Chapter 102 Chapter 102 Long Aotian's Father 16
Zhuozhuo slept uneasily and soon woke up. She subconsciously called out "Daddy", but found that Yan Bufan beside her was in a bad state.
Yan Bufan's body was shaking, his clothes were soaked with cold sweat, and he could barely maintain his sitting posture. He looked like he was seriously injured.
Zhuozhuo quickly got up from the ground, wanting to touch Yan Bufan but not daring to. She could only stare at him helplessly, tears streaming down her face as she called out for "Daddy." After a long while, Yan Bufan showed no response. Instead, she watched helplessly as blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, his face instantly turning as pale as paper.
This terrified Zhuozhuo to death. She instinctively called out to 9972 in her mind, but after several attempts, she didn't hear the familiar mechanical voice. Zhuozhuo was bewildered and suddenly realized that 9972 had lost contact. Having been exposed to so much death and blood recently, her first reaction was that 9972 was dead.
Zhuozhuo couldn't hold it in any longer. He ran out crying, wanting to find Hua Duoyou, "Brother, help! Daddy is dying!"
But when he stepped out of the palace gate, Zhuozhuo bumped into an invisible barrier and fell straight back. He was then caught by a gust of wind and gently placed on the ground.
Zhuozhuo was stunned for a moment, then realized who had come. She shouted in surprise, "Fengfeng, Fengfeng, look at Daddy! Daddy is bleeding! Daddy is dying... wuwuwu..."
Zhuozhuo cried pitifully, her big, bright eyes, washed by water, were still in shock but also filled with surprise and hope. She looked around aimlessly, making people want to fulfill all her wishes at a glance.
Fengfeng's voice was somewhat helpless, "Don't be afraid, Yan Bufan will not die."
Zhuozhuo didn't believe it, pointing at Yan Bufan and saying sadly: "But Daddy is about to die."
"He's fighting the bad guys, and the outcome is about to be decided. Don't be afraid."
"Really?" Zhuozhuo still didn't believe it. Tears welled up in his eyes as he looked towards the direction where the voice came from. He said pitifully, "Fengfeng, please save Daddy. Please."
Who can resist the soft, baby-like voice saying "please" with tears in it?
A gentle breeze blew by, sweeping away the tears on Zhuozhuo's face, and then lifted her up into the air, preventing her from seeing Yan Bufan's miserable state up close. At the same time, "Fengfeng" patiently explained, "This is Yan Bufan's own fate, and no one else can interfere."
Zhuozhuo didn't understand what he said. She was worried about Yan Bufan and how could she let him out of her sight? She subconsciously lay down and reached out to reach him. If she couldn't reach him, she would try harder, with half of her body sticking out.
The next second, she felt weightless and Zhuozhuo flipped off the wind platform. But just as she flipped out, a gust of wind lifted her back up and patted her little head soothingly.
After lying on the platform for a while, Zhuozhuo blinked in shock before realizing what had happened. She slowly curled her lips, tears welling up in her eyes, and she cried out, "Fengfeng Daddy, I'm scared—"
Fengfeng felt that even a heart of stone would melt under his shouting. His cold voice took on a touch of warmth. "Zhuozhuo, don't cry. It's my fault. I didn't let Yan Bufan recover immediately. I didn't protect you well enough. I almost let you fall."
Zhuozhuo choked up and said, "It was Zhuozhuo, no, it was an accident, don't blame Fengfengwuwu..."
As she cried, a white light swiftly emerged from the source of the "Fengfeng" sound, quickly enveloping Yan Bufan. When the white light vanished, Yan Bufan stopped shaking, the cold sweats stopped, and the blood stopped spitting up. His face flushed, and even his frown relaxed.
Zhuozhuo subconsciously touched his eyes and found that the scene in front of him was still there. He was not seeing things. He said in surprise, "Daddy is fine!"
"Happy?"
"Yeah!" Zhuozhuo nodded vigorously, revealing a bright smile and a sweet voice, "Thank you Fengfeng, Fengfeng is a very good person."
"Yeah." Looking at Yan Bufan, who appeared to be intact under the illusion but had actually fallen to the ground and vomited blood, "Fengfeng" responded to the ardent praise without any guilt.
Zhuozhuo looked at Yan Bufan eagerly, still worried, "Fengfeng, why hasn't Dad woken up yet?"
Fengfeng said calmly, "Because he needs to meditate and regulate his breathing. He will get up when he is done."
