How I was forced to be a boss

Mr. Yimulian still hasn't come back?

Takehime, who sat by the window of the shrine and flipped through the book as usual, looked at the night sky with a thoughtful expression.

"What are you thinking?"

That person came under the moonlight and starlight, and he was standing in front of Zhuji in the blink of an eye.

The cold voice seemed to ring in his ears, the black-haired man was surrounded by stars, and he looked at Zhuji with some kind of strange scrutiny.

Putting down the book in her hand, Zhuji got up and stood by the window, tiptoed slightly, poked her head out, "Who are you?"

"...I am Huang."

Zhuji looked at him, and when she met this man's eyes, the familiar feeling of blue made her dazed for a moment.

"Do I know you?" After a pause, Zhuji asked again, "Do you know me?"

Huang walked up to Zhu Ji step by step, observing carefully, as if he wanted to dissect Zhu Ji from beginning to end.The two just stared at each other for a while, and a complex and unspeakable emotion appeared on that indifferent face.

"You don't know me," he said, "and I ... don't know you."

Huang's words caused Zhuji to show a puzzled expression on her face.

"Then why did you appear in front of me?"

Obviously it wasn't a difficult question to answer, but Huang really remained silent.

After a while, he said hoarsely, "Do you believe in fate?"

"Destiny." Seimei Abe sat at the table with a lot of papers spread out in front of him, and repeated with a smile when he heard Takehime's words.

"So how did Zhuji answer him?"

Zhuji wrinkled her face in confusion, "I can't answer his question."

Seimei Abe paused, raised his head in surprise, and looked at Takehime, "Can't Takehime make a judgment on whether or not she believes in fate?"

Stopping the copying pen in her hand, Zhuji poked her face with the tip of the pen in distress.

"The definition of whether you believe it or not is too vague." Saying this, Zhuji subconsciously pressed her forehead.

"You must first understand what fate is."

"Oh?" Abe Seimei straightened up and looked at Zhu with great interest!Bamboo Hime.

"Fate is an inevitable result." Zhuhime looked at Abe Seimei seriously while pressing her forehead, trying to express her thoughts that came out of nowhere.

"But before the result comes, there are many causes."

"Factors such as human character, society, group thinking, etc. will all affect the state of the result."

"Like, many lines," Zhuji stretched out two fingers, the fingertips slid in the air, and finally merged, and the fingertips of the two fingers faced each other. "These lines will finally converge together. This point is the result. That's what's called fate."

Abe Seimei's eyes followed Takehime's movements and fell on the place where the two fingers turned.

"So, does Takehime think fate can be changed?" Abe Seimei lowered her voice and asked softly.

"Well, if you look at it from the current point of view—fate is unchangeable."

"Because the cause that constitutes everything still exists, then the effect is a kind of necessity."

"But, Seimei," Takehime tilted her head and looked at Abe Seimei, "If you want to reverse the established cause, you must have the ability to predict the effect, otherwise people will just keep going along the line, even changing the cause. Such thoughts will never arise."

Abe Seimei stared at the little girl sitting over there, with a little ink stain on her cheek, her expression was full of innocence and cuteness, as if she was completely unaware of what she was talking about.

"Yeah, this is really...depressing."

After a moment of silence, Abe Seimei laughed again, "So, Takehime's answer should be to believe in fate."

"You can't say that." Takehime looked at Abe Seimei disapprovingly.

"Actually, discussing fate itself is meaningless."

"The so-called destiny itself is a transfer of power."

Abe Seimei was taken aback for a moment.

"Transfer of power?"

"Because of my own humbleness and insignificance, I cannot resist the harsh environment of the outside world, so I choose to transfer the power that determines my own survival and meaning to a mysterious power outside the world. This power is destiny."

"However, that power is taken back when a person starts to be able to face adversity on their own!"

"When the authority of fate is taken back by human beings," Zhuji slowed down her voice, "he has the ability to jump out of the established cause and walk into the unknown."

"So, Mr. Qingming and Mr. Huang are both. You seem to have reversed the relationship between fate and people. Fate is not a cause and cannot determine anything." Zhuji pointed to her head, "This is what can determine everything." thing."

"What a bold statement."

"Are you scared? Seimei?" Yu Zaoqian's ending voice lightly raised, revealing the master's good mood.

Abe Seimei curled his lips and smiled, "Yes."

"It was really frightening."

That's what he said, but there was no surprise on his face at all.

"So, where did you come from?"

There seemed to be question marks popping up on Zhuji's small head, her face was full of doubts.

