Fushengfang Night Travel Notes

At the end of the sixth act, Fu Qi took a deep breath and stared at the lake for a long while. After confirming that there was no seventh act, he raised his eyes to look at Ziwulian. Ziwulian was still black, but felt more depressed.

"Is that what you want to tell me?"

As if in response, the ripples around Meridian Lotus became wider.Fu Qi was a little surprised, was he intelligent?

"Are you the boy in the painting?" Fu Qi guessed, but when Zi Wu Lian heard it, she didn't move for a long time.

"You don't want to answer, so why bother looking for me?" She made a gesture and wanted to leave, but the white mist around Fu Qi became thicker and thicker. Only then did Fu Qi realize that there was a little red in the white mist. I can't see it.

After a pause, Fu Qi still looked at Zi Wulian and said:

"If I give you another life..."

Before the words fell, a few bubbles appeared on the surface of the water, slowly floated up, and then exploded in an instant. The crisp sound could be heard very clearly at this time, and it was clear.

A book called "Night Journey" appeared in front of him. The latest page was as black as ink, but it was strangely clear in this environment.

Fu Qi stretched out his hand to caress, and the black book floated above Ziwu Lian, the white mist gradually dissipated, and a line of white words appeared on the paper.

"At midnight, the capital of demons is closed, and it is hard to find a way for humans and demons."

Taking a glance, Fu Qi smiled lightly: "So your name is Ziwu, and it's only reasonable that Ziwu Lian is destined to be with you."

"The agreement is done, and the fifteen-day period has been set."

The Meridian Lotus swayed slowly, and within a short while it was only ten steps away from Fuqi, and the lake surface calmed down a little.

"Go." Seeing this, Fu Qi smiled even wider.

The pond was empty for a moment, Fu Qi looked at the book in front of him, but he didn't know what it was.

Facing the scene in front of him, Xia Ziwu was a little stunned that he had gone back to the past.

Sitting up from the bed, he looked around the room, it was still cramped and cramped, but Xia Ziwu felt very cordial.

"Zi Wu, come out for dinner, I'm going to be late for school." Mother Xia's greeting came from outside the door.

Xia Ziwu was stunned, he hadn't heard this "Zi Wu" for many years, and when he heard it now, he felt timid.He hesitated for a moment as to how he would face the blood-stained man after so many years, and before Xia's mother called out a second time, the door was already opened.

Looking at the busy people at the dining table, Xia Ziwu was excited for a moment and stood aside, but Xia's mother put down the bowls and chopsticks first and came over.

"Ziwu is lazy today, and will stay in bed." The gentle voice recalled Xia Ziwu's thoughts, yes, he has not been stained with blood yet, looking at Xia's mother right in front of him, he has a strong sense of security—— And mom is there.

"Well, let's go right away." After thinking about it, he added, "Don't be too tired."

Xia's mother was surprised for a moment, but then she was moved. How could her child not feel pain? For so many years, Ziwu's withdrawn shadow made it difficult for her to say a few more words, and the reason...

"I'll go first." Grabbing the milk, Xia Ziwu was about to turn around and leave, but now he didn't know how to face her.

"Wait." Xia's mother called Xia Ziwu, holding a white cloth in her hand, with more sadness in her eyes, "I'm sorry Ziwu."

Xia Ziwu looked away, the pure white cloth had more sadness in his eyes, "Ziwu, I'm sorry."

Xia Ziwu looked away. I had carried that pure white cloth for 20 years, and it was hard to forget it. It’s been a long time since I’ve carried it. I’m really not used to it. I sighed in my heart, and reached out to take the white cloth covered in it. eyes.

Many years later, Xia Ziwu still didn't know the material of the white cloth, but only knew that it could well cover up the demonic aura on his body, otherwise it would not have been possible to hide it for so many years.

"Not at all, never at all."