PFC Chapter 1028 How Many Books Are There of Emotional Debts? (4700 words)
Chapter 1028 How Many Books Are There of Emotional Debts? (4700 words)
Chapter 1028 How Many Books Are There of Emotional Debts? (4700 words)
In the Library of Magic from All Ages, a place that no detector can find.
squeak-
The heavy door was slowly pushed open, and Huai Shi felt the cold and damp space inside, as well as the rich but inert elemental energy. His steps clearly paused for a moment.
call.
He exhaled, one hand wrapped in bandages, the other carrying a picnic basket, and walked down the steps made of anti-magic stone into the dark, lightless basement. The door behind him was sealed as a magical incantation appeared.
"Customer with user ID 'Jieeqi', your JD.com delivery order has been delivered."
Huai Shi looked at the order and said, "The price of a cup of lemon tea to beat up a scumbag and a serving of Starry Sky special punishment food is 9.9 Royal Coins."
His voice gradually faded, and then he slowly raised his head to look at the figure bound to the cross by chains and shackles.
If it were anyone else, they might have gloated or even made a few jokes, but Huai Shi was different. At this moment, a trace of sorrow appeared deep in his eyes.
The saying "when the lips are gone, the teeth are cold" and "when the rabbit dies, the fox grieves" can be used to describe the sorrow of things of the same kind. Huai Shi seemed to see the future, a dead end even more desperate than the end of bloodshed.
boy help boy
As a fellow man, I felt a deep sense of empathy at that moment.
"Isn't it Miss Broom who delivers the food?" Su Lin looked up and said dejectedly, "I thought I'd be fed by a soft, pink broom."
Sorry, I take back what I said earlier. I can't empathize with him at all. This guy has completely given up and started to show his scumbag tendencies.
"Don't you want to get out of here sooner?" Huai Shi advised, "Given the current situation, you should be more careful about what you say and do."
"What can we do? The pink-haired Elena is too lethal. Even the white-haired fetish DNA I inherited from Yu the Great has been defeated." Su Lin sighed deeply.
"Why is it the white hair of Yu the Great that controls the DNA?" Huai Shi asked, puzzled.
How did you study history?
"I'm an art student; all I need to master is practicing the piano and giving a speech."
"There's nothing we can do about it, considering you're supposed to be the Lesser Master of Fate."
Su Lin frowned and explained, "According to the 'Heavenly Questions' in the Chu Ci, Yu married a woman from the Tu Shan clan, named Nü Jiao. They married on the day of Xin, Ren, Gui, Jia, when Qi cried his first cry."
In ancient times, Yu the Great was so busy controlling the floods that he worked overtime every day, which resulted in him not having a partner even at the age of thirty. Once, when he was controlling the floods and came to Tushan, he happened to be troubled by the problem of being single, so he said, "If I were to marry, Heaven would surely respond."
As soon as he finished speaking, a nine-tailed white fox appeared in front of him.
Therefore, Yu the Great married the nine-tailed fox of the Tushan clan.
"Yu married a woman from Tushan, named Nüjiao. The white-haired nine-tailed fox, in its human form, was naturally a beautiful white-haired girl, and this gene was passed down from generation to generation."
"But how do you explain the fact that some people don't control white-haired people?"
"That proves he's not a descendant of Yu the Great, or that his bloodline is insufficient! Even Lu Xun said that white hair represents justice!"
Huai Shi, whose Chinese language scores were relatively good, can confirm that Lu Xun never said such a thing.
“But white hair is indeed very good-looking.” Huai Shi had a great idea to sit down with the other person, have a drink, cook a few dishes, and talk about the evolution and choices of human XP.
But just as he opened the picnic basket and took out the food, he suddenly came to his senses.
Didn't I come here to deliver takeout?!
"Don't be shy, sit down and eat with us," Su Lin sincerely invited.
"I can't finish it all by myself, so I'll share half with you. You can eat it all, no problem."
Wo Ri ***
I almost got infected?!
Is this God not only an expert in stopping time but also skilled in psychology and hypnosis?! There must be something wrong with that!