"Isn't this very interesting?" Yuzao looked at the little girl leaning on him obediently in her arms.

"At this time..."

Abe Seimei's sigh disappeared from his mouth.

"Well?"

Suddenly, as if feeling something, Takehime looked into the distance, and then Tamamomae and Abe Seimei also looked over.

"Oh," Abe Seimei picked up the bat fan and opened it to cover the lower half of his face, "Your Highness Takehime, this is a kind of destiny."

In the distant sky, a burst of turbid air rose into the sky.

Just when she felt that feeling was familiar, Zhuji's fingers burned, and the golden thread stretched from her fingertips to the distance, like a golden light heading straight there.

Zhuji looked at her hands and the distance in a daze, always feeling like she had seen this kind of scene somewhere.

"Do you want to go there?" Yuzao asked the little girl in her arms with her head lowered.

Takehime nodded.

Abe Seimei got up, raised his hand and threw a!A piece of talisman, the talisman stood in front of the eyes and shimmered. After the light passed, an ox cart appeared in the center of the courtyard. In front of the ox cart, a woman's face full of resentment was stuck there.

"Oh? Are you using the Oborosha?" Tamazamo stood up holding Takehime.

"Do you want to come, Your Highness Takehime?" Abe Seimei stretched out his hand to Takehime with a smile in his eyes.

Looking at the Oborosha in front of her, Zhuji always felt a strange emotion welling up in her heart, but she couldn't distinguish it well.

The inside of the hazy car was no different from the ordinary car. As soon as they sat down, they felt the car body shaking. From outside the curtain that was blown away by the wind, Zhuji saw the sky and the stars in the sky.

It seemed to be drawn closer suddenly, and appeared in a place that seemed to be within reach.

A certain emotion drove her to lie down by the small window, and stretched out her hand to the starry sky.

"I seem to have seen such a scene before." Zhuji's eyes blurred, and she murmured something she didn't understand.

Abe Seimei frowned, and immediately looked at Takehime, "Are you okay?"

"Okay?" Takehime gave Abe Seimei a strange look, not understanding why he asked.

"...it's fine."

This is a forest. Under the infestation of the turbid air, the trees showed a withered appearance, and the surroundings were silent, and there was no living thing.

Walking along, under a tree with some dead leaves, Zhuji saw the person who hadn't returned home for a long time.

"Mr. Yimulian?"

Yimulian sat under the tree, the dragon's body wrapped around him, and the turbid air invaded his body.

Zhuji ran forward, knelt down beside him, glanced at the horns growing out of Fengshen's head, pursed her lips, and pressed her hand to his face, as if she was just waking up a sleeping person, Calling softly, "Yimulian?"

As if he finally felt the temperature on his cheek, Fengshen slowly opened his eyes, he saw the person in front of him clearly in a trance, and sighed, "It's you, Zhuji."

!Although he has lost the freshness of the god at this moment, he still looks so gentle.

"Why didn't you come back?" Zhuji was silent for a moment, then asked.

"Sorry," Yimulian looked helpless and sad, "I'm afraid I can't take care of you anymore, Zhuji."

"why?"

"Being by my side is not good for you." Yimulian lowered his eyelashes.

Zhuji felt that she could not understand the thoughts of several people.

She doesn't understand the causal relationship between this.

After thinking about it, Zhuji raised her hand, "Yimulian, look."

"The one who is connected with me is Yimulian, the one who takes care of me seriously is Yimulian, and what I want to find is also Yimulian..."

"It has to be Yimulian." Zhuji seriously emphasized, and then they all smiled when they saw the little girl for the first time.

"Whether it's a monster or a god, it makes no difference to me."

She sized him up, then looked at Abe Seimei. Thinking of what Seimei asked her before, Takehime thought for a while, as if she suddenly understood something.

Say with certainty: "I won't be hurt."

"Look, I'm by your side right now, but nothing happens."

Zhuji looked into Yimulian's eyes and said to him word by word, "So, please come back to me."

Saying so, the soft light that almost only appeared once on Takehime's body lit up, spreading along the thread to Yimulian's body.

Abe Seimei watched in surprise as the turbid air on Yimulian's body was suppressed little by little, and then fell silent.The surroundings suddenly became clear.

"Zhu Ji..." Looking at her hand in a daze, and then at Zhu Ji who was kneeling beside her, with a cute face, as if she didn't know what she had done, she suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

Then Fengshen burst into a smile as gentle as a spring breeze, and his eyes seemed to be shining with light.

"Then——please teach me a lot from now on, Takehime."