Chapter 241 A Future of Growing Old Together
The world allows consciousness to match new containers.
Before meeting An Ming, Fu Xuan had thought about keeping this immortal body and transferring An Ming's consciousness into it, thus directly achieving true immortality.
But after meeting An Ming, this thought quickly disappeared.
Now An Ming is the real An Ming, and also an immortal, so all this seems no longer so important.
Having a future and being able to develop the future are two completely different things.
Fu Xuan once had a future, but it came to an end because of the shackles of life. This time, she will personally create a future that belongs to her and An Ming.
No matter what the price, even if his hands are stained with sin and blood, "Fu Xuan" will no longer be like Fu Xuan.
She wants to carve out a future where they can grow old together.
If fate gave her the right to choose again, she would never let go this time!
Fu Xuan looked at An Ming with increasingly gentle eyes, and he couldn't help but hug his head. An Ming was still squatting on the ground massaging Fu Xuan's calves, and he smiled knowingly when he felt the warmth on his head.
He and Fu Xuan never needed to talk too much. During the past seventy years, they had spent so much time together that they had already understood each other's minds.
Love does not need to be said out loud; it is reflected in every inconspicuous little action.
"Junior brother."
"I'm here, Senior Sister."
"It's great to meet you," Fu Xuan murmured while holding An Ming's head. She was really lucky to fall in love with An Ming. It was the only choice she made correctly in her life.
"It's good that I met my senior sister."
An Ming raised his head in Fu Xuan's arms and gently bit the girl's tender lips. Fu Xuan did not resist, but responded to An Ming's love enthusiastically.
The two of them really talked everything out, and naturally became closer at this moment.
"An Ming... I want you."
Fu Xuan murmured as he leaned into An Ming's arms, not caring about the bright sunshine outside the window. He hooked the curtains with his fair little feet to block out the glaring light.
An Ming was caught off guard by Fu Xuan's gentleness and was a little uncomfortable. This was probably the first time since he came to Luofu.
He had almost gotten used to Lord Fu Xuan, who said one thing but acted upright, but the result was just as Qingque had evaluated him, um... a stubborn jerk ().
"Xuan'er."
"Stop talking and kiss me."
Fu Xuan pressed An Ming onto the sofa with a bit of force, greedily demanding love from him. His messy hair fell on his temples, adding a touch of charm.
"Lord Fu Xuan!"
“This is terrible!!!”
The door of Taibusi was kicked open, and Qingque rushed in with a panicked look on his face. After seeing the scenery in front of him, he stopped and went offline for a few seconds, then silently and quickly backed out of the room.
He then slammed the door shut.
Well, now it was her turn to be in trouble. Qingque knew that disaster was imminent, so she turned around and left this dangerous place in a hurry.
Why is it such a strange scene every time I open the door? Is she some kind of everyday comic heroine? She can't be that lucky!
Let Jianmu grow. Compared to such a trivial matter, saving your own life is the more important thing.
It would be terrible if Lord Fu Xuan got angry and wanted to kill her to silence her!
The worst case scenario is that the master suddenly showed her a standard Asassin protagonist's sunny smile, stretched out his right hand to her and said, "Que'er, you came at the right time."
No, no, no, that kind of thing is absolutely not allowed!
Inside the house, Fu Xuan sighed quietly. Why did Qingque always ruin her plans? It seemed that he needed to teach her a lesson about knocking on the door before entering.
"It's about Jianmu."
An Ming could see that Fu Xuan was unhappy with her pouting mouth, so he rubbed her head and said with a smile, "Is it really okay not to ask? I won't run away anyway."
"Oh."
Fu Xuan climbed up from An Ming reluctantly like a child. She knew that An Ming would not leave, but they did not have much time to be alone.
Previously there was the interference of the wild bird, and now there is the troublemaker. I don't know when the firefly will interfere again. There is also a fun-loving person secretly waiting for the opportunity.
Oh, is it so difficult to be intimate with your husband these days?
Fu Xuan felt a little tired, but no matter what, An Ming was her husband!
Never mind. It’s not too late tonight.
Stupid junior brother, you have always been slow in this regard, you must be pretending to be pure, hum! Fu Xuan stared at An Ming angrily, as if to say, wait for it tonight, there is no way you can escape!
"Good Xuan'er, don't you like Qingque very much?"
"Oh, now I don't like it!"
A little bluebird outside the door broke gently at this moment, blinking its pitiful eyes, feeling as if it had been abandoned by its own mother.
But the next second the door was pushed open, and Fu Xuan's proud little face was still so familiar.
"The sweet tea is just ready, let's talk while we drink it," Fu Xuan stretched out his hand to pull Qing Que up, looking at her with helpless yet doting eyes, "You can't be a general like this."
"Hey... We don't have to be generals. It would be great if we could take over the position of Master Fu Xuan."
"Okay, you really want to do it!"
Fu Xuan tapped Qingque's head and pulled her towards the living room. An Ming followed slowly behind him. In a trance, he seemed to see his future life with Fu Xuan.
Just like this, raising children, bickering and laughing, that kind of future will be great.
A future that belongs to them, a future they will spend growing old together.