Xingtie: After my death, Liuying will understand love.

Chapter 714 Hua

"Is Master so tired?"

"Lord An Ming is now facing star gods..." Huo Huo said in a low voice, a little worried about disturbing An Ming's rest.

Fu Xuan smiled slightly, looking at An Ming who was sleeping soundly on the bed, with a hint of deep meaning in his eyes, "It doesn't matter, he... won't wake up for a while."

"Eh?" Qingque scratched his head, but since Fu Xuan said so, then she must have her reasons, "Then shall we leave first?"

"Ah."

Fu Xuan nodded slightly, then followed the two of them out of the bedroom.

A question mark popped up above Qingque's head. He looked at Fu Xuan with a suspicious look, and practiced divination at the same time. His expression was a little weird. "Are you suffering from... kidney deficiency?"

Fu Xuan: "?"

With a clang, the iron fist landed on Qingque's head. The little bird covered its head and cried, "If it were any other time, you would have to play a round with the master before leaving. I was not wrong..."

Fu Xuan left the bedroom so abnormally, what else could it be except kidney deficiency? Anyway, Qingque didn't believe it. At such a good time, other than Fu Xuan, the other girls in the dream could not disturb him.

Isn't this the best time to start a game?

Fu Xuan's mouth twitched, but he couldn't think of any reason to refute for a while. Qingque was right.

"Children, stay out of adult matters!"

Fu Xuan snorted in annoyance, and Qingque, who was following behind him, muttered quietly: "After all, we are more than 200 years old..."

Huo Huo covered her mouth and tried to hold back her laughter, feeling very uncomfortable, but she didn't understand why Fu Xuan did that.

Before leaving the room, Fu Xuan took one last look at An Ming who was still sleeping soundly, and the light in his eyes disappeared.

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Raindrops dripped down the old eaves, forming a hazy rain curtain.

The green bamboos in the courtyard became greener after being washed by the rain. A few blurry figures were looming in the mist and rain. At the end of the sight, the outline of the lake in the distance could be vaguely seen, like a piece of smudged ink.

An Ming didn't bring an umbrella. He just stood under the eaves, watching the raindrops falling and creating ripples on the slate tiles.

At some point, the space beside me seemed to be quietly soaked by raindrops, and a figure stood silently beside me.

The person was holding an oil-paper umbrella that looked like it was smudged with ink. Half of the ink-colored umbrella edge hung down diagonally, just enough to cover her face.

This scene seemed like a reappearance of the light and shadow of our first encounter.

The umbrella was gently lifted by a white hand, revealing a strange yet familiar beautiful face under the umbrella. Her long, jet-black hair fell like a waterfall, with a hint of blood-red in between.

She just stood there, her figure seemed so real in the rain, yet it seemed as if she would turn into a wisp of smoke at any time and blend into the hazy rain.

"magnificent."

An Ming read out the name of the person, "Long time no see."

The person under the umbrella nodded slightly. Hua was wearing a long skirt with dark ink bamboo patterns. The fabric was close-fitting, outlining a clear and upright curve. A jade omen symbolizing the Marshal of Xianzhou was hung around her waist.

She raised her eyes slightly, her dark pupils were as clear as when they first met.

"Long time no see, An Ming."

Hua did not look at An Ming, his eyes fell on the rain, "I have been waiting for this moment for thousands of years."

Or maybe time is so long that it has lost its meaning, and the only purpose of waiting is to meet the person you are supposed to meet at this moment.

"Is this a dream?"

An Ming looked at her profile. The raindrops formed a bead curtain on the eaves, making a continuous sound.

"It's just a dream, what's wrong with that?" Hua calmly stretched out her hand towards the world outside the eaves filled with the sound of rain. The rapid raindrops stopped at the moment they were about to touch her palm.

It seemed as if time had lost the power to flow within the tiny space between her fingertips.

"There are many things that can only be said here."

Hua finally set his sights on An Ming, with a hint of fluctuation in his eyes, "Destiny is everywhere, and you also know that the dead should not remain in the universe."

Life and death are supreme rules equal to time. They are the absolute laws that build the operation of the universe and maintain the balance of all things.

Those who defy life and death will surely attract the attention of the universe itself, and what personifies this attention is the omnipresent "fate".

Fate will bring down the punishment of cause and effect, which is the power of rules that is enough to completely annihilate An Ming countless times, so many words cannot be spoken in the universe.

Once it is exported, it will trigger punishment of reversal of cause and effect.

Whether it was Luo Fu during the simulation or not long ago, Hua could only give obscure hints, which is commonly known as the "riddler".

Only this hint, which even An Ming himself cannot understand, can avoid the attention of the universe and thus avoid the backlash of the law.

Until this moment - until the only variable in every moment of this entire timeline that has already been determined, is like a small ripple in the vast ocean.

In this narrow gap of dreams, Hua waited for this fleeting moment, which was also the only moment that could deceive fate.

At this time, An Ming chose to be a listener. After all, there were many things he wanted to ask, but he wanted Hua to understand the key parts more clearly.

The power Hua displayed at this moment was worthy of being the number one person under the Star God. An Ming could even vaguely sense the outline of his destiny.

Perhaps Hua had already realized his own path, but for some reason he chose to remain at the level of an envoy.

"Taixu Sword Intention, that is the beginning of everything."

Hua spoke softly, as if it was dating back to the distant past. A sword intent that An Ming was extremely familiar with emerged in the palm of his hand that fell in the rain.

Pure, condensed, yet containing the sword intent of the will to create the world -

It is the Taixu sword intent!

Originally, it was just the sword intent that existed in An Ming's mind. He didn't even know whether the fictional moves in the game counted in this world.

But Su Chang was able to master this power perfectly. An Ming had already had his suspicions at that time, but Hua himself rarely showed up, so even if he wanted to ask something, he couldn't find anyone at all.

"Do you remember the mark I left when we met last time?" Hua raised his palm slightly, and the phoenix mark on An Ming's chest lit up quietly.

An Ming remembered that it was the mark left when he was chatting with Hua during the martial arts ceremony, and it contained Hua's full-strength attack.

“That’s actually the most obvious effect…”

A hint of reminiscence flashed across Hua's eyes: "The real purpose of that mark... is to allow you and I to meet in a dream at this moment."

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Five hundred short! Who will make up for it?