilling? Xuan'er was born to be my dog!" (The message has been withdrawn)
"Xuan'er is born to be my master!"
An Ming replied very quickly, which caused hundreds of miners present to stare at An Jianshou standing on a high place and typing frantically on his mobile phone screen.
Everyone had a look of confusion and awe in their eyes. Those who didn't know thought that An Ming was using the mobile phone as a carrier to cast a spell and was preparing to perform the Thunder King Ritual.
"Hiss... Yingbao, I was wrong."
"What's wrong?"
Liuying stood beside An Ming with a smile on her face, watching him and Fu Xuan chatting on the spot. The transformation device in her left hand had begun to emit dangerous hot sparks.
There was a gleam of dissatisfaction in those beautiful eyes that looked like the rosy clouds.
"March, so scary..." Xing wiped the sweat from his forehead and inexplicably felt a sense of empathy.
San Yue Qi looked at Xing with eyes that looked at a dead person, "Are you saying that you are also having an affair with An Ming?"
"???"
Xing was sweating profusely now. He felt a murderous intent from Sanyueqi that was even colder than the temperature in Beloberg. "How, how could it be, Sanyue, you know that the only thing I love is cultivation!"
"Well, of course I know that Xing would not do that kind of thing," Sanyueqi showed Xing a flash of expression on the spot, smiled, took her hand, and said seriously:
"Don't be fooled by a bad man like An Ming!"
"Uh-huh!"
Xing felt that the oath at this moment was more solemn than when he became an unknown guest, otherwise he would encounter some unfortunate things.
As long as she has nothing to do with An Ming, March Seven will still be her best friend. Once she gets involved with An Ming, her life will be over and she will be hunted by the murderous intent of March Seven all her life.
This is the real hunting!
An Ming's phone was taken away by Liu Ying's little hand, and he put it back into his pocket with a smile, "You can't rest because the work is not finished yet."
"...Yingbao is right!"
An Ming laughed dryly and pulled Wuye in his hand upwards another inch. An even more terrifying sword aura swept across the sky.
"Don't be nervous, everyone. We Wumingke never do inhumane acts such as violence and oppression!" An Ming said with a righteous face as he pushed March 7 out.
"You're better at public speaking, keep it up!"
After An Ming finished speaking, he put on the grease and took Liuying's hand to slide on the dark track in the corner, otherwise the bed would be set on fire by Yingbao tonight.
San Yueqi put his hands on his waist and wanted to say something, but in the end he couldn't say anything. He sighed helplessly and cleared his throat: "Then please welcome Teacher Dan Heng!"
Dan Heng: "?"
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Taipus.
Huo Huo held the teacup in both hands, took a sip of the tea with her cute small lips, her green eyes revealed a look of joy, and she drank it all in big gulps.
"Master Fu Xuan, what kind of tea is this? It's delicious!"
It’s sweet and has a refreshing effect, but after the first taste wears off, there’s a slight bitter aftertaste, like a long-lasting remembrance.
“Regular sweet tea.”
Fu Xuan also brewed a cup for himself, staring at his own reflection in the teacup with a faint smile.
Huo Huo sat upright on the Bagua chair, her two little feet dangling on the floor and swaying slightly. She thought that Lord Fu Xuan's condition had improved a lot in the past few days, and he looked gentle and reliable.
It was as if everything that happened before was just a nightmare.
However, the book that Fu Xuan was flipping through on the table showed that those were real past events, and all the death cases of the evil spirits were presented on the table.
Fu Xuan only needs to read it once to engrave the knowledge deep in his mind. The demonic body may be an immortal curse for the people in the fairy boat, but what about An Ming?
She picked up the teacup and sipped it gently. The bitterness behind the sweetness was particularly obvious.
This was the tea recipe that An Ming left for her, and it was also a tea recipe that she thought would never be used again.
It’s just that Fu Xuan added one more herb as a final aftertaste—
Peach blossom.
The peach blossoms picked from the peach tree were dried, ground into powder and added into the mixture.
Every early spring, Fu Xuan would make time to go to Yuque's courtyard, which was filled with memories of her and An Ming.
That was An Ming's life.
It was also the happiest time in her life.
The peach tree was well taken care of and would still bloom with beautiful peach blossoms every early spring, but Fu Xuan didn't want to look at it for too long.
Seeing things reminds me of people, leaving only memories.
Fu Xuan picked up the phone again, staring at the chat history with An Ming in a daze, and tapped the words lightly with his fingers.
"I miss you as well."
But...An Ming now still faces the risk of repeating the same mistakes.
If Fu Xuan wants to be with An Ming forever, then he just needs to make An Ming become "forever".
That way no one can separate them.