Chapter 106

The media couldn't see the movements of the two insects fighting, but the sound of their conversation was still clear, so many media outlets pricked up their ears while avoiding it, and even turned on their recorders.

Fu Qing's words really shocked all the insects present.

What!

Was Yu Xie killed by Jiang Zhiming?

How is that possible!

Before the insects present had recovered from the shock of the previous news, Fu Qing's next words arrived.

"Jiang Zhiming, you were able to fight me for so long, what's the matter? Are you not going to hide it anymore?"

Yes!!!

This is where the weirdness comes in!

The onlookers suddenly realized that Jiang Zhiming was just a male insect. How could he fight with Major General Fu, a SS-level female insect, for so long?

A media bug from the Federation asked the police officer beside him dryly: "... Jiang... Jiang... Is he really that good? Can he tie with Major General Fu?"

The guard frowned and looked at the media's name tag, then he said with a firm tone, "Hmm."

At this point, the murderer of Yu Xie seems to be obvious.

Jiang Zhiming sighed with regret: "I thought you were going to accept me in this life, but it seems that it is not possible. I must see you sooner."

"It doesn't matter. I am very patient in pursuing you." Jiang Zhiming smiled softly: "Fu Qing, you will be mine sooner or later."

Fu Qing raised the corner of his cold mouth: "Okay, see you next life."

As soon as the words fell, almost all the insects present let out a sharp cry of surprise!

The blade in Fu Qing's hand!

Inserted into Jiang Zhiming's chest!

"This... This is the first time you've taken the initiative to get so close to me." Jiang Zhiming suddenly pressed the back of Fu Qing's head and wanted to kiss him: "Forehead!"

Fu Qing avoided Jiang Zhiming's face and slashed hard.

With a "whoosh" sound, the blade slashed from the opponent's chest to the abdomen, and half of the male insect's chest cavity was dissected by Fu Qing.

Jiang Zhiming smiled and opened and closed his mouth. Fu Qing read two words from his lips: Goodbye.

goodbye?

Fu Qing frowned.

Is it true that killing Jiang Zhiming cannot break the deadlock?

Jiang Zhiming was seriously injured and died almost instantly. Fu Qing, covered in blood, became a bug model for the media. Countless flash lights clicked around the killer Fu Qing, eager to capture this scene of the century.

The media rushed to pass the microphone to Fu Qing.

"Do you have any evidence to prove that Jiang Zhiming murdered Yu Xie?"

"May I ask why you killed Jiang Zhiming and didn't allow the police to conduct a trial?"

“Is this your way of getting out of this crime?”

"Excuse me..."

Yu·Suction·Zheng·Li·

Numerous questions came up, and Fu Qing raised his head amid the dense crowd of reporters.

The Insect Emperor and Admiral Augustus on the second floor were looking at Fu Qing. Fu Qing had a blank expression on his face, Augustus frowned slightly, and the Insect Emperor had a worried look in his eyes.

The moment they looked at each other, the entire space slowly shattered with Jiang Zhiming as the center. The voices of the media's hurried questions gradually faded away, and the guards' shouts to control the scene gradually faded away.

Everything shattered into dust.

…

The darkness retreated.

When Fu Qing woke up again, he was in a deserted lounge.

The Fu Qing who woke up this time was Lieutenant General Fu Qing, the one who was about to merge with the Insect Emperor Fu Qing, and the Fu Qing who truly knew and fell in love with Yu Xie.

He was holding a balled-up note in his hand, so he looked stunned.

When I unfolded the note, it read:

"Fu Qing, I am you. I am not sure which Fu Qing saw the note first. Time is urgent so I can only write down what I want to say first."

"I succeeded in killing Jiang Zhiming, but it seems that our plan did not work. Our death and his death seemed to be some kind of "fast-forward" method, but it could not allow us to completely escape."

"What's strange is that I fast-forwarded along with you this time. Fu Qing from the prayer party didn't appear in my memory, right?"

Lieutenant General Fu Qing seemed to be thinking about something. Yes, Fu Qing had lost consciousness at the prayer banquet due to mental problems, so he was able to appear successfully and then stab the sword into his chest.

That Fu Qing did not "fast forward" with them. Instead, it was Major General Fu Qing who did not commit suicide who "fast forwarded".

so……

Fu Qing came to a conclusion.

Whether he dies or Jiang Zhiming dies, they will enter the next memory world. However, in which memory world Fu Qing commits suicide, Fu Qing in that memory world will also disappear.

Thinking of this, Fu Qing took a deep breath as if he suddenly realized something.

Yes.

The illusion he was in was his world of memory. Just as the Supreme Will said, this world had gone through countless cycles.

In this case, he also had no way of knowing how many memory worlds he had.

However...

If killing myself once can completely destroy my recurring memory, then wouldn't it be better if I died a few more times?

In this way, he wouldn't have to worry about completely forgetting about rest one day, nor would he have to spend a lot of effort to convince Fu Qing in these worlds, because that would be a waste of time.

The cycle of these memories will eventually be wiped out. Will I be able to get out then?

It was just death, he was used to it.

Yuxie was still waiting for him, he had to go back quickly, he couldn't wait any longer.

He really wanted to see Yuxie.

He really missed him.

There were soft, scattered lights in Fu Qing's eyes.

