The quick-traveling scumbag is really a heartthrob

It will be late.

"Are you tired?" Fuce glanced sideways, fearing that she was not feeling well.

Pan Shu shook her head.

But he didn't seem to be very interested anyway.

She held Fuce's hand and said, "Shall we go put out lanterns?"

"Ah."

Fuce bought two exquisite lanterns from a nearby vendor. Panshu picked up a soft pen and carefully wrote something on the lanterns word by word. Fuce was curious, but in the end restrained his prying thoughts.

Finished.

The two stood on the shore and watched for a while.

The sparkling waves on the lakeside reflected the two people's extremely opposite figures.

Pan Shu suddenly laughed softly.

Fuce asked her: "What are you laughing at?"

Pan Shu lit the lanterns that floated from nowhere by the river and said, "I heard that the wishes written in the lanterns will never come true because they will be eaten by the river god."

Fuce's expression changed.

What he wrote was: I hope Pan Shu will be happy and peaceful throughout her life.

"It doesn't matter, if the river god dares to swallow it, I will kill him with my own hands."

Pan Shu raised her eyes to look at him, and he lowered his head to meet her gaze without evading it.

She chuckled lightly and said nothing.

On the way back.

She tightened her cloak, and her voice was a little unclear in the wind, "Is my disaster coming soon?"

Fuce didn't seem to hear.

For a long time, until he could clearly see the Taoist temple halfway up the mountain, he whispered: "Don't be afraid."

Pan Shu curled her lips lazily.

"I'm not afraid at all."

Fu Ce looked at her, but he always felt that there was an invisible layer of mist between her and her. He wanted to get closer but couldn't touch her.

He panicked and held Pan Shu's hand tightly.

In this way, the heart feels real and slowly falls back to its original position.

In the next few days, Fu Ce suddenly became very busy.

Even Pan Shu couldn't see him a few times.

She's not boring either.

Sometimes she stares at the young Shang Dai in a daze.

The flesh on his face has regained some strength, his skin has become whiter and tenderer, his figure has become longer, and his eyebrows can vaguely reveal the charm that will turn all living beings upside down in the future.

"Why do you always stare at me?"

After Shang Dai finished practicing her sword, sweat was dripping from her forehead.

"Huh?" Pan Shu held her head and sat on the steps. She bent her eyes and said, "You look like an old friend of mine."

"Does he look like me?"

Shang Dai sat down next to her.

The voice is probably still in the voice-changing stage, and it sounds a bit harsh, but it sounds pretty good.

"Ah."

Pan Shu unconsciously rubbed the peach blossom mark on her wrist.

"Let's practice swords."

Pan Shu stood up with a casual attitude, smiled lazily at him, and left through the pavilion on the left.

night.

The sleeping girl lay unconscious on the bed.

A tall, thin man in white clothes stood quietly beside the bed.

Under the moonlight, his face was horribly pale.

The pupils are slightly red.

He murmured lustfully: "Shu Shu..."

Fuce held back the bloody smell that kept rising in his throat, and tightly closed his stinging eyes, with a faint trace of blood seeping out of the corners of his eyes.

He stood alone in this cold and silent night for a long, long time.

Until he realized that she was about to wake up.

Fu Ce turned around and left.

Countless days and nights——

He only dared to see her secretly.

In Tianji Pavilion, the ruthless Qing Leng who was relegated to immortal finally became a demon for the sake of the little girl.

He sat in the center, using himself as a medium and the lives of the people in the world as a bargaining chip, to threaten the law of heaven to let Pan Shu go.

A golden formation of black mist could be vaguely seen all around.

He closed his eyes slightly, "Let her go, otherwise I will kill all the people in the world to bury her with her."

A distant, divine voice sounded in Tianji Pavilion.

"You will not."

Fuce sneered, "I said, let her go."

Heaven no longer speaks.

His expression changed and he covered his burning eyes.

Many unfamiliar images flashed before his eyes.

It was almost absurd and unbelievable for him to see "him" sitting high in the clouds, looking at the eight sufferings of the world indifferently.

"He" thought casually that it might be more interesting to become a mortal.

So "he" became a supporting policy.

Fuce was in a daze, it turned out that...Tiandao was actually him?

It turns out that all the pain she suffered was caused by him...

Fuce closed his eyes and said in a trembling voice, "I just want her to be safe and happy."

Tiandao sighed: "Her last calamity can be resolved by itself, but the prerequisite is that you must return to Tiandao... After all, I am just a shadow you left behind, and the only one who can save her is you, right?"

Fuce couldn't remember when he walked out of Tianji Pavilion.

My legs are already numb.

Suddenly, his slightly dilated pupils focused, "Shu Shu...?"

Behind her is a large amount of snow.

In the snow, the fox girl held an oil-paper umbrella and looked at him quietly and meekly.

Seeing him, a smile appeared on his lips.

"You're out."

"Ah."

"This Taoist temple is too boring. Why don't you go down the mountain with me to play?" She jumped up and down to hold his hand as usual, but she never wanted to help him directly avoid her touch. Her expression was indifferent, as if she had returned to her early days. See you.

The light in the girl's eyes dimmed a little.

She didn't quite understand why he suddenly disliked her so much.

"Are you in a bad mood?" She said cautiously, "If you don't want to go today, that's fine... We'll go down the mountain tomorrow..."

"Panshu."

Fuce held back the aches and pains in his heart.

He tried his best to maintain his indifferent mood, "Can you not look like you haven't grown up forever?"

Pan Shu was stunned: "Don't you like it?"

"Well, it's annoying."

Fu Ce didn't dare to look into her eyes.

No one saw his violently shaking hands under his sleeves.

"Then why didn't you say anything before?"

"..."

Unable to get an answer, the shaky light in the girl's eyes disappeared with a "pop", like a bonfire that had been splashed with ice water, and the choking white smoke made her eyes red.

Tears flowed uncontrollably.

After a moment, she heard the man's ruthless and cold voice, "Leave the Taoist temple."

Pan Shu raised her eyes in confusion. She seemed to want to smile, but she couldn't bend the corners of her mouth. "Are you driving me away?"

"Yes."

She slowly closed her eyes and choked out: "Liar."

"You are all liars."

After saying that, he turned and left.

The oil-paper umbrella fell on the snow.

Fuce clutched his heart tightly, staggering and vomiting out a large mouthful of dazzling blood. Dots of red plum blossoms bloomed on the snow-white ground.

He closed his eyes in despair.

He laughed lowly and self-deprecatingly.

Eyelashes wet.

Why doesn't it hurt...

It obviously hurts so much.

He slowly bent down, his body trembling slightly like a spasm, and his dead, empty eyes lost all warmth in an instant.

He promised to protect her.

He promised not to hurt her a third time.

But why did he break his promise in the end?

The snow fell harder, and the road down the mountain was covered with a thick layer of white snow.

The snowy mountain road was slippery and difficult to navigate. Pan Shu's feet slipped and she fell heavily to the ground. The pain made her turn pale for a moment, and her eyes couldn't help but turn red.

The hot tears ran down her cheeks and into her clothes, and slowly turned cold again.

"Scrub."

Suddenly a big hand appeared in front of him.