Chapter 231 The chess game
Recently, Fu Xuan rarely had nightmares, and the mumbling that always haunted him late into the night gradually subsided.
Even if I dreamed of An Ming again, I would not see those scarlet eyes uttering vicious curses. Instead, on the contrary, he would show a gentle smile and reach out his hand to stroke her hair.
It felt like going back to the past. In the past of Yuque, every late night with a bright moon in the sky was a happy dream.
Even with her eyes open, she would not feel lonely, as An Ming would always be by her side, either preparing a steaming hot breakfast for her, or quietly staring at her profile, with eyes that seemed to say that he would never get tired of looking at her.
Fu Xuan knew that his love for An Ming had reached an almost pathological level, and that strong possessiveness even surpassed his feelings for anything else.
She just loved it too much.
I want to be with An Ming forever, even if it means death, because this is true forever.
"An Ming..."
Fu Xuan opened his eyes and stared at An Ming beside him. He couldn't help feeling sweet in his heart, but he couldn't help feeling angry when he thought of the taste of lipstick on his lips last night.
As an excellent fortune teller, he could easily associate the smell of lipstick with people.
Noble and elegant is the scent of the limited edition Pinocchio lip glaze. Fu Xuan can guess who it belongs to without even thinking about it, but he has no idea about the other green and clean scent.
Tsk, there is a smell of white moonlight. Fu Xuan stared at An Ming with a somewhat dangerous look, which made An Jianshou, who was still pretending to sleep, start to sweat profusely.
So it is really hard to understand a girl’s heart. One second she is staring at you with sweet eyes and a happy smile on her face, and the next second she turns into a biting cold wind, wishing to cut him into pieces and end the scumbag’s life.
An Ming thought that with Fu Xuan's current ability, there was no point in being a fortune teller. It would be better for him to just become a world-famous star. He would definitely be a great actor who could surpass Robin.
"Stupid An Ming!" Fu Xuan pressed his petite body against An Ming and rested his head in his arms. He gradually felt at ease as he felt the familiar warmth.
If possible, she would like to hold An Ming in her arms for the rest of her life.
Never leave her again.
"Xuan'er, it's almost noon," An Ming stroked Fu Xuan's hair and looked at the lazy Fu Xuan, thinking that she must not have had a good rest over the years.
If only Fu Xuan could learn Qingque's lazy character one day, then he wouldn't have to worry so much.
"Are you worried about Kafka?" Fu Xuan raised his eyebrows. "She hasn't completed her purpose of coming to Luofu yet, so she won't take the initiative to escape."
"So you expected all this?"
"Of course. Under my eyes, any little tricks will be exposed."
Fu Xuan chuckled, her face full of the calmness and control of a master. Everything that happened to Luofu had already been deduced countless times in the Qiongguan Formation, and there would be no more accidents that could surprise her.
Well... Robin is the last one.
That guy possesses abnormal abilities comparable to those of a messenger, enough to shield his own secrets and make his fate impossible to observe.
Damn wild bird! Fu Xuan got angry when she thought of this. She really couldn't do anything to the robin in a short time. Who would have thought that the guy was not only good at singing, but also so good at fighting.
Can An Ming match her with some equally matched opponents next time? No... there won't be a next time!
If it happens again, she will use the Sword of No Life to chop off An Ming's thing and make him accompany her as a sister.
An Ming is a bad person because he flirts with other women everywhere.
Fu Xuanhao, destroyed An Ming's tools in time!
After hearing Fu Xuan's accurate answer, An Ming still felt a little emotional. Although he had expected it in his mind, he was still a little shocked after receiving Fu Xuan's personal reply.
That little fortune teller has now become the chess player controlling Luofu behind the scenes. His magic eyes have already glimpsed the entire future, and every step of the people in the game is in line with the route predetermined by Fu Xuan.
She disdains fate, so she wants to control it and laugh at fate's incompetence.
"Xuan'er."
"Why? You want to ask me about the current situation of Luofu and whether I am secretly pushing it?" Fu Xuan chuckled and pressed his small body on An Ming, staring into his eyes, with a villain-like dark smile on the corner of his mouth.
An Ming nodded slightly. He wanted to get the answer from Fu Xuan, not from anyone else.
"Yes and no."
Fu Xuan was very satisfied with An Ming's reaction and admitted it all straightforwardly, "I just made a small change in fate, of course the ending will not change."
Just like Elio's script, although it is off topic at every moment, the final ending is always the same as the original one.
The same is true for Fu Xuan.
She simply took advantage of the original trajectory of fate, added her own touch, and took advantage of the situation, so she was destined to be there.
"Xuan'er, what kind of ending did you see?"
"Well, then of course I will fly away with you to a quiet place to spend the rest of my life," Fu Xuan looked at An Ming with a smile in his eyes, "This time, we can grow old together."
Despite her light tone, An Ming didn't see any joking in Fu Xuan's eyes. She was really serious and wanted to grow old with An Ming this time.
"I just don't want what happened before to happen again."
Fu Xuan lowered his eyes slightly, held An Ming's hand and whispered, "Just this once, let me be willful, okay?"
If there is no return, she will start all over again.
And this time, the chess game she plays is the real future.
Fu Xuan looked at An Ming calmly, his eyes containing too many memories.