But honestly, Coach, I'd like to learn this move.
"Sit down, Huai Shi, please sit down."
Your food delivery has been completed.
"Don't let waiting become a regret, my child, do you really want to leave me?"
"Where did you come from, this empty-nest God?!"
Huai Shi looked up at the cross. If that heartbroken movie star on it were to work hard at Hell Film Studio, winning an Oscar would be no problem at all.
However, he did not leave because, in addition to the takeout order, he also noted that he needed help feeding the child.
"You can't really be trapped here, can you?" Huai Shi asked suspiciously.
He inserted a straw, raised the lemon tea to Su Lin's lips, and
"She's already trying to imprison me, so of course I have to respond. If I actually tried to escape, that would be truly the end of me. *slurp* Why is it sugar-free?!?"
Su Lin stuck out her tongue because the lime juice was too sour.
"Huai Shi, could you learn from Abyss Blazing Sun, dye your hair white, and then wear a maid outfit? Maybe that would make you look sweeter."
"Is your humanity overflowing? You're starting to resemble a perverted online troll." Huai Shi said speechlessly.
"Uh," Su Lin thought for a moment after hearing this: "It seems to be the second time. The last time was when Emiya's dish broke my defenses."
"When you get back later, have Klein pass on my thanks to Ye Fan and wish him and his family happiness and a joyous reunion."
This cause and effect is too great; Huai Shi feels that he probably cannot bear it.
"Actually, this isn't bad either."
Su Lin paused for a moment and said, "It's quite easy to be a cultivator who does things out of interest, without being God or the Heavenly Emperor, and without all those fancy titles and endless work."
“I understand. Just like a real prince needs to use the restroom, when you're dreaming about those magnificent and desirable things, don't forget your true self.” Huai Shi agreed, but suddenly stopped picking up food with her chopsticks.
Damn it! How did a casual chat turn into a meal?!
He dropped his chopsticks and sighed silently, saying, "Actually, what you've experienced is what I was destined to experience sooner or later, immersing myself in divine glory and solemnity, day after day."
Personally, I don't think there's anything wrong with that. The only problem is that the world needs Taiyi, but everyone prefers Huai Shi.
Huai Shi sometimes sees similar reflections in Su Lin.
Of course, this doesn't refer to the pigeon's characteristic of being as black as a crow, but rather to the balance between abundant divinity and extreme hedonistic humanity.
Possessing the Book of Destiny, he himself will sooner or later become a selfless, generous, and noble prince in the destiny of reviving the ideal country, and a majestic and righteous divine incarnation.
Nothing is truly permanent; this applies to people and the world, yet even so...
"The only thing that can distinguish the true self is love."
Huai Shi said softly, "Some people love the Heavenly Emperor, some people love God, but the person who truly loves you is Su Lin."
"Yes, I love you too." Su Lin nodded with a smile.
Hehehe. Are you trying to say it's fatherly love?!
However, Huai Shi was already used to this person taking advantage of him. In fact, as long as he could make a profit from those bastards in the present and the underworld, he wouldn't mind using his status as Jesus' cousin to knock on the church door.
"I'm actually quite curious."
Huai Shi stuffed the lemon tea straw into Su Lin's mouth: "Are you the lead actor in 'Fantasy Land Love Story: We Are All Little Gods'? Or is it actually First Sky?"
Su Lin didn't know if he was too sour or too astringent to speak. After finishing his fruit tea, he remained silent for a while before finally saying, "The original First Sky is long dead."
"Back in Gensokyo."
"My evil thoughts, the spiritual remnants of the First Heaven, and the materialized power of my spirit."
"What's the difference?"
"Just think of it as my rebellious personality spontaneously splitting, and after some 'training,' only my will remains. Hey, that thing is dirty, don't get it in my face!"
Su Lin looked at Huai Shi, who was about to feed her punitive noodles, and tilted her head back, resisting with all her might. In the end, she tore off the chains and walked down from the cross.
"Don't use that kind of misleading language, and besides, you have hands, don't you?" Huai Shi put down the noodles.
