Quick Travel: Card Destroyer

Fu Cangzhao's vision suddenly blurred, and he rushed towards Si Yuanyi: "Master Yi!"

The familiar warmth was placed on her head again, he untied her hairband and combed her hair again.

"Junior sister still likes to act coquettishly..." Even though his hair had been combed, Fu Cangzhao was still unwilling to let go of Master Sister. He just hugged her tightly, and his body moved back and forth dishonestly.

Perhaps she was tired, she couldn't remember how many times she called "Master Xi". When she woke up the next day, she found herself in Master Xi's spiritual home, and a faint feeling of joy rose from the bottom of her heart.

But, did she forget something?

She must be looking for more than one person, right?

The moment the thought came to her mind, a strong wind blew away everything around her, and she was no longer a child, but changed back into the attire of the Card City.

Fu Cangzhao was sure that the card city should be in front of him, but he did not see the familiar high walls and heavily guarded city gates, only an open space.

Three people were talking and laughing in front of a piece of paper not far away. One of them gestured to form a regular pentagon, which was a bird's-eye view of the card city.

Except for the goddess of resurrection with long beige hair, all the figures were blurry. Two familiar names were clearly on the verge of coming out, but the words just couldn't come out.

...Or in other words, does she still remember those two names? Does she still remember those two faces?

"What did I forget?"

Fu Cangzhao woke up from his dream.

The clock in the room pointed to early morning. The wine bottles on the coffee table were cleared away and replaced by two cups of black tea, with steam still coming out of the cups.

"Good morning, Mai Mai. How did you sleep last night?" The door opened without warning and Xia An walked in to greet her.

She was about to tell Xia An about her strange dream, but she found that she had forgotten what she had dreamed about, so she just shook her head and said, "It's fine."

Xia An picked up a teacup and took a sip: "Do you want to go see the grave of an old acquaintance?"

Fu Cangzhao also picked up the teacup and sipped it, saying in a low voice: "Okay."

During this time, they traveled almost all over the world.

There is no war where Fu Cangzhao is, and no one knows how long this ancient goddess will force them to cease fighting.

"This is the cenotaph of Sanguli."

Fu Cangzhao shed tears silently.

Roxanne, she is your character.

If it weren't for me, she would have become the emperor of Lily Hexagram and contributed to the development of the new magic system.

Here I come, San Tuberculosis appears. She became a terminally ill patient due to an accident and eventually died in the wilderness, leaving only a ring.

She was a genius, but was jealous of her extraordinary talent, which forced her to lose herself in the swamp of her ideals. After she finally broke free, she realized that she would not live long.

It is so cruel that people with ideals cannot live to see the day when their ideals come true!

Thinking of this, she touched the circle of black lines at the base of her left ring finger. Several black lines spread out from there, crawling intermittently on the back of her hand.

How should I face you, Roxanne?

How should we deal with the re-establishment of associations?

"This is the cenotaph of Emperor Ligura."

Fu Cangzhao felt so uncomfortable that he could hardly breathe and burst into tears.

She covered her heart and hunched over, almost level with the tombstone.

As an emperor and one of the founders of a new era together with her, Ligura's tombstone is so simple.

Although everything was arranged according to her will, she still felt guilty when she saw that this tombstone was hidden among countless tombstones of the same style and could not be found without a guide.

"History books say that you never shed tears." A soft handkerchief wiped away her tears.

She lowered her head and took deep breaths repeatedly. Xia An stroked her back along her spine to help her suppress her surging emotions.

"I..." Fu Cangzhao opened his mouth and tried to organize his words.

All kinds of thoughts were tangled in my head, like a cork stuck in my throat. This cork might have once protected a bottle of fine wine, but it was removed by Ligula herself one day.

"I burned my divinity, and my tears no longer have any special function." - How she wanted to pretend that nothing had happened and respond to everyone with a nonchalant attitude.

But she can't.

Every day when she washed and changed her clothes, she would see the imperial rose mark on her neck in the mirror, always reminding her that there was a vampire who was addicted to her blood during her journey.

She dared not forget.

"This is Xilai Square. Elaine and Kimberly died heroically here."

The ground is intact.

Only Fu Cangzhao remembered that the two young men fought with numerous magic puppets until they died of exhaustion.

I remember how the two of them clasped hands before they blew themselves up, and how the corners of their mouths curved with relief.

I even remember what they did to the square.

But all of this no longer exists after thousands of years of repairs.

The fighting was so intense that all video equipment failed completely, and she was the only one alive who remembered the battle.

She closed her eyes, preventing herself from seeing what the square looked like today, but her memory became clearer.

"This is Calliope Sanatorium, where Lumi is buried."

Fu Cangzhao walked straight to a door and looked up at the house number.

"Here," she pointed to the house number and said, "New Xilai's first temporary leader, Ou Feiyan, is buried here."

History books falsely claimed that Ou Feiyan was a pure woman, and thousands of years later, this name was almost lost.

But it doesn’t matter, Fu Cangzhao will remember everyone.

...Remember, everyone?

The moment she made up her mind, she suddenly had doubts about it.

Did she really remember everyone? Could she really remember everyone? If she could, why were there two increasingly blurred shadows in her mind? Who were they? How did they know each other? Where in her memory should they appear? Why didn't she remember them?

With doubts in mind, she was dragged by Xia An into the endless snow and wind on the northern ice field.

The heavy snow blurred the vision, vaguely outlining a familiar white figure.

"Ji Xueyue, are you looking at me?" Fu Cangzhao opened his mouth and spit out a large ball of white air, trying to let his sight penetrate the snowflakes and see the figure clearly.

Fengxue still didn't respond.

In a trance, she remembered the advice Ji Xueyue gave her before she left the world of immortal cultivation: "Everything has a lifespan, but loneliness is eternal."

These travelers who travel between different worlds must ignore their shackles and remain alone so as not to be disturbed by the various complicated human relationships.

Fu Cangzhao did not agree with this statement.

You see, I have a deep friendship with them. I will leave, and they will miss me, but they will not die without me. Before I left, I sang for them, and now there are many people who sing better than me; I taught them the secret recipe of curry rice, and now they know that it is just an ordinary rice dish.

It is not that humans will never be able to disenchant the gods. Please give them time and patience.

"Enjoying loneliness" may be your, Ji Xueyue's, rule of time travel, but it is not mine, Fu Cangzhao's.

"Here, people found the long-sleeping Yuerqin and set up the Yuerqin Monument to commemorate this great ice explorer."

What did she remember and what did she forget?