[Quick Transmigration] Tragedy Game

Jiang Wuyuan didn't speak at the back, the temperature transmitted from his wrist was scalding, burning all the way to the bottom of his heart.

Jiang Wuyuan once thought about trust and forgiveness. He didn't know whether a white lie can be forgiven or a cruel fact can be trusted with human emotions. He thought about it, according to the people in other worlds he experienced before .

Many people still like white lies, because lies can at least cover up the cruelty of the facts. Not everyone is brave enough to accept the reality as it is. What about Fang Muyu?

this is a problem.

Fang Muyu went straight to a teahouse, asked for a private room, went upstairs, opened the door and threw Jiang Wuyuan in, and closed the door forcefully.

Jiang Wuyuan lay on the cushion and changed his previous attitude, raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "You can't wait so much?"

"I'm not joking with you." Fang Muyu sat down with a livid face, "Since you want to be my master, I must understand you. Why don't you have a heartbeat? What happened in the war eight years ago, and... ..." He leaned closer to the person who was still smiling, very seriously——

"How did my sister die?"

When Jiang Wuyuan heard the last sentence, his body trembled, his smiling face could not be maintained, and he lay down with his arms covering his eyes.

"I can only answer the last one. Your sister... died to save me."

Fang Muyu was stunned for a moment: "I know, what about the others?"

Jiang Wuyuan's voice was hoarse: "I said, I can only say the last one, don't force me."

Fang Muyu: ...

"Let's have lunch, let's order some dishes for the teacher." Jiang Wuyuan propped himself up on his elbows, opened the door and went out, and fled in despair.

Fang Muyu frowned tightly behind him.

Suddenly, a carrier pigeon flew into the door, cooed a few times, and tilted his head to look at Fang Muyu. The latter tried to reach for it, saw a small tube on the pigeon's foot, pulled out the note inside, and the pigeon immediately fluttered. Edge flies away.

Fang Muyu glanced out the window, unfolded the note——

"If you want to know about your master, I will meet you at the back mountain of the Zishi sect today."

Roll up the note and move it to the candlestick, only ashes are left on the note in an instant.

"What are you doing here today?"

During the meal, Fang Muyu didn't say anything about the note, but stopped his chopsticks and asked the drinker opposite him.

"Before I became a teacher, I saw your expression, and it seemed that you were interested in the world's festivals, so I reported to the master and brought you to play for a few days."

Suddenly, Fang Muyu's anger subsided a little. He didn't expect this person to observe so carefully: "No need, we'll go back later."

Jiang Wuyuan raised his eyes: "You... don't regret it. Since the teacher knows that you have been practicing hard at home to lay the foundation, and you have never come out to play, let's go at night, at least I will show you the night scene of the world."

Fang Muyu felt like a stick in his throat, so he immediately put his head down and picked up the chopsticks to continue picking up vegetables. After a long time, he suddenly raised his head and asked without beginning or end:

"What do you... exist as?"

After asking, both of them were stunned.

"Apprentice... what do you mean?" Jiang Wuyu forced the corners of his mouth to ask, the corners of his mouth were twitching continuously, like a surprised and wry smile.

This sentence doesn't seem to be the language expression that should be in this era, even Jiang Wuyuan was stunned for a moment and didn't think of it.

"No. Just pretend I didn't say anything." Fang Muyu hid his expression and put down his chopsticks: "I'm done eating, let's go."

In the afternoon, Fang Muyu was absent-mindedly walking on the road, but Jiang Wuchen returned to his original laughing look, and dragged him around—watched a show in the stands, went to the casino, but was immediately dragged out by Fang Muyu. Yuan still planned to go to the brothel, but seeing Fang Muyu's black dripping face dispelled the idea. Later, he went to the Qifu Temple to see people's beliefs and admired the acrobatics on the way...

Finally at night, when the lanterns came on, the street became colorful in an instant, and the lanterns of various colors gave off a dazzling light, and the sky was full of stars against the lanterns.

Only by watching will you know how beautiful the festivals on earth are.Auntie took him to a lantern festival when she was a child, and she can't remember the specific Fang Muyu very clearly, but she only remembers how beautiful it was. After that, Auntie never took him out to play, and later Auntie...

"Apprentice, here."

The memory was interrupted, and Fang Muyu was shocked when he raised his eyes and saw Jiang Wuren's big smiling face.

The two stood at the head of the bridge, and the slowly flowing lanterns drifted with the waves, stretching far away, as if the galaxy fell into the human world, which was quite spectacular.

Jiang Wuyuan held a lantern in his hand, a light blue lotus flower, and a blank piece of paper was placed at the stamen.

He took out a pen with the other hand as if conjuring, and said with a smile: "Although we are not ordinary people, and the road of cultivation is graceful, no one can last forever, but now we are in the world, do as the Romans do, let's make a wish." .”

"Brother, we will not be ordinary people in the future, but here, when it comes to festivals, we will do as the Romans do. This lantern is for you. Make a wish."

The handsome face of the man in front of him gradually overlapped with the face of my elder sister many years ago. Fang Muyu's eyes turned red, she turned her face and wiped her eyes with her sleeve, and reached out to snatch the lantern.

Jiang Wuyu handed over the brush with a smile, and Fang Muyu wrote a few words under cover, folded the note and put it on the stamen, bent down and put the lantern into the water, pushed it gently, and quietly watched it gradually blend into the other flowers. In the lantern, drifting farther and farther.

"What did the apprentice write?"

Fang Muyu: "I won't tell you."

"Ah~ don't be so stingy..."

"gone."

"Hey...Okay, okay. Tutu, slow down! There are too many people, don't get lost! Tutu! Hey!"

Stopping and walking, Fang Muyu inexplicably felt a little dazzling when he looked at the family next to him or the couples. The people around him kept talking about folk anecdotes, but he didn't have the heart to listen at all.

"Apprentice."

Jiang Wuyuan held him back.

Fang Muyu returned a puzzled look.

Jiang Wuyuan suddenly tilted his head and smiled, and pointed to the sky with the other hand.

In the next second, only a few "咻" were heard.

Fireworks bloomed under the stars all over the sky, one after another, printing the sky brilliantly, Fang Muyu was a little dazed looking at it, only the bright fireworks were left in his eyes, and Jiang Wuchen was vaguely heard talking in his ears:

"Apprentice, happy birthday."

"Brother, happy birthday!"

! !

Fang Muyu turned her head, her words choked up: "...how do you...know?"

Jiang Wuyuan chuckled: "Of course I know, as a teacher, are you happy?"

Fang Muyu nodded imperceptibly: "Thank you."

Jiang Wuyuan hooked his shoulder carelessly: "Why, don't you have any objections to my master?"

Fang Muyu turned cold and waved his hand away: "I just thank you for what you did today. You killed my sister. I will never forgive you. Go back to the sect."

He didn't forget the promise of Zishi.

He must figure it out.