Let the system try to save the world

"Brother Meng said that if I become a vampire knight and have no blood to drink, I can come to him and he will give me a little blood..."

"I don't want to... Even if I become a vampire, I won't suck Brother Meng's blood."

"In the future I will..."

The diary ended here. Xitong turned to the first page. It was all about the child recording his daily happiness and sadness. It was a list of meaningless things. Thinking of the child's ending, Xitong felt inexplicably sad while reading it.

There are four words written on the inside of the hard cover of the notebook. They are not the stroke-by-stroke handwriting of a child, but the cursive handwriting of an adult with more stable pen control.

"Low flower tree shadow."

The corridor was filled with the cheers of children; their screams and laughter woke Xitong from his thoughts.

There was a thumping sound coming from upstairs, and Xitong couldn't help but be shocked. After Gu Yugui's body became smaller, did his intelligence also decrease? Why did he still have the habit of jumping around upstairs?

He raised his head and his pupils shrank suddenly.

There was a little child sleeping soundly on the ceiling. He coughed in his sleep from time to time, his little eyebrows were wrinkled, and he was holding a doll with white hair and green clothes tightly in his hands.

Xitong suddenly understood what Gu Yugui meant when he said that no one could leave.

Even if the body dies, the soul will forever wander in this orphanage that has been razed to the ground.

Xitong didn't want to stay any longer. He turned around and prepared to leave the dormitory to reunite with Gu Yugui, but out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of flames rising into the sky.

Shen Fuguang had completely dug up the mound of earth. He turned his back to Xitong so that Xitong could not see his expression.

The firelight made Shen Fuguang's face flicker, and his hands were tightly clenched on the hilt of the sword.

Something seemed to be burnt in the pile of earth, and that thing suddenly moved. Shen Fuguang immediately focused his attention, drew his sword and chopped at that thing.

The thing that was burned black was very small. It had human limbs and a head. It stood up with difficulty and had barely escaped from Shen Fuguang's sword. It looked even more pitiful now.

It was screaming. The vocal cords of this little black figure seemed to be burned, and it sounded like an old crow that had been crying for too long and was calling miserably.

The plastic sheet covering the bed and table in the room was blown up by the breeze, the sky darkened in an instant, and Xitong smelled the moisture in the air.

"Is it...going to rain?" Xitong raised his hand in disbelief and caught a wisp of moisture-carrying wind.

"Meng! Ru! Yan!" Shen Fuguang turned around with gritted teeth and pointed the sword in his hand in one direction.

"Shen Fuguang, why are you shouting so loudly?" Meng Ruyan's voice was surprisingly close to Xitong. Xitong heard the flamboyance and wantonness in his tone as never before. "You've been in the gutter for so long, haven't you seen the rain?"

"Meng Ruyan, Meng Ruyan." Shen Fuguang said with a smile, "You are just a little kid who has not yet grown up. How dare you speak nonsense here?"

"I don't kill nameless people with my sword. Just tell Lu He to come out and see me!" Shen Fuguang raised his sword, and his three-foot-high peak gleamed coldly in the sunlight. "Director Lu claims to be the leader of the righteous path. How can he hide behind a junior?"

"Do you think you are worthy enough to ask Lu He to take action?" Xi Tong knew that he could not watch any longer. He pulled out a plastic toy sword from the box. Only a bare hilt was left.

Xitong knew that he had taken the right thing, and a stream of spiritual energy turned into a sword and slashed forward.

Shen Fuguang didn't even try to dodge. He just raised the scabbard on his waist, and the spiritual energy that Xitong had cut out was like snow water under the scorching sun, and it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"A heartless thing." Shen Fuguang waved his scabbard with disdain, "You are a mortal who doesn't even have the sword intention. You are not even half as good as Meng. Tell me your name and I will give you a quick death."

"Go do your thing." Xitong did not look back, and Meng Ruyan was not frightened by Xitong's appearance. He nodded slightly, threw something to Xitong, protected the dark little ghost, and ran away.

"The country I saw was suffering from a severe drought, with a thousand miles of barren land." Shen Fuguang said coldly, "It moves like the wind, and its name is Ba. - You are young and ignorant, and you really released an extraordinary thing."

"Although I disdain to be associated with the Psychic Bureau, I still have a bit of good thoughts in my heart. I want to stain this sword once more to cut off this cause and effect. Do you know how many innocent people will die if I let that Hanba go?"

"Good intentions? That's really funny." Xitong took the box of things. He didn't have time to look at it. He tightly grasped the plastic sword. The sword was too light and had no blade. "Meng Ruyan is my old friend. His character is much more upright and kind than yours. You should ask yourself this question!"

"Why didn't you mention the word good intention when you took those dozens of lives?"

"Nothing I have done has ever violated my moral principles." Shen Fuguang said, "If we don't agree, then there's no point in talking. Do you want to use that toy to test whether my Shadow is sharp?"

Xitong didn't say much, just made a starting gesture, "Xitong, please teach me, fellow Taoist."

"Very good." Shen Fuguang did not look down on Xitong because of this. "As the saying goes, a good calligrapher does not choose paper or pen, and a good swordsman can use leaves and flying flowers as swords."

"My name is Shen Fuguang, and this sword is called Lueying. Please, fellow Taoist, please give me some advice!"

The two of them stepped forward at the same time, and the shadow made of some unknown metal and the plastic toy collided with each other with a clang, splashing a rain of flowers.

The opponent's strength was amazing. Xitong raised the plastic sword in his hand with force and used the spine of the sword to swing the shadow away along the edge of the sword.

Xitong took a step back and used his spiritual power to erect a barrier between the two.

Shen Fuguang made a sword flower, then stabbed again with his backhand. A cold star pierced out thousands of rays of light. Xitong raised his sword to block, and for a while, the sound of clinking was endless.

"Not bad." Shen Fuguang was strolling leisurely in the garden. He even put one hand behind his back. "By the standards of a beginner, it's pretty good."

"Since you are also Lu He's junior, I will teach you a lesson today on behalf of Lu He." He swung his sword evenly, and the plastic sword in Xitong's hand broke silently. The exposed light tubes and wires seemed to be laughing at Xitong's recklessness. "To be brave but without strategy is to be reckless!"

"I'd like to teach you." Xitong snorted coldly, and a flash of lightning burst out from the sword blade. "You can play with a few iron sticks, do you think you are the best in the world?"

What if a heartless thing has no sword intent? A silver dragon flew out of the plastic sword fiercely and slashed directly at Shen Fuguang.

"You are stubborn, arrogant, and you dare to pretend to be a teacher?" Xitong took advantage of Shen Fuguang's arm spasming due to the electric shock and swung the sword again, "You don't even know who I am, and you dare to fight me in the rain?"

Out of ten system books, nine systems will provide electric shock punishment!

The main system is the best among them. Its spiritual barrier is not to block Shen Fuguang's sword, but to block the rain!

"Good boy!" Shen Fuguang used his scabbard with his other hand to block the attack of Xitong's broken sword. Instead of getting angry, he laughed, "This is a bit interesting!"

Shen Fuguang simply abandoned his sword. This long sword now had no advantage except being a large conductor. He said softly, "The power of gold and iron will protect me."

After he recited this spell, Xitong clearly felt that the spiritual energy around him had disappeared.