As soon as he entered the Qi training stage, he encountered the seal in his body, which was like a newborn baby facing a hungry tiger alone. The reason why Yan Bufan did not immediately lose his mind was all thanks to his firm will and extraordinary talent. "Fengfeng" was not sure that Yan Bufan would win, but it didn't matter.
If Yan Bufan can successfully stabilize the seal, everyone will be happy. If Yan Bufan is useless or fails, then he will use this body in his place. In any case, he will not let Zhuozhuo become a fatherless child.
Zhuozhuo was completely unaware and thought Yan Bufan was almost recovered. She climbed onto the soft couch with a grunt, and lay down facing Yan Bufan, holding her little face with both hands as she looked at him, saying softly, "Come on, Daddy!"
The Yan Bufan in the illusion was meditating with his eyes closed and did not respond. The real Yan Bufan seemed to have drawn strength from these four words. He was originally in a semi-comatose state, but he opened his eyes a little, looked at Zhuozhuo with difficulty, and then supported himself and sat up little by little.
As soon as I sat down, my scorching gaze met his.
Yan Bufan's lips curled up, as if he wanted to smile at Zhuo Zhuo, but the pain was too much to smile. He simply closed his eyes and continued to fight against the unknown power in his body. Gradually, he actually reversed the situation and gained the upper hand.
Zhuozhuo held her face for a while, but when her hands grew tired, she simply laid it on the couch. Then, using her head as a fulcrum, she twisted ninety degrees, her butt sticking out and her legs kicking. After adjusting her position, Zhuozhuo continued to stare at Yan Bufan, as if she wanted to see him forever.
This heartwarming and touching scene seemed somewhat tragic because the Yan Bufan in Zhuozhuo's eyes was not real.
"Fengfeng" looked for a while, sighed softly, and after Yan Bufan recovered, he raised his hand to remove the illusion.
Zhuozhuo felt as if the scene before her eyes flickered. She blinked, climbed up, and stared at Yan Bufan closely. Not finding anything wrong, she was about to lie down again. At this moment, a light voice sounded in her ears, "Zhuozhuo, don't you want to talk to me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the air seemed to stagnate and the temperature dropped several degrees.
The world of cultivating immortals is different. The above is just a descriptive sentence in other small worlds, serving to set the atmosphere, but it is directly concretized here.
Zhuozhuo was about to speak when she noticed the changes around her. She asked with a bit of curiosity and a bit of timidity, "Is there anyone new here?"
Under normal circumstances, Zhuozhuo would not be shy when seeing strangers, but the strangers she met here were most likely unfriendly, which made her a little resistant now.
Fengfeng hadn't expected to say something so... sour. He felt very complicated. He wanted to leave, but he was worried about Zhuozhuo. He hesitated, heard her question, and had to explain, "There are no strangers. Don't be afraid."
He controlled the air and quickly changed it back to its original state.
But Zhuozhuo was not happy. She drooped her brows and looked a little depressed. She said again, "I don't like it here."
Unlike when he saw her talking to Yan Bufan, Fengfeng felt like Zhuozhuo was stepping on the tip of his heart. If he wasn't careful, he would fall down. She was hurt, and he was hurt even more. Following the impulse in his heart, he said, "I'll take you away."
"Where are you going?"
Fengfeng accurately grasped Zhuozhuo's mentality and needs, and his tone was full of temptation, "Go to a place where no one dares to make you unhappy. There are only 'good people' there, who will like you and play with you."
"Really?" Zhuozhuo's eyes sparkled, and you could tell at a glance that he liked it very much.
"It's true. I'm the best there. With me around, you can do whatever you want." The more Fengfeng talked about it, the better the idea seemed to him. Zhuozhuo shouldn't have stayed in this world of lies and falsehoods. After all, he had been her goal from the beginning, and she was meant to be by his side.
Zhuozhuo was so attracted by the description of "Fengfeng" that she wished she could grow wings and fly over immediately. She couldn't wait to say, "Great! Fengfeng, let's go. We'll leave as soon as Daddy wakes up!"
Zhuozhuo jumped a few times on the couch and turned a few circles before she calmed down a little. Then she thought of her other friends and said childishly, "Fengfeng, can you bring two more people? They are my good friends, both good people. One is called Hua Duoyou and the other is called Zhulong."
"Yan Bufan can't go."
Seeing the smile on Zhuozhuo's face disappear, "Fengfeng" added: "I will be your father, and I will be just like Yan Bufan. Zhuozhuo, you can treat me as him."
