PFC Chapter 180: Fellowship, 2 Nightmares
Chapter 180: Fellowship, 2 Nightmares
The teachings of the past few days did not bring him closer to Danfeng at all, and Danfeng still had the same favorable impression of Fusheng.
It can be said that Dan Feng's attention was just diverted, and he did not really forget the injuries he had suffered before.
"It's really a ditch - it's not easy to deal with." Yannian held a wolf hair brush with the tip dipped in thick ink and corrected Danfeng's homework. After teaching Danheng, he had to teach his previous life.
"Boss, drink some milk."
"Tomorrow's social gathering...you have to go with Danfeng. Seriously, you alone are enough, why do you have to bring Danfeng along?"
"Did Jingliu tell tales to the general? It must be..." Dankun muttered.
The fraternity is divided into several levels.
The top layer is where the core figures of several major clans gather together, and below is where ordinary people are partying.
"Don't overthink it. Dan Feng is nothing more than a foil."
Yannian sneered, "A clown jumping around is ultimately not worth mentioning."
"Yes, Danfeng is the clown, the supporting role. Boss, you are the big red flower." Dankun immediately responded.
"Stop flattering me, it's just a social gathering, go back and rest."
"Oh... this is Danfeng's homework. Haha... what a weird handwriting. It's so ugly."
"This is... my handwriting."
"I'm going back to rest, Boss, you go to bed early."
That year, Dankun turned around and left, as if he had made some kind of decision.
Yannian's eyelids twitched. With so many things to deal with recently, he started to read like he did when he was in the Ten Kings Division, circumventing the strokes. The exclusive master of interpretation, Jackdaw, could always understand it and even polish it up a bit.
"Danfeng's eyes were indeed not right yesterday, so I'll just write it stroke by stroke reluctantly." Yannian wiped the sweat from his forehead and wrote seriously until late at night, then drank the milk.
"Why does milk taste strange?"
"Forget it. Next time I'll ask Dankun if he added anything else strange." Yannian folded the documents carefully, went back to bed, and thought about tomorrow's social gathering.
Did Teng Xiao invite two people?
According to normal thinking, Teng Xiao would definitely support Dan Feng, after all, he is the orthodox one, so calling him over is a hidden warning.
Xianzhou couldn't solve the problem of Chiming either.
It would be abnormal if the Vajra Master didn't cause some trouble.
With the general personally putting pressure on him, I think he won't have an easy time tomorrow.
Yannian fell asleep with this thought in mind, but when he opened his eyes the next day, he found himself lying on the desk and had turned into Danfeng again.
"Ok?"
"Again?" Yannian was confused, pulling the dragon horn. Before he could react, those extras from last time kicked the door in again.
"You just read and read all day long, rote memorization, without any skills at all. How can you build a beautiful and bright future? No wonder you can't compare to Master Fusheng."
"What time is it? Are you still sleeping? I need someone to treat you——"
Before the extra could finish his words, Yannian used a series of moves to throw him out of the window.
"Oh no, Dan Feng."
Yannian ran out and met Danfeng who had turned into "Fusheng" halfway. The other party looked sleepy and blinked several times to relieve the soreness in his eyes.
"My skin feels itchy at night, as if something is sticking out. What's wrong with your body?" Dan Feng rubbed his eyes. This was the same situation last time.
"I'm not in the situation you described at all," Yannian rejected.
The two wanted to communicate but were interrupted by the messenger who came from the fairy boat.
"You two, let's go. The general invites you." The envoy let his hands hang naturally, and gently raised his right arm with his palm facing up.
"Okay." Yannian had no choice but to go ahead. Danfeng, on the other hand, looked indifferent. He took out a book from his arms and read while walking.
"Dan Feng, now is not the time to study... You are in danger now."
Yannian reminded quietly.
"Hmm." Dan Feng remained unmoved and turned the pages of the book.
Do you have to be so bold? Yannian was speechless.
In front of us is the general's mansion, with a tall and majestic gate with carved dragons and phoenixes on it. The gleaming golden copper nails are neatly arranged, like medals deposited over the years.
The soldier bowed to Yannian and led the way to the reception room. Through the screen, he could vaguely see the shadows of three people and hear their hearty laughter.
Teng Xiao, Jing Liu...and the leader of the fox clan.
"Dragon Lord, there's no need to be so reserved... Come in and sit down."
"And Master Fu Sheng Long."
Although he had never heard of the person, Teng Xiao mentioned him in a casual manner.
"Yes." Yannian walked into the living room and sat next to Teng Xiao. Danfeng sat across from him, his eyes fixed on the book. Jingliu smiled faintly and subconsciously wanted to say, "Eating while holding a book... How rude."
"Jingliu, there's no need to be so particular about details. Come, drink, drink."
Teng Xiao waved his hand, full of energy. He was a military general and was less restrained by the rules of scholars. He picked up the wine jug and filled Yannian's glass.
"General..." Yannian's mouth twitched. He didn't like drinking.
"Yin Yue, drink Yue, it's been so long since we last met, don't be shy." Teng Xiao laughed, suspecting that he had confused this body with someone else. After all, all the Dragon Lords of all generations were the same, even if their cores were different.
As the cups and glasses of wine were pushed around, the aroma of intoxication filled the air, filling the entire banquet. Yannian was a little confused and only heard Jingliu say a few words, "General, you've got the wrong person. Long Zun is not very old, so let him drink less."
"got the wrong person?"
"Yes, yes, yes. Look at my memory. He's long gone. I was wondering why I couldn't drink so much."
"Let's keep drinking."
I thought Teng Xiao would secretly trick Fu Sheng into telling me something, but was he overthinking it?
Yannian supported his face with his hands, his consciousness dissipated, but soon condensed into a blank space. In the mist, there was a roaring dragon.
