[Comprehensive] The world is being reset

He should be dreaming.

It wasn't an illusion that was deliberately woven after being invaded by some strange guy in the spiritual world, but a real and naturally occurring dream.

There was a sharp pain in the temple, ringing in the ears, and the groggy head seemed to be loaded with dozens of catties of stones.

are you sick?

Fushimi narrowed his eyes slightly and tried to move.Sure enough, the body eroded by the cold virus didn't even have the strength to stand up.The curtains in the room were drawn, and light of the same color as the rainy sky came in through a gap, which did not brighten the dim vision much.

This feeling is a bit strange, how long has he not been sick?

On the one hand, he clearly knew that he was dreaming, on the other hand, the feeling of weakness imposed on his body by the illusory dream was like a gloomy cold, densely seeping through the cracks in his bones.Fushimi lay bored on the bed and simply stopped struggling.

There were light footsteps passing by outside the door. Although he was in a state where he couldn't move and couldn't see anything, he miraculously knew that there was a nanny hired by the family outside, as if he had opened the perspective of God.

Oh, it turned out to be this time.

Fushimi lay flat and looked at the ceiling above his head, which was flat and emotionless white.He stared intently for a moment, and saw one or two imperceptible spots in the center of the white, like mold.

"Ma'am, the young master is ill."

The sound of crisp high-heeled shoes on the marble floor passed the door, and the woman stopped by the nanny stopped for a while.

"Oh, really?"

The voice was as emotionless as hearing the other party report what to eat today, and the response was only out of politeness.Bringing this topic up casually, Fushimi Musa asked a question that she was more concerned about now, "Is the car to Fujiwara's house ready?"

"The driver is already waiting at the door."

"OK, thanks."

Then there was the smooth and graceful sound of footsteps descending the stairs.

Probably to attend some banquet.

A natural guess passed through his drowsy mind. Fushimi was still lying flat on the bed, his brain was habitually working to filter all kinds of information, and he felt a little bored.

After all, why do you have such a dream?

He didn't have any childhood that he wanted to remember, and he didn't care about family affection... It would be better to say that such a word on that person or Fushimi Kizuo would only make people laugh.After leaving the place where he used to live, he basically didn't think about these two people again. When Fushimi Jinxi died, he was relieved, and the rest of Fushimi Muzuo didn't plan to deal with them anymore.

Enough, already?

At this time, there was another movement outside the door.

"Fu, Mr. Fushimi..."

"Huh? Why are you, monkey?"

Tsk, here it is again, why can't I get rid of this guy in real dreams.

"Master, he is sick and sleeping in his room..."

"What, doesn't the fever get worse the more you sleep, the temperature can only be lowered by letting the blood flow to the legs."

It's this kind of nonsense speech again.

"Hey, monkey, come down for me. Don't pretend to be dead. If you don't come down, I will go up with fireworks."

Fushimi casually closed his eyes as if he didn't hear.

"Come down quickly, do you hear me?"

The people downstairs were still yelling.

So annoying.

Anyway, this is his dream, if you ignore him, that guy won't be able to come.

Fushimi rolled over on the bed with his eyes closed.

"Damn monkey...huh? What's this?"

"Hey, did someone actually send you flowers?"

"'I hope Fushimi gets better soon', what a child's tone."

Fushimi's eyelashes twitched on his eyelids.

"Is this little thing coming over soon? All right, monkey, just lie down on the bed obediently, and I'll play with your friends."

Fushimi Saruhiko completely opened his eyes.

With a "bang" sound of the door panel hitting the wall, Fushimi ran out of the room, almost jumping down from the height of the second floor.In the end, he stood on the last few steps and confronted the man downstairs condescendingly.

"What, didn't this come out alive?"

The man seemed to be very happy and smiled.

Fushimi looked at him quietly for a few seconds, his eyes moved up from the corners of his wickedly raised lips to those malicious eyes.

"I've wanted to say it since before." Then, as if he had made a decision, he sighed softly.The weakness brought about by the high fever is still lingering in the tone, and the voice is slightly panting, "You bastard, you are really annoying."

Then, without waiting for the man's response, he directly reached out and drew out a long knife, then grabbed the handle of the knife with both hands and slashed at it.

It's long overdue.