He observed Su Lin's expression for a while, then took out the cigarettes he had swiped from Lao Fu that morning.
"Want a smoke? Or do you want some chocolate?"
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The scene was quite bizarre: a seventeen-year-old boy and his godfather, who was less than a year old, were squatting under a cross, smoking.
"Could you mail out the timeline segmentation technique and revise it extensively?" Huai Shi asked, pulling out "On Timeline Segmentation".
"Give up, kid."
"It's good for everyone. If we can improve our empathy, wouldn't it be better for everyone in the group to help each other survive?"
The main thing is that it's quite interesting to take you all down to hell together.
Su Lin's hand holding the cigarette trembled slightly. He remained silent, occasionally coughing because he was not used to the smell of smoke.
"In the movie, the domineering and arrogant Heavenly Emperor took the young God to an abandoned Gensokyo time-space to live in the Hakurei Shrine and took care of his daily life."
"While claiming it was for easier control, he actually showered her with meticulous care and love, and even plundered the essence of the resurrected alien life form to refine pills and restore her strength."
"The shadows stretched longer in the cramped space, the light disappeared outside the window, and in the Hakurei Shrine on a rainy day, two people, unaware of their own existence, stared blankly at the sky."
Huai Shi said meaningfully, "If this actor were you, and you still have that memory, then you'd be in big trouble."
"This lousy TV series hasn't been taken down yet?!" Su Lin couldn't help but ask.
It is only visible to the parties involved, but it is actually the most-watched TV series in the multiverse. Its producer, Mr. Lu, captured the extreme sense of loneliness in the film.
Through a series of coincidences orchestrated by Nidhogg, the two lonely figures at the center of supreme divine authority gradually developed a resonance within themselves.
To be honest, this is the second time I've watched this TV series.
Huai Shi asked doubtfully, "You really have memories?"
"..." Su Lin propped her head up with one hand and glanced at Huai Shi, seemingly not wanting to answer the question.
“Actually, I understand you. Let’s wait a moment.” Huai Shi took out the Book of Destiny and flipped through it: “There is a similar situation in Chapter 1093 of the Apocalypse Forecast.”
I also got caught up in a chaotic scene in that chapter because of that scumbag Tong Ji, so Su Lin…
He addressed Su Lin by his full name once again, not as "Old Godfather" or "gangster," but as Huai Shi, speaking to him directly.
"You're actually afraid they'll get hurt because of this, aren't you? But running away won't change anything, even though it is indeed a difficult problem."
Huai Shi looked at Su Lin, whose expression had turned slightly strange, and spread her hands with pity: "You chose this yourself. If you had flirted with just a few less people, you wouldn't have ended up in such a terrible state!"
"First, I never take the initiative; I believe in never refusing and never taking responsibility. Second, are you talking about me or yourself?" Su Lin's eye twitched. "Third, why are you wearing Pinru's clothes while reciting Tongji's lines?"
"Because I need someone to pave the way for me, even if that person is God." Huai Shi puffed out his chest, his tone proud.
Awesome.
What an intense will to survive.
"Actually, there's something I'm curious about. You weren't the Heavenly Emperor during the filming of 'Gensokyo Love Story,' and Reimu isn't the creator god Yinglong from that time either."
Huai Shi asked suspiciously, "What's going on with you guys?"
In the past, he would never have imagined that Su Lin would be so down on his luck that he would sit at the same table as him. Some of the experience he gained in "The Road to Survival" was actually learned from Su Lin.
"You really want to know?"
"think."
Huai Shi nodded frantically.
Su Lin asked, "Do you have a way to suppress Tong Ji?"
"No." Huai Shi shook her head.
"why?"
"Wasn't I asking you?"
"Tong Ji can easily handle you, even if you've grown too powerful. Why? Just so you know, this is mentioned in the same chapter." Su Lin sneered.
"Because that scumbag woman has a book of fate that records the dark history of an innocent young man surnamed Huai."
Huai Shi mechanically replied, "It includes all the stupid things I've done since I was a child, as well as my unspeakable desires and fantasies about young ladies back then, and those blush-inducing sweet dreams."
