Chapter 41 What He Was Seeking
Gu Changfeng cleared his throat: "Really? Little boy, walk carefully."
There was no emotion in his tone. He gently pushed the Star Amber Tear, and the crystal slid across the table towards An Zhi.
The boy took two steps back almost in embarrassment and quickly returned to his seat, wishing he could completely shrink into his hood.
**
After dinner, Gu Changfeng held An Zhi’s hand and the two of them walked and stopped.
Gu Jinyan still followed a few steps behind with a blank expression.
Because after walking a few steps, the hooded boy appeared again.
He probably never passed the stealth class, and he followed them stealthily, trying to hide his identity.
An Zhize clung to Gu Changfeng's shoulders, looking around with his little head.
The market was bustling with people.
The young man found the right moment, accelerated suddenly, rushed in front of Gu Changfeng, and fell to the ground, about to hit a small stall full of fruits.
Gu Changfeng was indifferent and had no intention of respecting the elderly or loving the young.
He even had time to lower his head and whisper to An Zhi:
"An An, look, this brother is performing the chest-breaking stone trick for Durian.
Pretty cool, isn’t it?
An Zhi was held in Gu Changfeng's arms. Her round, clear eyes looked at the boy curiously and she giggled twice.
She knows how to "break a stone in the chest"!
Sure enough, this brother came here to perform juggling.
But she didn't bring any money. If he couldn't collect the ticket money, would he have to keep performing?
An Zhi hasn't figured it out yet.
But the boy fell directly into the pile of fruits.
Apples, bananas, and durians rolled all over the floor. One of the ripe durians hit his hood precisely and elastically, making a dull sound, and then slowly cracked open. The rich aroma of durian filled the air.
"My durian! My durian that costs 288 yuan a pound! You little bastard, pay me back!"
The stall owner picked up the fallen durian with a distressed look and stared at the boy with a wary look on his face.
When the people around smelled the unique "fragrance", they covered their noses and cast sympathetic and disgusted looks at me.
The young man climbed out of the pile of fruits with a dusty face. His hood was completely askew, revealing a green and somewhat funny face covered with durian flesh.
He smiled awkwardly at the old man and quickly slipped away, as if he was afraid that someone would be chasing him with a durian.
His walking posture was strange, limping, like a little mermaid who had just come ashore.
An Zhi stared at the direction the boy left, a little confused:
"Uncle Gu, is that brother playing hide-and-seek? He runs so fast!"
"An An is so smart." Gu Changfeng touched her little head, "He might be looking for his friends."
Finding someone with such poor acting skills is harder than winning an Oscar.
**
It was not until the evening that the boy finally seized the opportunity.
I saw the three people walking through a quiet alley.
Deep in the alley, a figure staggered out.
This time he changed into a looser robe, pulled his hood lower, and even wore a pair of exaggerated sunglasses.
His steps were unsteady and his body was swaying, just like a drunk.
When he "coincidentally" met Gu Changfeng and the others face to face, the boy fell straight into Gu Changfeng's arms.
The posture is standard and the acting is exaggerated.
"Ugh... I feel dizzy... Miss... give me a hand..."
The young man muttered incoherently, and his hand reached out to An Zhi as if possessed by a ghost.
He also secretly stretched out his foot, trying to trip Gu Jinyan and achieve the goal of "killing two birds with one stone".
The calculation is very clever.
An Zhi was still walking seriously with his head down, a look of distress on his face.
Throughout the day, Gu Jinyan's "spiritual conduction" and "consciousness connection" kept buzzing in her ears, making her little head dizzy.
She shook her head vigorously, and her face was almost wrinkled into a bitter gourd.
"Come out quickly..." she muttered, and waved her little hand unconsciously towards the void.
There was a tremor in the air.
A translucent, round energy body with a faint fluorescent light appeared out of thin air in front of An Zhixiao.
It is only the size of a palm and has a round shape.
Mushroom!
An Zhi's eyes lit up.
Now no one cares about the boy anymore.
One of them squatted down and quickly picked up the cub, while the other took a side step and turned around.
The young man was trying his best to throw himself into Gu Changfeng's arms, but Gu Jinyan grabbed him and counterattacked him instantly.
"Ouch! My old waist! My legs! They're broken!"
The boy let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered.
But his attention was involuntarily drawn to the mushroom.
The next second, the world turned upside down, and Gu Jinyan's expressionless face appeared above him:
"You've been following us for a day. Tell me, what do you want to do?"
The boy just stared at the halo in fascination, his body leaning forward slightly, as if wanting to get closer.
**
On the capital star, the palace stands tall.
Three thirty in the morning.
In the innermost chambers of his palace, Aiden Etherland was buried in a mountain of official business. Large piles of memorials covered the mahogany table, each one awaiting his review, each one bearing on the livelihoods of the empire's people and the stability of its borders.
The face of the master who ruled over the vast sea of stars was almost godlike in perfection, but now it was covered with a layer of fatigue due to the troubles of official duties.
Aiden suppressed the irritation that was surging in his heart, tapped the table with his fingertips, and told himself:
No, not yet.
His time is far more urgent and precious than others imagine.
The bedroom was silent.
The current emperor hates others getting close to him.
Therefore, the palace was only equipped with patrols at the outermost perimeter.
The core area where he is located is usually empty, leaving him alone to face the endless loneliness and responsibility.
Just as the emperor was about to review a memorial regarding border armaments, the pen suddenly stopped.
Aiden listened attentively with a serious expression.
For him, what echoed in his spiritual sea all year round was the endless wailing of the dead that he had long been accustomed to.
However, at this moment, he clearly heard a "pop" sound from something.
It was suppressed a little too deeply, almost covered by layers of resentful curses.
But it was like a trembling spider silk, pulling his mental power towards that distant direction.
Aiden scoffed.
It must feel wrong.
Only direct blood relatives can produce spiritual resonance.
Such pure and warm fluctuations were simply a fantasy in this dead silent palace.
In order to drag him to hell as soon as possible, the ghosts of the past did everything they could, and illusions appeared one after another.
He suppressed the strange feeling that flashed through his heart and took out a booklet from the secret compartment of the desk with an expressionless face.
The cover of the booklet is so deep red that it is almost dark, as if it has been soaked in blood several times and then fished out.
Aiden flipped it open.
It was filled with names of people.
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