Chapter 65
Wow, what a battle!
Fuyuki clenched her fist; she would definitely not let anyone in the citadel know what had happened today.
Otherwise, she would receive sorrowful looks from the tsukumogami, led by Shokudaikiri Mitsutada, and be told that she was wrong to do so in a tone that said she deserved to die.
That would overwhelm her with guilt, causing her to wake up suddenly in the middle of the night and curse herself, feeling extremely guilty and unable to fall back asleep.
—That's terrifying!!!
Winter Tree shook its head.
Moreover, he would even be categorized as a "thug" by everyone.
Those kinds of bad people who would corrupt their own children and even kidnap them!
Realizing she was exaggerating, she shook her head vigorously to dismiss the strange association.
What was she thinking again? Fuyuki's thoughts unconsciously began to drift off course once more.
A bloody scene, now censored with a mosaic over the images of minors, suddenly flashed into my mind.
Oh, he'll probably get killed.
There was no point in the mission that required him to die, so he couldn't die... No, the more she thought about it, the further off-topic she became.
Grasp the drooping ends of her hair, and unconsciously circle her fingers, the strands of hair gradually climbing up, the deep black standing out against her fair fingers.
Shen is a very important character; he constitutes a crucial part of the timeline.
His child was named Hui.
I won't give up the fight in my life.
I will fight on for the rest of my life.
Cayse my life is living for love.
Because I was born for love.
A blessing from heaven.
He will also be involved in very important timelines in the future. His existence is important, but it is not only important. In addition to his existence in the timelines, he also has a unique meaning that he possesses on his own, which is not given by the timelines.
He is a father.
—
Looking at the buildings that were different yet similar, Fuyuki paused for a moment and said, "Can't you find another way to have fun?"
It's quite expensive, even though it's not her money.
This person goes to the horse racing track seven out of ten times when looking for a place, which is too monotonous and she gets bored.
He ignored her completely and stepped inside, saying, "Follow me."
Fuyuki walked over and skillfully made her way to the private room. Then, without any hesitation, she ordered drinks, snacks, and desserts, which were soon brought over by the staff.
—But why did she suddenly start running off with this man?
He didn't even glance at it, only watching the intense action on the field.
Dongshu took a bite of a cookie. Although Shen'er always went to various entertainment venues and seemed to be living a life of debauchery, she had never seen him take these things seriously.
Just like his love for horse racing, even to the point of going bankrupt, he never showed any madness in his expression, nor did he have the vivid ferocity on his face when he killed the cursed spirit.
It's like when the pillar that sustains you in life is gone, everything becomes meaningless.
How to describe it? Fuyuki thought for a moment, but couldn't find a suitable word.
Being a walking corpse is too low; being listless is too mild.
He is a person that is incomprehensible and that people don't want to understand. His world is both simple and crazy.
Fuyuki picked up an orange and continued munching on it; the sweet taste made her feel good.
Her eyes were vacant, and she habitually ignored the noisy environment around her. The racecourse had now become just a place for her to eat.
After all, the money was right, and the food tasted good too.
"Hey kid, what do you like?"
Shen Er suddenly asked a question in a casual tone.
"Me? I like delicious food." Fuyuki blinked, without much hesitation.
"Nothing else?"
"without."
Besides delicious food, what else does she like? She doesn't know.
When Fuyuki was in the citadel, she liked to look at her terminal. Now, during missions, she uses her local mobile phone more often, which means she looks at her phone. However, due to technological advancements, the content on her phone is hard to attract her these days.
She pulled her coat tighter around herself. Before she knew it, it was already winter. The room was very warm; it would be too hot with the coat zipped up, but too cold with it open.
"Tsk." Shen Er remained silent.
Dongshu didn't know why he suddenly asked that question, or why he suddenly stopped. She remained relaxed, looked at the ceiling, and wiped her hands with a wet tissue, slowly cleaning the dirt off her hands.
The ceiling was very white, almost unnaturally white, but a very pure and beautiful color.
Dongshu's eyes darted around, taking in every inch of the ceiling. She was a little bored and tried to find something to do.
It's so white here, it's white here too, and there... Her mind kept looping through her feelings. The overwhelming whiteness almost covered her senses, leaving only white. Even the warm light no longer entered her eyes.
Um?
Where's the light?
Dongshu began to feel dizzy. A black shadow appeared in his field of vision. The black shadow in the white area was abrupt and ugly.
She silently criticized this strange design in her heart.
Suddenly, I felt pressure on my neck, and my body was instantly lifted into the air.
Fuyuki, her limbs off the ground, reflexively and helplessly thrashed about, asking, "What's wrong?!"
She fell silent the next second.
The area where she was standing exploded under immense pressure, shattering the air and creating illusory cracks. The air ripped apart like broken glass, the jagged marks proclaiming the attacker's malice.
He even lifted her up, like he was lifting a cat by the scruff of its neck.
As soon as his feet touched the ground, spiritual energy spread from beneath his feet to the entire eerie space, making the black cracks in front of him stand out even more against the endless white space.
"This is......"
“A cursed spirit,” Shen Er said warily. “Did you summon it?”
Dongshu shook his head: "I don't know."
She looked around; there was nothing to the naked eye, but her senses were filled with a foul-smelling curse.
Just because they suddenly arrived in a new space, this cursed spirit is no ordinary character.
It's not like before where you could kill someone with a single slash.
Shen Er's indifferent eyes peered through the stray hairs on his forehead. With his extremely strong senses, the location of the cursed spirit should have been completely exposed, but now there was nothing there.
His eyes swept around, then landed on the child beside him: "Kid, I don't work for free."
The implication was that he didn't want to get involved in this troublesome matter.
Dongshu looked up at him. The man's shoulders were entwined with cursed spirits, making him look rather ugly and unsightly. "This isn't a job," she said.
Spiritual energy had already formed a solid shield around her.
He scoffed, raised his hand, and took out a weapon from the cursed spirit on his shoulder.
He has no magical power and cannot directly harm cursed spirits; he must rely on the power of cursed tools. However, he is adept at fighting against sorcerers, which is the type of mission he takes on the most.
"trouble."
"Have you found your target?" In just one minute.
Shen Er did not answer. The long sword in his hand slashed around his feet, creating a circle. Cursed power emanated from the gap. He narrowed his eyes, and the scar at the corner of his mouth rose with his movement.
His speed is extremely fast. He has gained unparalleled physical talent at the cost of zero curse power. With the combination of intelligence and strength, he is invincible in battle.
Watching the "princess" vanish under his blade, he angrily dealt with the surrounding "dwarfs" as well.
"Kid, use your brain."
Dongshu glanced at the girl whose skin was as white as snow, whose lips were as red as blood, and whose hair was as black as a crow, and then at the seven short dwarfs wearing hats.
The sense of déjà vu is very strong.
This is a fairy tale—
"Snow White?" Fuyuki asked in confusion.
As the sound faded, the magnificent castle transformed from illusion into reality, and the black cracks turned into ropes that coiled around Shen'er.
What exactly is this cursed spirit? Fuyuki still couldn't sense its true form.
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