"I am dreaming again... Could this be the real magic method of transforming into a dragon?" Yannian wiped his eyes and suddenly became alert.
The fog dissipated, and just like the first time, what appeared was still his hometown - Xuanwu Star.
On an ordinary night, he lurked in the darkness, a dagger on his back, looking towards the building, waiting for the moment to strike the fatal blow.
"Yannian...it's me."
Yannian stood beside him, his eyes trembling. He looked towards the horizon and saw several meteors streaking across the sky along with huge warships.
"What's going on?" The seventeen-year-old self looked up with a puzzled look.
"what is that?"
"It's them... who are invading!"
"Yonju!"
The flames fell, and with a loud bang, the city was instantly engulfed in flames. Fragments of various creatures flew everywhere. When the blood was about to dye the sky red, it was evaporated by the high temperature, leaving only the smell of blood. Not even a wailing was heard.
Their voices overlapped in the ashes, and Yannian and his seventeen-year-old self ran towards home.
All the cats ran away in terror and were flattened by the beast's claws.
The assassin fought with great struggle, and just as he was secretly rejoicing at the moment he had cut the opponent's vitals, he was killed by them while being mocked by them.
Under God's blessing, the inhabitants of this planet are nothing more than a group of ants.
Several Bu Li people stopped the seventeen-year-old self. The seventeen-year-old self drew his dagger, his eyes cold but unable to hide his anxiety.
Yannian sped up and he was now fast enough and strong enough.
He has the ability to take Yanju away from this place.
The two figures passed each other, Yannian ran in the ruins, and finally saw Yanju near his home.
The young man with warm yellow hair was surrounded by several Bu Li people and looked very thin.
"Yan Ju... be careful." Before Yan Nian could finish his words, his pupils widened.
Because in just a moment, Bu Liren was reduced to ashes. Yan Ju's warm yellow eyes narrowed slightly, and he twirled a gun at his fingertips, saying lightly, "Don't get in the way, you bunch of trash."
"Do you think you can act recklessly because you have God's blessing?"
"Ridiculous! Even a Star God has to abide by the rules."
Yan Ju raised his eyes and smiled gently, "The distance is a bit far, let's get closer and reunite with brother."
"This is a play. What matters is not the length of the performance, but the excitement of the performance. The curtain call is almost here, just a little bit short."
"Yanju...what are you talking about? You." Yannian walked forward and wanted to touch the boy, but his dream turned to ashes, and he was drowned by the sudden sea water and couldn't breathe.
"Uh—wait a minute."
Yannian suddenly opened his eyes, a cold sweat broke out on his back, he gasped for breath and held his forehead.
"what happened?"
A familiar voice passed by his ears. Yannian looked up and saw Danfeng holding a gun and waving it in the courtyard. Red banners were tied under the eaves around. The sound of people playing came from the distance. The social gathering had begun.
"What's happening to me..." Yannian whispered.
"Do you forget it?"
"In the middle of the banquet, you suddenly said you had a headache and wanted to go out for a walk, and asked me to come with you."
Dan Feng looked back and said, "You even called the wrong name at that time. Fortunately, everyone just thought you were drunk."
"The hangover soup is right next to you. It's a cold night, so I warmed it up for you."
Dan Feng withdrew his gaze and continued to wave the gun, sometimes sharp, sometimes steady, but none of these felt right. A hint of dissatisfaction flashed in Dan Feng's eyes.
"Thank you." Yannian took a sip of wine and calmed down a little.
"I didn't say anything weird in my sleep, did I?"
"I don't care if there is."
Dan Feng responded coldly.
Yannian nodded, with complex emotions surging in his eyes. Whenever he entered Danfeng's body, he would have this strange dream. This was the nth time.
He seemed—
The trees swayed in the breeze, the cold light flashing from the gun tip blended with the moonlight, and the sound of breaking wind cut through the flying fallen leaves, tearing apart the silence of the night.
"This is not right, Yannian, can you wave it in front of me again?"
"It's the shot at the last banquet." Dan Feng stopped and looked expectant.
"Uh-huh?"
"How did you come up with that name?"
Yannian was responding when his body suddenly stiffened. It turned out that he was talking in his sleep.
"You just called yourself that, and then said, 'It's them... who are invading!'" There was no sound after that, but... you looked painful." Dan Feng paused, turned his head, and a ripple appeared in the depths of his eyes.
That expression was too cruel, like crawling in the abyss.
But... after a while, it became unbelievable again, as if I had glimpsed some truth.
In the end, it was all despair.
"I see... Dan Feng, let me demonstrate."
"In the second story, K0047 was saved by God during the war and came to a new place. The people there were very kind, but K0047 lived very cautiously."
"One day, K0047 wanted a friend, and God gave him a friend."
"But k0047 had to play a role that made his friend feel comfortable. His friend didn't accept it at first, but then another elder said to him."
"Desire sincerely, and one day he will feel it. If he accepts your sincerity, he will definitely respond to you."
"This is the second story." Yannian took the gun and recalled Danfeng's actions. The tip of the gun sank, and after the afterimage, the tree was cut off.
"Then the question arises, is k0047 playing the role to desire, or is he taking off the mask?"
Dan Feng's eyes were indifferent as he looked at Yannian through the moonlight.
In the silver light, Yannian smiled faintly, and the shadows under his feet spread in all directions. Something had changed.
"He can only survive by betraying himself and deceiving others."
"Dan Feng...you too, you will betray yourself and become Dragon Lord, you have no choice." Yannian put away his gun and spoke coldly.
"But I believe my Nian Yan will take me away with him."
"If I don't like this place."
"I don't need to live by betraying myself, nor do I need to survive in hypocrisy, because someone will remember who I really am."
Their eyes met, and Dan Feng spoke lightly.