"No." Zhuozhuo shook his head and refused, his little voice was very firm, "Fengfeng is Fengfeng, and Daddy is Daddy, they are different."
Fengfeng didn't know how to explain the relationship between the two to a three-year-old kid. After thinking for a while, he said, "Yan Bufan is a part of me. After leaving here, he will return to his original form and merge with me. Then I will be the only one left."
Zhuozhuo said blankly, "Where is Daddy? Is he gone?"
"He still exists, but his spirit is gone." After a pause, Fengfeng explained more clearly, "He has no consciousness, just like a drop of water, a leaf, a hair, a drop of blood, or a piece of bone."
"No, I don't want daddy to do this." Zhuozhuo resisted very much, with tears in her eyes, and was about to cry.
For some unknown reason, Fengfeng slowly said, "So you want me to become like this? My soul and consciousness disappear, and he replaces me."
"No, I don't want Fengfeng to be like this either." Zhuozhuo began to cry and sobbed, "Daddy and Fengfeng don't want to disappear. Everything must be fine. We don't want to leave here. Zhuozhuo will stay here and won't go anywhere."
These tears seemed to hit his heart. Fengfeng felt a little regretful for saying this to Zhuozhuo. He compromised and said, "Don't cry, Zhuozhuo. I'll find a way to make Yan Bufan and I exist at the same time, okay?"
"Okay." Zhuozhuo said with tears in his eyes, "But will it succeed?"
"It will definitely succeed."
Zhuozhuo didn't believe it. Fengfeng's attitude just now clearly indicated that this matter was difficult, so why did he change so suddenly? He must be trying to appease her. But Zhuozhuo didn't expose her, instead choking back tears, saying, "Fengfeng, keep going. Don't be afraid if you don't succeed. Zhuozhuo will be with Daddy and Fengfeng, and be happy every day."
Zhuozhuo spoke incoherently, and Fengfeng took a while to understand what she meant - it didn't matter even if Yan Bufan and he couldn't coexist in the end. During the time they were together, she would accompany them well, without any regrets.
It's hard to imagine a three-year-old child having such comprehension. Fengfeng's affection for her is compounded by a desire to cherish her talent, wanting to nurture her well and see how far she can grow in the future.
But the most important thing now is to comfort Zhuozhuo, to make her stop crying and stop being afraid. Fengfeng weighed his words carefully and softened his voice, "Zhuozhuo, I can do it. Just watch if you don't believe me."
An illusory figure appeared out of thin air. He glanced at Zhuo Zhuo, then slowly raised his sword and swung it with a seemingly careless yet exquisite stroke. The sword's light flew silently to the horizon, slicing through the azure sky.
Suddenly, a terrifying aura surged in. All the living beings here felt the end was approaching, some desperately awaiting death, while others tried their best to escape or resist.
There seemed to be all kinds of terrified and tragic screams coming from outside the palace, but Zhuozhuo had an indescribable feeling, as if the outside of the sky was the real thing, calling her over.
Zhuozhuo subconsciously grabbed Yan Bufan and said naively, "Daddy, look, the sky is rotten." She looked up at the sky and did not notice that Yan Bufan's body was gradually becoming transparent, nor did she know that the creatures outside the palace were gradually disappearing.
Just as Zhuozhuo was about to bow his head, the shadowy figure swung his sword again. The sword light shot upward, repairing the rupture in the sky in the blink of an eye, and restoring all living things to their places. The life and death of the small world depended on a single sword strike, and Huanghuang's divine power was no more than that.
Zhuozhuo looked at the intact sky, stared at the shadow with shining eyes, and said loudly: "Fengfeng, you are so amazing!"
Fengfeng chuckled softly and swung his sword again, "This sword will erase all memories of the Sky Crack. Now, only you and I remember what just happened."
Zhuozhuo no longer asked “why” or “is it true or false”. She just believed whatever Fengfeng said. She clapped her hands and praised Fengfeng loudly, “Fengfeng is awesome! Fengfeng is more awesome than gods!! Fengfeng is the best!!!”
"Now you believe I can think of a solution, right?"
"Hmm," Zhuozhuo nodded like a little chicken pecking at rice, and said in a baby voice, "Zhuozhuo believes in Fengfeng. There is nothing Fengfeng can't do!"
She's simply a crazy little fangirl.
Fengfeng was amused and said, "That's good to know. Don't worry or feel sad anymore. Just wait for my good news."
“Okay!”
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