frightfiction Chapter 664: Memory: Visiting a strange world; Brightness gone, flesh and blood stripped, returning
Chapter 664: Memory: Visiting a strange world; Brightness gone, flesh and blood stripped, returning
His hair was as red as fire, his cloak was scarlet, his silver-white uniform was stained with blood, and he held a black spear with gold patterns in his hand.
Yanguan Mountain is directly under the jurisdiction of Chaohai City.
He was covered in blood, and seemed to be in despair as he faced the tentacles that were roaring towards him as they landed on the city.
Shen Fuguang fell behind him holding little Changle.
Yan Guanshan turned his head and looked at him with unfamiliar eyes, obviously not recognizing him.
At this time, Shen Fuguang's hand that was supporting little Changle's butt felt chilly, and he thought: I have used my supernatural power to isolate myself from the cold, so why can't I warm up?
So, the original greeting became: "Brother, do you have an extra piece of clothing?"
"...Ah?" Yan Guanshan was confused.
Shen Fuguang was holding his baby, he was still filled with joy and his tone was cheerful.
He rubbed Changle's soft buttocks, looked at her deformed face squeezed against his chest lovingly, and said, "Your buttocks are cold. I'm afraid the child will freeze to death before we get there."
This was of course a joke, but Yan Guanshan took it seriously and felt that the nanny in front of him was extremely unreliable.
It's bad enough that he's making his child wear open-crotch pants in the middle of winter, but he's also taking the child wandering around the streets when there's no time to escape!
Therefore, in Yan Guanshan's eyes, Shen Fuguang's skillful action of wrapping up little Changle appeared "rough and sloppy" because it was too smooth.
He then advised the "father and daughter" to leave.
Shen Fuguang was choked by the word "your daughter". He looked down at Xiao Changle, pouted his lips, suppressed his depression, and said nothing.
He never expected that after he told Yan Guanshan his identity, this man would say something even more outrageous:
"You...have fallen to the point of selling children?"
Shen Fuguang couldn't help but blurt out: "Bullshit! This is my man!"
Yan Guanshan's misunderstanding deepened: "I wish you happiness as a father."
Shen Fuguang was speechless, knowing that this was not a clear explanation. He couldn't tell him that this girl was his wife, right? Wouldn't that be even more perverted?
He gave up his excuses and turned to business. Chaohai City was hopeless, and Yanguanshan's desperate defense was not worth it.
As he spoke, he noticed little Changle's body and knew that she would be uncomfortable in the same position for a long time, so he asked her to lie on his shoulder and continued talking while holding her back with one hand.
After Yan Guanshan left anxiously, tentacles came like a tidal wave from behind him.
Shen Fuguang was angry at these guys who disturbed Lele's cultivation. He jumped into the air, took a step, and fell down, with his toes nailed on the tentacle, suppressing it with irresistible force.
"Boom--boom--"
The tentacles crushed the building, smashed the ground, and were finally embedded into the ground by that kick, shattering into pieces.
He crushed the tentacle with one foot, estimated the actions of the remaining defenders in the city, and turned to leave.
After leaving Chaohai City, he stayed for a few days in the nearby water city that was not affected by the disaster.
After several days of tenderness and making sure that the disaster was suppressed, Shen Fuguang put little Changle back into the cabin and fell into a deep sleep again.
District 9 is attracting a lot of attention. It is not safe for Xiao Changle to go back with him. A disaster of this magnitude will not happen again in a short period of time. Moreover, the energy brought by the arrival of extraterrestrial species is suitable for her recovery.
Just like that, after a brief meeting, Xiao Changle fell asleep again, while Shen Fuguang returned to District 9 to guard and wait.
The only things that accompanied him were those old things that had survived, including the longevity lock that Chang Le had worn since birth, which was broken and fractured after an accident and then repaired by him.
He is guarding these old things, and also guarding a person who may never return.
Then there was another long blank space.
On this side of the wall, Chang Le felt uneasy.
Fu Guang has been waiting for her for more than two hundred years.
Even for a body that has been tempered by blood power and cultivation, hundreds of years of time was equivalent to torture.
