Honkai Diary, Starting with Domestic White-haired Dumplings

At this moment, "Fu Hua" felt uncontrollable steam emanating from both ears and nasal cavity—an old antique, why is it so beautiful everywhere! ? ?

……

After a long time, when "Fu Hua" came back from the dizzy state, she was already sitting side by side with Fu Hua in the open grassland. You can lean into each other with a slight lean.

【When did I... come here?What just happened? 】

"Fu Hua" wanted to sort out the cause and effect, but only when he was held by Fu Hua, the peace of mind and joy of forgetting himself filled all his memories.

She couldn't help holding her breath, squinted, then carefully turned her head slowly, and finally saw Fu Hua's face.

Old Antique raised his head, as if admiring the moon, but in his beautiful face, there was a touch of lingering sadness, as if he was recalling the sad past through the moon.

"what happened?"

Noticing "Fu Hua"'s focused gaze, Fu Hua turned his head and smiled softly at her.

"No... nothing! No! Why did you run out by yourself, Old Antique? And what about your body? Soul steel body? You asked for it from Zeke?"

"Fu Hua" quickly changed the topic after a brief panic.

Of course, this is indeed the right thing to do.

Fu Hua lowered his eyes, pondered for a moment, seemed to be thinking about how to answer, and said:

"Well... just seeing you have been fighting against Kevin these days, my heart is itchy, so let's come out and get some air."

"Just what the hell? Are you perfunctory?"

"Then forgive me, I don't know how to say it."

"……Fine."

"Fu Hua" scratched his head, pouted, and replied reluctantly.

Anyway, it doesn't matter, if you are old antique, you can do whatever you want, "Fu Hua" didn't feel unhappy at all.

"Do you want to join hands?"

"Eh?"

"Fu Hua" blinked cutely, not following this sudden thought.

After a while, her eyes lit up.

"Okay, okay! You know me best! Fighting is my favorite!"

"It's just a pure skill exchange. If it's a real fight, my soul steel body won't be able to hold it up. I have to trouble you to hold back your strength."

Fu Hua said frankly—what he didn't tell "Fu Hua" was that Shen Yun is another matter, even if it is a body of soul steel, it will not be discounted.

"Fu Hua" made an OK gesture and said with a big grin:

"No problem! Isn't it just to control the strength during training? I understand, I understand!"

Afterwards, "Fu Hua" patted his buttocks and stood up, posing in a martial arts posture.

Fu Hua made the same posture, and his forearm, which was as straight as a knife, touched "Fu Hua" lightly.

In the next second, the fist and palm were like light and electricity, and there were countless crackling sounds like firecrackers.

Immediately, time seemed to be still at the moment when the two of them had just joined hands, in the peaceful breeze, Fu Hua's white and small fist, stayed within a short distance in front of "Fu Hua".

"you……"

"Fu Hua" shrank his pupils and opened his mouth, speechless.

And Fu Hua slowly withdrew his fist, and asked with a smile:

"Shall we continue?"

"it is good!"

"Fu Hua" turned serious, put on a posture, and lightly touched Fu Hua's outstretched forearm.

"Crackling!"

"boom!"

After a moment of lightning and flint, "Fu Hua"'s wrists were pressed down by one of Fu Hua's hands, and Fu Hua's other fist stayed in front of "Fu Hua" again, bringing out a strong punch.

This time, there was no need for Fu Hua to ask questions, "Fu Hua" took a deep breath, and said word by word:

"continue!"

"Crackling!"

"boom!"

Now, standing in front of "Fu Hua" is Fu Hua's small and exquisite palm.

"what!!!"

"Fu Hua" took two steps back, scratching his head frantically, his face was at a loss with doubts about life.

After a while, she turned her head and said:

"Wait! I'm drowsy, and I haven't adjusted my state yet. Let me warm up first."

"it is good."

"Fu Hua" then took a deep breath, expanded his chest, stretched his waist, rubbed his wrists, and even jumped and backflipped for a while.

After moving his body, "Fu Hua" walked over confidently with a serious expression.

