Let the system try to save the world

The hem of Shen Fuguang's retro blue-gray robe had been completely burned. If he hadn't acted quickly to cut it off, half of his body would be naked now.

He was so angry at his own embarrassment that he laughed. Shen Fuguang could no longer maintain his previous appearance of a banished immortal. He raised his sword finger, stood in the air, and his body stopped in mid-air.

The shadow of a giant sword gradually appeared behind Shen Fuguang. The tip of the sword was red-gold, covered with ancient runes, and there were strange and terrifying dark red marks in the gaps.

"Go." Shen Fuguang pointed casually with a cold expression.

The giant sword broke through the air and stabbed down from the clouds.

"Shen Fuguang." Xi Tong was not afraid at all. He looked up at the tip of the sword that was blazing from the friction with the air. "Do you know what day it is today?"

Shen Fuguang raised his eyebrows lazily and said in a nasal voice, "Hmm?"

"Today is adoption day." Xitong raised his hand to stop the giant sword from falling. He even had time to smile and said, "How dare you bully his child in front of my... Xitong's stepfather."

"I don't understand what you are saying." Shen Fuguang inexplicably felt something was wrong. He changed his fingers into palms and pressed hard, and Xitong's legs immediately sank half an inch.

A trace of blood flowed from the corner of Xitong's mouth. He grasped, or rather pinched, the tip of the giant sword, gathered all the spiritual power in his body and fought back fiercely.

Come on! Xitong heard his bones all over his body begin to creak. He secretly groaned, biting his teeth so hard that a bloody smell came out.

——The number one person in Xuanmen, Mo Jinglan!

"Shen Fuguang!" The voice was heard first, and the person arrived later. Xitong only felt that the pressure on his body was relieved, and he fell to the ground due to inertia.

This was the first time Xitong met Mo Jinglan.

He appears very rarely in the original story, and there is not even a photo of him.

Xitong once thought that this was because there were too few plots, and the world consciousness automatically corrected it, so there was no need to keep the photos.

Now that I think about it, it was probably because he had been living in the dark night for the sake of those people under the sun, so even leaving a photo became a luxury.

Mo Jinglan stood in mid-air, the midday sun was so bright that people could not open their eyes. The first thing Xitong saw was his flame-colored lower garment swaying slightly in the wind, and on his shoulders was a cloak with a Tai Chi diagram printed on it, with the Four Symbols and Eight Trigrams.

Mo Jinglan wore two peach wood bracelets on his wrists. The two were connected to each other, secretly in line with the meaning of the operation of the universe. One of them had just knocked Shen Fuguang's giant sword away and returned to Mo Jinglan's wrist.

Xi Tong coughed lightly, spat out the blood in his throat, and muttered, "How dare you bully Lu Jingming's brother in front of Lu Jingming's father? You want to die."

"Mo Jinglan..." Shen Fuguang sneered. He looked Mo Jinglan up and down, "You are not dead yet?"

Mo Jinglan had a pair of bright and charming eyes, and her thick black hair was tied up in a high ponytail. She was obviously a beautiful woman when she was young, but she ruined the atmosphere as soon as she opened her mouth.

"Bullshit!" Mo Jinglan cursed, "I can't die even if you die."

"Don't worry, when you die, I will fly to your grave and eat your tribute like crazy!" Mo Jinglan raised his middle finger at him, "Only Lu He, that good old man, will burn incense and give you two snacks during the Qingming Festival. Did you hear that, Shen Fuguang, the eternal second-in-command!"

"Tell him to bring me kidney bean rolls when the time comes." Shen Fuguang didn't greet him or respond, but slashed at him with his sword, "I like to eat that."

"You are really a toad looking for a frog. You are ugly but have a lot of tricks." Mo Jinglan drew a red dagger from his waist. He took the sword and pointed at Shen Fuguang and cursed, "I only have the snack scraps sold by the old man at the entrance of the Psychic Bureau for eight yuan a pound. Eat them if you want!"

"Children really change a person." Xitong raised his hand to block the sunlight. He looked at the two men who started fighting while talking. What started as a close combat evolved into a spiritual power battle of throwing spells at each other. The sky was flashing with colorful lights, and with the pile of firecrackers he just threw, it was like New Year's Day.

Since raising Lu Jingming, Mo Jinglan, a violent young man, has transformed himself into a gentle and kind father.

It’s no wonder that Lu Jingming is so resistant to the Xi father and son. Anyone who sees such a person smoothing out his edge for himself and holding you in his arms lovingly will admit defeat and surrender.

Xitong retreated to the room on the first floor of the dormitory building, and there was already one more person next to Gu Yugui.

Lu He.

The young Lu He was trying to persuade Gu Yugui to give him the child in her arms. Xitong squeezed between the two of them and held the child in her arms.

The child was lying peacefully in Gu Yugui's arms, but was suddenly picked up by Xitong. His mouth pouted and he was about to burst into tears, but Xitong pinched his mouth.

Lu He showed a complicated expression. He had not yet cultivated the composure that he would have in the next ten years or so to remain calm even if the sky fell. He was frightened by Xi Tong's action.

"Don't cry, Lu Jingming." Xitong weighed the little Lu Jingming in her arms.

Now Xitong can finally go back and tell Lu Jingming, "I held you in my arms when you were a child."

Xitong handed Lu Jingming to Lu He with satisfaction. He thought for a moment. Xitong had a thousand words to say to this young stepfather from more than ten years ago.

Due to the rules of time and space, there are some things that he, like Gu Yugui, cannot say, because those words may greatly change the future.

Xitong had no choice but to pat Lu He's shoulder and said, "Don't get married."

"Marriage is the grave of love." He said sadly, "Otherwise you will regret it."

Sorry, Xi Qihuang. I can only help you up to this point. Xi Tong was somewhat pleased with herself. Look at what I said. How much tension and temptation can it reduce in your love?

Lu He didn't understand why, but he finally hugged Lu Jingming in his arms and smiled with relief.

"Are you children from here?" Lu He asked casually. He was testing whether Xitong and Gu Yugui knew Lu Jingming's identity.

"I'm not an orphan." Gu Yugui shook his head vigorously, "I have a father."

“…Me neither.” Xitong said, ruffling Lu Jingming’s soft hair. “—By the way, when he grows up, don’t ask him to dye his hair.”

There was a hint of vigilance in Lu He's eyes. Two half-grown children who were not orphans suddenly appeared in this special orphanage, holding "that" that he and Mo Jinglan had finally obtained.

Thinking of what Xitong had just said, Lu He suddenly had an incredible guess, "Are you... from the future?"

Xitong and Gu Yugui both revealed unfathomable smiles.

Lu He realized something. He looked down at the child in his arms and said softly, "So we really raised him..."

"In human form."