There is no doubt that even though his life span is longer than that of ordinary people, Shen Fuguang is still declining.
Therefore, when the energy in the cabin buried deep underground was consumed and the people inside the cabin unconsciously triggered their spatial abilities to leave, Shen Fuguang, who was recuperating in seclusion thousands of miles away, did not sense it.
After the miss, little Chang Le woke up by himself without anyone to greet him, like a newborn baby coming to a new world hundreds of years later.
The little princess who grew up in a beautiful world is no longer bright and beautiful during this time when no one noticed her.
……
It was late summer in the year 375.
A little girl about four years old appeared out of nowhere on the street in Shuicheng.
There were so many homeless people that she did not attract any attention.
A kind-hearted grandmother passed by and saw the little girl wrapped in a blanket on the side of the road. She threw two pieces of recycled clothes to her and left.
Another homeless woman came over, pushed aside her clothes, took a look at the fine, soft blanket, and reached out to grab it.
"Hmm?" Little Changle woke up at this time. Seeing the strange, dirty woman in front of him, he was instinctively afraid and instinctively sought a response.
She subconsciously grabbed the woman's hand, and the woman, who was about to steal, was frightened and threw her away, snatching the blanket away.
Little Changle escaped death by falling into a pile of garbage, but the overwhelming malice made the completely ignorant little guy feel extremely frightened.
That was the first impression that this world left on the newborn Chang Le.
The initial goodwill was shattered by the unreasonable malice.
Four-year-old Changle has no memory other than his name, but he is already able to survive instinctively.
She picked up her clothes and put them on. It was impossible to keep clothes that didn't fit neatly, but she subconsciously felt that clothes should be worn properly.
But this is secondary. Drinking water when you are thirsty and eating when you are hungry are the most urgent things.
She is starving to death.
She knew she had to survive, but she didn't know how to do it. When she saw beggars getting food, she instinctively imitated them.
Little Changle learned to kneel on the ground and stretched out his hands to the people passing by on the street, but his throat could hardly make any sound.
"Where did you come from, you damn girl! Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"
The angry passerby kicked her away.
She rolled to the side. It was her first failure.
Thanks to her strong learning and observation abilities, little Changle became a beggar and being able to eat made her feel happy.
But the coming of winter brings greater challenges.
……
In winter, people suffered from hunger and cold.
The fighting and snatching became more intense and bloodshed was common.
It was also this winter that completely wiped out little Changle's initial curiosity and kindness towards the world.
Her fists are always stained with blood, and she is always wary of anyone who approaches her without reason. She will always think of ways to seek revenge on anyone who has bullied her, and will never show mercy if she can kill them... She instinctively protects herself and fights for survival.
She was like a rootless weed, which could be blown down by a strong wind, but even the trampling of people could not completely kill her.
The world is a huge mass of malice, and in the cracks that are being torn apart is her instinctive hope for survival.
……
It's late summer again.
A year later, little Changle was five years old. She had learned to be indifferent and isolated herself from the lives of those glamorous people.
But on the Ghost Festival that year, she met Ye Zhaodi, and a ray of light suddenly shot out from the gap, wrapping her up without being sharp.
That was the first time the world showed her pure kindness.
Little Changle held the hand that Ye Zhaodi extended, and regarded her as hope at an age when he did not understand redemption.
However, as fate would have it, she seemed destined to be alone.
a fire,
One adoption,
Once abandoned,
Return to wandering.
……
Fate made me grow bloody
But every time, cruel deprivation
……
Outside the invisible wall, a pale and desolate world was howling with strong winds and heavy snow.
Chang Le leaned against the wall, feeling powerless all over, his eyes cold and numb, as if his soul had been pulled out of his body.
On her right sat the man with white hair and golden eyes.
To her left, along with the fire, a woman with silver hair and purple eyes appeared.
"Hello, Changle, I'm Ye Buqi." She introduced herself.
On the other side, the white-haired man's figure was erratic, but his expression finally calmed down, with a hint of sudden enlightenment:
"I see."
"Chang Le, I was born originally, born in the emptiness and loneliness of more than three hundred years when you left but subconsciously depended on me."
"I am your 'starting point' and also your 'end point'."