Wait.
Shouldn't it be.
Su Lin served a bowl of noodles as a reward: "You guessed right."
For a moment.
Huai Shi wanted to take out some yellow paper and swear an oath of brotherhood with the person in front of him.
"vomit--!"
When did these noodles get into my mouth?!
The library gate.
"Remember to transfer the final payment for the takeout and the extra intelligence gathering to my little Shi's account~".
Tong Ji left with Huai Shi's health points mostly depleted, but she was smiling happily, and it was unclear who she was gloating over.
The gray-haired witch walked into the basement, crossed her arms, and looked at Su Lin, who had re-tied herself up, with a scrutinizing gaze.
"I knew where that strange level of understanding and familiarity came from; turns out someone had dug up all my secrets."
That look was as if he were looking at an unprecedented idiot.
That's not wrong, after all, that part of the Dark Source was something Su Cangqiong actively refined into a pill and gave to others to absorb.
The moment the wand fell, the spoils stolen in the previous chaos were released from their restraints and "regained" their freedom.
"I'm hungry, go buy me some bread." She waved and turned to leave.
Su Lin hesitated, "Don't you have anything else to say?"
"Although it was very unpleasant at first, the taste was just as unpleasant as the lemon tea you drank, what else can I say?"
Elena brushed a strand of hair off her shoulder: "Do you think I'd act like a little girl and break up with you, or slap you and leave without looking back?"
Hmm. That might make things a little easier.
There's a term called "stop-loss," but you don't seem to understand it.
She calmly stepped forward, revealing her usual ambiguous smile: "Why would I throw away something I've already marked, letting someone else pick it up?!"
As for other matters...
"It's your headache that's bothering you, not mine."
With a light leap on the toes.
Like a declaration of sovereignty, it leaves a fleeting warmth on the lips.
Su Lin was stunned for a long time.
Once he was alone, he picked up the book on timeline segmentation theory and read it for a while.
The sound of paper being torn could be heard.
"It's completely useless."
Hakurei Shrine
Reimu, on vacation, lazily slumped on the table, watching Kaguya picking through a pile of junk and buying game discs at wholesale prices.
"The clever Moon Princess isn't actually that clever."
Are you mocking me?
A stack of coins landed on the table.
"No, that's not it. After all, it's normal for old women like Yukari Yakumo to be a little slower in their reactions as they get older."
Reimu reached for the coins, but was hit in pain by a pile of CDs that suddenly appeared: "Ouch! I mean, if you had brought that guy to Gensokyo earlier, none of this would have happened!"
“That’s none of your business,” Kaguya said.
"Of course it's relevant."
She rested her chin on her hand and asked doubtfully, "Then wouldn't I be able to snatch a deity from you and take it back to the shrine as an offering? The donations would definitely be more than they are now."
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Their eyes met, and they tacitly took out spell cards from their bodies.
"The sounds of prosperity vanish into the empty gates, leaving the world heartbroken. Dreams turn cold, a lifetime of wandering. Debts of love, how many books of pain rush straight to the heart? A flickering lamp, a crumbling mountain gate."
Snowflakes fall gently, their sound echoing through the air, illuminating the dimly lit city of Guangling, creating an indescribable picturesque scene.
The woman in white turned around, her figure perfectly complementing the myriad lights of homes reflected in the rolling river. She put away her song:
"My lord, you must be homesick. I thought you had forgotten about me while you were out having fun."
Meng Qi walked out silently. In fact, he had already returned, but the scene just now was too beautiful, and he forgot to speak for a moment.
"I'm sorry for being so presumptuous." Gu Xiaosang smiled sweetly, "I'll help you undress right away. A moment of passion is worth a thousand pieces of gold, but it's better to have a night of revelry."
“Xiao Sang.” Meng Qi grasped her wrist: “The Golden Emperor at this moment in time is not an imprint or a projection.”
For a moment, Gu Xiaosang's eyes were filled with complex emotions, it was hard to tell whether she was happy or sad.
(End of this chapter)