The emotions in his heart seemed to be turning up in layers of waves, but his eyes still remained unusually calm, looking at the man who was swearing and dodging in embarrassment.Fushimi's hand holding the knife was as steady as a rock, and his strike was sharp and decisive.

This is long overdue.

Fushimi Renxi is a genius.A genius who is outstanding even in the very good Fushimi bloodline.

The figure he had been chasing since he was a child has always existed as a character he couldn't defeat until now.

However, now that he has even experienced the feeling of Zhou Fangzun standing on the opposite side of him, he suddenly feels that this man may not be a big deal anymore.

When he dropped out of high school, a teacher said that he was running away because he couldn't bear it. Maybe that's true.Good for that man, and good for this boring world.

But now, at least it's time to take a step forward.

He can't keep letting a child drag him away.

The moment the man's terrified expression was shattered by the knife, Fushimi Saruhiko slowly opened his eyes.

"Fushimi!"

Before he had time to look around, a glistening silver dumpling had already rushed towards his eyes.Little Lolita's long silver hair reflected the sunlight outside the window, so shiny that it was almost dazzling.

Fushimi closed his eyes for a while before opening them again, and then he met Yasa Sawada who was approaching, with worried little face all over his face.He slowly raised his hand and patted her, his voice was a little hoarse when he just woke up, "Where are we?"

Sawada Ya obediently supported him to sit up, Fushimi's gaze swept around.They are in a classical Japanese-style room, with calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall that are worth a lot of money at first glance, a few cherry blossoms are inserted in a huge blue and white porcelain vase in the corner, and a few pale pink petals are falling lightly. on a dark wooden floor.

Fushimi's brows frowned slightly, and it was obvious that they hadn't escaped from Fushimi Renxi's "game" yet.However, the Honnoji Incident in history took place in June. How could there be cherry blossoms at this time?

Raising his hand to take the water glass that Sawada Ya handed him, Fushimi's eyelashes drooped slightly, and then he heard little Lolita say to him, "This is at Sakurahime's house."

...So who is Sakura Hime?

Fushimi silently touched the position under his left shoulder, and found that the injury on his body was almost healed.He raised his head, and Sawada Lolita was obediently looking at him with wide eyes open. The kimono on her body was changed to a light-colored cherry blossom pink, and her long silver hair was draped obediently on her shoulders. Apart from being a little worried about him, her mood was very stable. , like a well-cared-for ignorant little animal.

Fushimi is [-]% sure that if he asks this little animal "Who is Sakura Hime?", he will get a confused answer of "Sakura Hime is Sakura Hime".

... Sometimes I really don't know if this guy doesn't understand or is just pretending to be stupid.

He gave a "tsk" in displeasure, and raised his hand to rub Sawada Ya's head.The little Lolita sat obediently and was stroked obediently, and she cared seriously, "Fushimi, does your injury still hurt?"

Fushimi Sarubiko's voice was calm, "...it's all right."

It can't be okay.

The boy's too thin wrist rested on her head, and a few strands of hair slid down to block his sight.The moment his pale fingertips slid across the side of her face and then retracted, Ze Tianya felt the warmth of the other person that was transmitted from the touch.

She sat silently on the spot with her face puffed up and held back, but she didn't hold back in the end, she still slowly walked over, carefully avoiding the man's wound, put her arms around his neck and buried her face in his arms inside.

"Fushimi is an idiot."

"Hey."

"idiot."

"Tsk, am I being too nice to you?"

The faint smell of blood was mixed with Fushimi Saruhiko's cool and clear breath like rain. When he spoke, his chest vibrated slightly, and his voice fell lightly on his ears, which was very pleasant to hear.Ze Tianya silently rubbed against his shoulder, and then felt that the person she was hugging raised his hand and seemed to hesitate in mid-air, and then gently placed it on the back of her head.

"...So, did it scare you?" Fushimi's voice was very soft.

Sawada Ya paused slightly and shook his head.

"call……"

The other party seemed to let out a sigh of relief, and then patted her on the head, "Okay, am I here?"

The voice was languid, with a certain very unflattering awkwardness.Sawada Ya silently rubbed back, Fushimi idiot, if you get injured again, I won’t leave Fushimi Renxi for you to play with, go back and slap him to death.

At this moment, Fushimi Saru Hiko just said, "Where's my cell phone?"