However, his movements and expression were totally inconsistent.

The slender white right hand that Yu Xie often placed on his lips for kisses pulled out his own sword from the side of his military boot and thrust it into his heart at an extremely cruel angle.

At this moment, Fu Qing had only one thought: Die quickly, I want to see him earlier.

…

At the banquet for the joint military exercise, it was three years before Fu Qing was betrothed.

Jiang Zhiming was drinking and chatting among the dignitaries of the Five Kingdoms, enjoying the attention of the public, which had not happened for a long time.

This was a joint military exercise before Yu Xia appeared. Fu Qing was still a rising star among the five empires. Jiang Zhiming happily took a sip of wine.

He thought to himself that he must make a good impression on Fu Qing this time. How should he pursue her? A chance encounter? A mistake? Or...

"ah!!!"

The banquet waiter's terrified shout rang out, and Jiang Zhiming started suddenly. The moment he turned around, he heard the waiter calling out loudly.

"Military doctor! Military doctor! Major General Fu was assassinated!"

Assassination?

impossible!

No one among the five countries can assassinate Fu Qing quietly!

It must be Fu Qing himself!

Almost at the moment this thought came to mind, the entire world of memory shattered layer by layer with the lounge where Fu Qing died as the center, and spider-web-like fragments were reflected in Jiang Zhiming's almost crazy eyes.

Damn it! Damn you bitch!

This Fu Qing!

why!

Very good, hahaha!

It doesn't matter!

Jiang Zhiming's expression was twisted like a vicious wolf that only cared about eating insects. He thought to himself, just die, if you want to die, just die. Can you die a hundred times, a thousand times, or ten thousand times?

Does death taste good?

If you want to play, I will play with you. Sooner or later, you will give in.

You proud, cold-hearted swan.

Sooner or later, you will bow your head for food, warmth, and water. Sooner or later, you will actively approach the insects that can give you these things. It is just a matter of time.

No matter how hard your bones are, once they are crushed they will become ashes that will scatter with a breeze.

I'm waiting.

Fu Qing.

I will wait for that day to come.

Boom——!

This memory world only appeared for a dozen minutes before returning to darkness.

A ball of light representing memory went out.

…

Jiang Zhiming's previous calculations were very sound.

He wanted to try to get close to Fu Qing at different memory nodes, such as the prayer banquet and the wedding night, both of which were times when Fu Qing was suffering. He imagined that he would descend before Fu Qing like a savior and gain her favor.

But now he has changed his mind.

Before Fu Qing completely forgot about the rest, he would always set the time node to the joint military exercise where he and Fu Qing first met. Because only at this time, he had enough time and opportunity to get close to Fu Qing.

Besides, Yu Xie didn't know where in the city Yu Xie was going to school at that time. He just wanted to see how desperate Fu Qing would be if he couldn't see Yu Xie even after committing suicide a thousand times.

Thinking of this, Jiang Zhiming opened his eyes.

The new world of memory begins to operate.

It was still a glamorous joint military exercise. The Kingdom of Noland was awarded the right to unite the beasts. Fu Qing, as one of the main instructors, was highly honored and became the most dazzling military heroine at the banquet.

Fu Qing and Jiang Zhiming were both standing in the brightly lit banquet hall.

One has cold features, the other has gentle features.

They stared at each other across the swarm of insects. Jiang Zhiming's affectionate eyes, like those tempting prey, made the whole picture look somewhat beautiful. A media person couldn't help but press the shutter in his hand.

However, almost the next moment, Jiang Zhiming's expression changed.

Media Bug's face suddenly turned pale.

Blood gushed out from under Fu Qing's feet...

The waiter bug ran around in a hurry, and the onlookers covered their mouths and screamed.

Fu Qing looked at Jiang Zhiming and softly uttered three words: You are dreaming.

From then on.

The cycle of memory has become a cycle of killing.

Jiang Zhiming would run towards Fu Qing every time he opened his eyes, but his speed was far slower than Fu Qing's suicide.

Fu Qing might suddenly blink at any place at the banquet.

Therefore, the tool for suicide is sometimes a sword, sometimes a pen, and sometimes a table knife... In short, whatever is faster is used.

Ten times, twenty times, thirty times... one hundred times, one hundred and fifty times...

Fu Qing couldn't count anymore, or maybe he was too lazy to count.

He suddenly discovered that the fear of death that had troubled him for several lifetimes no longer bothered him so much.

It turns out that the fear of death is not death itself, but the fear of the unknown. He is afraid that his colleagues and friends will not have a good end, and he does not know where he will go after death.

But now he is different, every time he dies he is one step closer to rest, he is simply looking forward to it, as if death has become a kind of pleasure.

He could even smile at Jiang Zhiming in a good mood before he died, but his smile seemed like a mockery in Jiang Zhiming's eyes.

Mocking Jiang Zhiming, he is like a toad that is always quacking, always wagging its tail and begging for mercy at the feet of a white swan, but can only watch the white swan flap its wings and fly away.

"Fu Qing!"

Before Fu Qing's sword pierced his heart, Jiang Zhiming suddenly shouted.

"Don't be so complacent! I won't let you succeed next time!"

Before he finished speaking, the world of memory shattered in the surprised or horrified eyes of the onlookers.

A new world is coming.