Chapter 63 Dwarf Hut (10)
At the end of the Milky Way is an oak tree.
Feng Zhibei stared at the pool of water in front of him, a little surprised.
Such a long river eventually flows into such a small pool of water.
Last night, the two of them did not go around to the back, so they did not notice that there was a small open space behind the tree, with the pond located in the center of the open space.
The pool was really small, only about one square meter, and the water flowed into it in an anti-physical way, with water droplets splashing everywhere.
Feng Zhibei squatted cautiously by the pool and stretched out his hand to explore.
To his surprise, the water was very warm, and the gentle current wrapped around his fingers, making him forget his fear for a moment.
Suddenly, he felt something touching him from behind.
Feng Zhibei stood up, raised the wooden sword without even shaking the water off his hands, and turned around vigilantly.
Behind him, a crow was holding a letter in its beak, tilting its head and staring at him with its red eyes.
Feng Zhibei stared at it, and finally he raised his wooden sword and poked the fat crow.
The crow jumped back, spat out the letter in its beak, spread its wings and flew away quickly.
The surrounding environment was peaceful, but Feng Zhibei did not take it lightly. He quickly picked up the letter and ran away from the pool.
After a few seconds, there was a few moments of turbulence in the pool, and a white, glowing object slowly floated up.
Feng Zhibei hid behind the bushes and stared at the movement over there. When the white thing completely floated to the surface of the water, he broke out in a cold sweat.
It was a human without any hair... barely a human.
Its entire face was smooth and swollen to the point that its eyes were narrowed into slits. Its nose was short and low, and it had no lips.
Like an oversized, underdeveloped fetus.
The thing slowly crawled out of the water, its nose twitching, and then it slowly turned its face towards Feng Zhibei.
The moment its face was facing Feng Zhibei, a chilling feeling that made him uncontrollable swept over his body. But Feng Zhibei was no longer as weak as before. He quickly got rid of this fear and ran away from the forest at a high speed.
The temperature around us dropped suddenly. This is a sign of an impending change. We can't stay here for too long.
Feng Zhibei pushed himself forward with one hand, nimbly jumped over a fallen tree, and continued forward.
There were more obstacles on the road, not just trees and branches, but also something watching him in the dark.
As Feng Zhibei ran, he glanced at the bushes out of the corner of his eye. There were several pairs of eyes hidden there, flashing from time to time.
The sun was setting faster and faster, and the game seemed to be urging him to return to the cabin and not allow him to continue exploring the forest.
However, this exploration was not without results, at least we got the letter.
After running for a long time, Feng Zhibei's body felt a little sore. He opened his mouth and gasped for breath. He finally managed to return to the cabin before the sky turned orange.
With a loud bang, he slammed the wooden door shut, sat down on the quilt-covered floor to rest for a while, and then took out the letter.
This envelope was actually made of kraft paper, giving it a very retro feel. Two hemp ropes were tied in the middle to form a perfect bow, with a few stamps sandwiched on it.
It is hard to imagine that there are stamps in a world with this background.
Feng Zhibei carefully opened the envelope and took out the letter inside.
A familiar scent of roses filled the room.
Yan Chuxue in the coffin trembled her fingers and frowned slightly.
"Seeing you in person is like seeing you in person. My rib, my future..."
Feng Zhibei read halfway and couldn't continue.
It’s nice to meet you in person, my rib, my future wife.
He was terrified and confused, and had never been so panicked when facing various ghosts.
This description... made him have a bad guess for a moment.
The sunlight coming in from outside gradually decreased, and the sky outside the window was covered in purple and red.
The sun is about to set again.
Feng Zhibei took a deep breath and continued reading.
[I know this may sound a bit strange, but if you get this letter, it means something went wrong with my proposal plan.
I don’t know what the future will be like. You never told me. It’s probably not a good one.
I thought about my feelings for you for a long time.
The last ray of sunlight outside the window disappeared, and the whole world was shrouded in darkness again.
Feng Zhibei himself didn't realize that his hand holding the letter paper was shaking, and he even ignored the system prompt sounding in his ears.
You and I have many identities. You are a part of me. I have been your colleague and your teacher. Our relationship is very complicated. There is no way to separate us anymore, and I can't bear to be separated anymore.
Our world is distorted. I hate this world and once regretted creating you and letting you experience the sufferings of the world.
But when you hugged me, I felt for the first time that it was great to be alive.
Feng Zhibei's eyes were fixed on the words on the letter, and his pupils were covered with a layer of light color.
But it's just a piece of paper, and you can't see the past or the future.
I later realized that we couldn't compete with them with our strength, so I arranged this wedding in the game, hoping to rest in peace with you in the game we created together.
Seeing this, Feng Zhibei was stunned and thought for a long time before realizing what this was talking about.
He suddenly looked up and looked at the coffin, which was quite spacious even for an adult male.
