Chapter 310 Tarot Cards
Robin doesn't like Fu Xuan.
The reason is naturally needless to say. Fu Xuan is an important obstacle between her and An Ming. How could Robin like such a person?
But the premise of all this is built on An Ming. If there was no An Ming, maybe... of course just maybe, Robin felt that they would become pretty good friends, or even good girlfriends.
During their time in Luofu, Robin and Fu Xuan had several in-depth exchanges through fighting. Although there was no clear winner, the determination and love between the two sides were conveyed to each other.
The robin knew clearly that the person in front of her loved An Ming just as much as she did, and that was exactly why they were evenly matched opponents.
The reason why she appeared here was simple.
"Could you please give up competing with me for An Ming?" The robin smiled sincerely, with only incomparable sincerity in his blue pupils.
"You came here just to tell me this?"
Fu Xuan wanted to laugh instead. To put it simply, he was so angry that he laughed. What on earth was this guy dreaming about? Could it be that if he stayed in Pinocchio for too long, everything would become like this?
Even if it is a daydream hotel, it doesn't mean that you can really daydream. This guy actually wants her to give up An Ming. How ridiculous!
There was a natural regret in the robin's eyes, as if it was watching a piece of art being destroyed, never to be reproduced.
"Because...I don't want you to die, Fu Xuan."
The robin murmured softly, if possible, she wanted Fu Xuan to live.
However, their positions meant that they would eventually fight each other as opponents again, and there was no reason for any mediation.
The moment Fu Xuan sensed the crisis, An Ming, who seemed unconscious, instantly appeared in front of the robin, looking at the little bird with complicated eyes.
At the same time, he tightly grasped her wrist with his right hand, suppressing Taichu Youwei's explosion in time.
"You are finally willing to see me."
The robin lowered his eyes and whispered, "But I don't want to see you."
There are no outsiders here, so she can finally show her true emotions and soar in the sky called eyes.
"It's okay, I'll see it for you," Fu Xuan crossed her arms in front of her chest, but she couldn't help but feel happy when she saw An Ming protecting her.
This was a move she made in front of the robin. Isn't that enough to prove that she's winning?
It’s simply a win!
"Little bird, our Garden of Eden is right here."
"wrong..."
The robin's voice was mixed with painful sobs, and the gorgeous skirt swayed violently, as if telling the owner's inner fluctuations, "That is your Garden of Eden, not mine!"
Fu Xuan suddenly pulled An Ming back to his side and said in an extremely urgent voice: "It's dangerous there!"
At this moment, the robin is like a nuclear bomb that can explode at any time, and no one knows when that moment will come.
Damn it, was her first stop as an unknown guest going to be this exciting?
At this time, Sanyueqi, who was sleeping soundly in the Dream Pool, turned over lazily, laughed in a very ungraceful way, and a few cute snot bubbles came out of his nose.
On the other side, an extremely terrifying area was slowly unfolding. At least now, Fu Xuan and An Ming knew the true strength of the robin.
"Indulge in a sweet dream."
At least this way I don't have to feel the pain anymore.
That way you can see the real sky of Pinocchio.
The robin sang a beautiful ballad softly, and as the gentle and graceful song sounded, a completely different realm from the thousand-faced illusion of fireworks suddenly unfolded.
Fu Xuan and An Ming seemed to be submerged by the water in the Dream Pool at the same time, immersed in countless beautiful dream fragments, and finally drawn into the Pinocchio in the dream.
"Then what fetters my fate?"
An Ming saw the blue pupils gently close, and his consciousness fell into complete darkness in the sad and gentle song.
"Tick tock."
But An Ming woke up again, and the clear sound of ticking clocks was recalled in his ears. The scene in front of him was the same as the room where he had met Huang Quan before.
There was no change in either the position of the furniture or the bubble-filled dream pool.
The only things that changed were the deep purple hue and the various magical objects suspended in the air. Everything indicated that this was already a dream.
The tarot cards with light purple lines seemed to sense An Ming's arrival and burst into dazzling light.
The tarot cards, which were dead objects, seemed to have life at the fingertips of the pair of black gloves. They were connected one after another like flying swallows, and turned into purple butterflies fluttering their wings and falling into An Ming's palm.
"take it easy."
"This is just a dream."
A hand reached out from the darkness and placed the tarot cards one by one on the table. When illuminated by candlelight, a pair of mysterious and elegant eyes appeared.
She held her chin with one hand, and countless peaceful and clear figures were reflected in her eyes.
An Ming flipped over the first tarot card on the table. The silhouette on the card was of a man in a flaming iron cavalry facing the Insect King alone. Tiny glows like fireflies enveloped the card and gently kissed the palm of his hand.
"You already know my name, don't you?"
In front of those mysterious eyes, An Ming whispered the name: "Black Swan."
"Nice to meet you again, Mr. An Ming. I hope this won't be the last time," Black Swan sat elegantly behind the desk, her scarlet lips raised in a shallow arc.
"Destiny doesn't just have one choice, but the ones presented here... are all the most perfect destinies that you have personally chosen."
Countless shadows spread behind the first tarot card. Some are little An Ming who was eaten to death by insects when he was young, and there is also the firefly that burned all its life when it fell for the first time, or the member of parliament who used the fireflies as tools to bury them with his own hands.
Countless shadows make up the darkness at the edge of the Tarot card, but they still cannot swallow up the brilliant fireflies in the center.
"You mean, those are possible parallel worlds?" An Ming frowned, staring at those parallel worlds that never came to an end with Liuying.
In those worlds, he and Liuying were never able to be together until the end, and they never fell in love.
"What you've experienced is reality," Black Swan still smiled and had enough patience with An Ming, "but you haven't turned over the most crucial tarot card yet."
She pushed a tarot card with its back facing in front of An Ming.
That tarot card was as attractive as the firefly that was honest with him, making people want to open it.
An Ming did not hesitate and slowly turned over the tarot card.
In just a moment, the surging darkness swallowed up the card. If the tarot cards belonging to him and Firefly were dominated by glow, then this one had been submerged in darkness.