"Come on, I'm ready, let you see my true strength."

"Crackling!"

"boom!"

The same short moment, the same plot, the wind of the fist whistled in the ears of "Fu Hua".

"Come again!"

"boom!"

"continue!"

"boom!"

"Ahhh! I'm angry!"

"boom!"

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After holding hands again and again, "Fu Hua" knelt on the ground in front of his body, completely doubting his life.

"It doesn't make sense..."

"Could it be that I have eaten too much recently and my body is bulky..."

"I'm still slack in my practice..."

"To be reasonable, how could I lose to others in martial arts..."

Fu Hua was squatting next to her, listening to these thoughts, he couldn't help showing a doting smile, and reached out to rub "Fu Hua"'s little head.

"Old Antique, how can you be so strong?"

"Fu Hua" turned his head and looked at Fu Hua blankly.

And Fu Hua looked at her with a smile, and gradually, the smile began to shrink, turning into complex and heavy colors.

"Antique?"

"Fu Hua" looked puzzled at Fu Hua's changed expression.

From those eyes with complex emotions, "Fu Hua" instinctively sensed something, so he reluctantly opened the corners of his mouth and forced a haha:

"Ah, that, why don't you come here first today, I think you are tired, come back quickly, otherwise..."

"Through the previous diary, I know that I have done such things as forcibly instilling martial arts training memories to teach martial arts."

"Old Antique, you..."

"However, it is difficult to obtain martial arts cultivation by digesting memories. Most of the time, those memories will conflict with the recipient's own memories, and the martial arts experience that can be passed on in the end is no more than a hundred.

To improve the effect of this kind of transmission, the only way is to let the recipient abandon their own personality and memory, and hypnotize themselves into me, so that they can smoothly accept those cultivation memories and transform them into their own cultivation.

The most ideal situation is that the other party regards himself as me from the inside out, so that he can digest almost 100% of all martial arts memories and turn them into his own martial arts cultivation.But in doing so, the recipient is no longer himself, but another me who is not me. "

Fu Hua spoke slowly, a pair of clear eyes full of water reflected the gradually changing expression of "Fu Hua".

"Fu Hua" sat down, scratching his head, with a forced composure.

"Why do you say these things we all know!? Oh, stop talking so much nonsense, come back quickly, after all, it's just a backup of consciousness, and it's easy to get hurt if you stay outside for too long!"

"Listen to me, even if the situation I mentioned really occurs, and the most perfect example of memory transmission appears, what you get in memory is not the real cultivation base that has been tempered. Therefore, it will be a little bit short. Although those gaps Outsiders can't feel it at all, but it exists. A little bit less strength, a little bit less true air flow, a little bit less eyesight and reaction... If everything is a little bit worse, when you encounter the martial arts that you have really cultivated, you will be The gap is so clear."

Fu Hua sighed, squatted on the spot, put his hands on his knees, and looked at "Fu Hua" peacefully and gently.

But "Fu Hua"'s complexion suddenly turned livid.

"I... I don't want to hear this, if you don't want to come back, I'll go to sleep!"

"You actually understand what I'm talking about, don't you? I do. You're smart."

"You...you...ah! I don't want to hear it anymore, I'm leaving!"

"Didn't you say that you don't have the memory of the month of sleep, and you don't know why you lay down for so long? I can give you that memory now."

Fu Hua said softly, without any forceful tone, but he has already pushed "Fu Hua" to a dead end with nowhere to escape.

"Fu Hua" hugged his head and also blocked the change of expression on his face, without saying a word.

In the silence, Fu Hua let out a long sigh.

"Oh—you are very smart, so you should be more or less aware of the many incongruities, right? I have been hesitating for a while, but the truth must be made public after all, do you understand?"

"...I don't want to hear it, I'm going to sleep!"

"You are already facing this problem. I don't want to force you, but you, do you really don't want this memory?"

Fu Hua stretched out his hand, holding a piece of golden feather with his fingertips, and placed it in front of "Fu Hua".