At the same time, Yan Chuxue in the coffin slowly opened her eyes and met his gaze.
Feng Zhibei: "..."
Is this person inviting him to be buried together?
Looking at Feng Zhibei's indescribable expression, Yan Chuxue, who had just woken up from the coffin, raised an eyebrow and said, "Are we going on a night tour again tonight? But the weather doesn't seem to be very good today."
...It turns out that Yan Chuxue cannot be understood with the normal way of thinking.
The emotions that Feng Zhibei had just been brewing were almost washed away by this episode, and he continued to read the letter with an expressionless face.
[I guess you always knew my true feelings. After all, you can explain everyone, but you never enlighten me, just like you won't tell others their future.
It took me a long time to realize my feelings, so I want to confess my love to you, or you could say, propose to you.
I have observed the habits of other humans. They usually live together after spending some time together and propose marriage after establishing a good emotional foundation. I think we have met the above requirements.
This copy was specially designed by me. I don’t know if you have seen the mistletoe. I remember one year you spent Christmas abroad, and the mistletoe was full of kissing couples. When I saw you standing alone on the roadside, I really wanted to get out of the laboratory and hug you.
If you get this letter, it means there is something wrong with our plan, so I can only express my feelings here. As for the future... I don't know, but I hope you can choose a path that you think is most comfortable.
—Yan Chuxue, December 12, 2053
Yan Chuxue supported herself on the edge of the coffin and jumped off the table. She came to Feng Zhibei's side and asked, "What are you doing?"
Feng Zhibei glanced at Yan Chuxue with a complicated expression, and turned his face to the other side with his hand. "It's none of your business. No night tour tonight... I'll ask you something later."
Yan Chuxue was particularly well-behaved tonight. After hearing this, she sat quietly at the table and picked up a half-broken glass to observe it.
Feng Zhibei glanced at the letter, then looked up at Yan Chuxue again, and a feeling of "this world is so divided" came over him.
Although he had recovered his memory, he was unable to connect himself with the young man who had once sat in the laboratory.
Feng Zhibei believes that he is very different from his past self, and this difference cannot be changed, just like a person experiencing two reincarnations.
Obviously, his experiences in the human world when he had no memory had a greater impact on him.
But Yan Chuxue should like the well-behaved black-haired boy sitting in the laboratory, not the current red-haired boy who has been beaten by society... He can't be called a veteran, but barely a veteran. In short, he is no longer the same boy who could give up everything for the overall situation.
Even though he knew that Yan Chuxue had always had a crush on him, he never took it seriously.
After all, the two of them haven't been together for a long time, and there have been many twists and turns in between. They can barely protect themselves, so how can they have the energy to fall in love again?
He read the last paragraph of the letter, took a few deep breaths, and carefully put it back where it belonged.
What Yan Chuxue meant was... this copy was what he was going to use to propose marriage. Even if his confession was unsuccessful, he still hoped to die sleeping in the same coffin with Feng Zhibei.
Feng Zhibei opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he couldn't really comment, "..."
He thought he was seriously ill, but he didn't expect that this person was even more important, which directly escalated the relationship between the two to an outrageous level.
Feng Zhibei put the letter into his pocket, stood up, stretched his sore body a little, walked up and patted the sender of the outrageous letter.
"Your Highness, is there a custom of joint burial in your country?"
"What?"
Yan Chuxue frowned, looked back at her coffin, then glanced at Feng Zhibei with a look of understanding, "You want to sleep in my bed too?"
Feng Zhibei was almost overwhelmed by his irrelevant answer: "No! What are you using as a bed?"
Yan Chuxue naturally lay down in the coffin. "This is my exclusive bed. I hate witches, but you are very cute. You can make an exception and lie down here."
Looking at this man who was over 1.8 meters tall lying in the coffin with an inviting expression on his face, Feng Zhibei's mouth twitched.
but……
His eyes fluctuated for a few seconds, but in the end he did not use his attributes.
Yan Chuxue is now following the character in the game, a princess who comes to find her prince, and she herself is a vicious witch who curses the princess.
The timeline is clearly wrong.
According to the current setting of the game, mistletoe and Tianhe should be things used in the wedding of the princess and the prince, but according to the letter Yan Chuxue sent him, the princess and the prince should refer to himself and Feng Zhibei.
If things go on like this, the characters won't be right either.
So there must be something wrong with the copy design or the letter.
Feng Zhibei was thinking about these clues when he was suddenly interrupted by the man next to him.
"Are you really a witch?"
Yan Chuxue's red eyes were staring at Feng Zhibei, her gaze fixed on his neck.
The pink thorn pattern is very conspicuous on the snow-white skin.
"I helped you yesterday. If you are a real witch, you have to do me a favor too."
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Thank you everyone! The love line is so difficult!! Let me work hard on it, hehehehe!!!
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