The silver-haired little loli blinked, climbed down from him, then touched behind her with her small hand, took out a mobile phone and handed it to him.

Fushimi reached out to take it, opened the lock screen, pressed his fingers on the screen a few times, then raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked up.

Sawada Lolita sat on the spot and looked at him with a "beautiful JPG" expression.

"You deleted that guy?"

The slender eyelashes opened up and down, and the silver-haired little loli tilted her head cutely, "?"

"Don't be stupid." Fushimi stretched out his hand and poked her mercilessly. The little Lolita leaned back with the light force, and then fell forward like a tumbler, lying on his body limply. Moved.

"It's useless." Sawada Ya muttered, "I'm also very angry when she bullies Fushimi."

"So you've been watching from the sidelines?"

A boy's sullen voice came from above, Sawada Lolita rolled over and faced him, blinking her eyes, "Because Fushimi definitely won't like my meddling."

"..."

"?" Sawada got up and leaned over, "Fushimi?"

Fushimi Saruhiko flicked her forehead with his hand in disgust, staring at the little loli who covered her forehead with her hands and blinked at her.

"...the next time is not an example."

When Yaken Toshiro opened the door, he saw that the black-haired boy had already woken up. The moment he heard the sound of the door opening, his gaze was so sharp that it could almost cut through human skin.But soon, his eyelids drooped, and his tone returned to his usual tiredness.

"It is you."

"Yes, Fushimi-kun, are you feeling better?"

Yaken Toshiro and his general who turned his head sideways and called out "Yakuken" greeted him, then closed the door and knelt down beside the bed.After a few simple greetings, he first explained the current situation of himself and others to Fushimi Saru Hiko who had just woken up.

"To put it simply, we were rescued by a passing princess, and now we are temporarily staying in his city."

"Princess?"

"It's Sakurahime-sama."

Fushimi Saru Hiko looked at him indifferently, and his eyes didn't fluctuate much when he heard the word "princess", he just said calmly, "Is it such a coincidence?"

"Actually, it's not a coincidence." Apparently having understood what he meant, Yaken smiled wryly, "Princess Sakurahime came to that place on purpose to save us, at the suggestion of a master Onmyoji. "

"According to Mrs. Yingji, she received a letter from the great onmyoji of Huakaiyuan's family a few days ago. The master onmyoji predicted that someone was in danger in a divination a week ago, and included the time and location. Princess Sakurahime is a very kind adult, and immediately decided to save people after receiving the news."

Needless to say, the saved people are just them.

Yaken Toshiro added, "Sakurahime-sama has a very special healing power, Fushimi-kun, she healed your injuries."

Fushimi Saruhiko lowered his head and rolled up his cuffs to take a look. The place where the retrograde army had made a long knife cut was almost invisible.Pressing the pale skin with his fingertips, he said softly, "So, the point is that Onmyoji?"

"Yes." Yaken Toshiro nodded.

Princess Sakurahime simply wanted to save people out of a kind character, but the one who really knew more was the great onmyoji of the Huakaiyuan family who had predicted their arrival.

"But so far, that Onmyoji-sama doesn't seem to want to see us. Before you woke up, Fushimi-kun, I had vaguely probed there through Sakurahime-sama that I wanted to thank you in person, and then I was tactful. blocked back."

"Where is the lord of this city?"

"It's the same."

Speaking of this, Yaken Toshiro was also a little helpless, "Although the city lord took us in, he didn't forbid Princess Sakurahime to come and go with us. But he himself has always declined me to face him because of his busy schedule. Application to express gratitude.”

Fushimi Saru Hiko raised his head and glanced at him, Yaoken understood, lowered his voice and said softly, "We are not forbidden to go out."

"Although I can't go too far because I have to protect the general and wait for Fushimi-kun to wake up. But I have tested a little bit, except for the place where the city lord lives, other locations are not affected by the family generals of this mansion whether they visit or go out. obstruction."

Then Yaoken said some other information he collected when Fushimi was in a coma, and Fushimi was slightly surprised by how reliable it was.

He clicked his tongue lightly, Fushimi, who hadn't partnered with this type of teammate for a long time, felt a little weird in his heart.

Really, the people you pick up on the road are more reliable than Misaki, why haven't you made any progress for so many years, that guy.