Fusheng Chronicle

Dawn breaks, dawn breaks.

Faint golden light flashed faintly from between the curtains, Miao Changfeng stared wide-eyed, half lying down and looking at the man on the opposite bed.

Zhou Shengxiao's sleeping posture was impeccable, just like his usual style, as standard as a lying corpse.That beautiful face was still pale in the sun.When the watch ticked to six o'clock, he suddenly opened his eyes.

Miao Changfeng was taken aback, quickly closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

"What are you looking at me for?" Zhou Shengxiao turned his head and stared at Miao Changfeng without blinking.Half of his face was hidden in the darkness, his eyes were deep, like stars.

Miao Changfeng opened his eyes in fright, with a confused expression like a bunny on his face: "No, it's nothing."

Miao Changfeng was confused for a moment.For some reason, although he only knew Zhou Shengxiao for a short period of time, he always felt that they had met for a thousand years.

He has never been in a relationship, and he doesn't know what state he is in now.But it seems that he likes Zhou Shengxiao?

Every time he thinks of this, Miao Changfeng will feel the stimulation like electric shock all over his body.

"Then get up, I'm going back today."

Zhou Shengxiao got up from the bed, went into the bathroom to wash up.After washing his face, he accidentally saw himself in the mirror and was stunned.

This face seemed to look less and less like him.He vaguely remembered himself thousands of years ago, with a handsome face with sharp edges and corners, but now it became more and more strange.His face is white and his lips are red, like a teenager.

A dull pain in the right hand.Zhou Shengxiao looked down, and it turned out that a small piece of off-white nail had fallen off.He picked up the nail, and finally realized that his time might be numbered.

This also means that his task is about to be completed.It seems that there is no need to guard Miao Changfeng until he leaves this world. Zhou Shengxiao faintly sensed the laws of all things, which can never be changed.

The world wants Miao Changfeng to die, there are thousands of ways.

Just like the god of death, ordinary people cannot fight against the god of death.

For thousands of years, Zhou Shengxiao has been fighting against the god of death, as if something unfounded is destroying Miao Changfeng's life.After repeated failures, Zhou Shengxiao had exhausted his patience.

He seemed to see himself clearly, longevity might just be a punishment given to him by heaven.Probably he did something bad in his previous life, which is why he was given the longest and most painful torture.

But now, Zhou Shengxiao suddenly saw a glimmer of hope.

God of death, are you finally willing to let go?

"Zhou Shengxiao? What are you doing inside for so long?" Miao Changfeng's worried voice came from outside the door.

Zhou Shengxiao stared expressionlessly at himself in the mirror, and after washing his hands, pushed open the bathroom door.

Miao Changfeng knocked down in his arms.

Zhou Shengxiao remained in this posture, and waited until Miao Changfeng had stabilized before walking past him to the bedside to pack his luggage.

"Are you okay?" Miao Changfeng looked at him.

Zhou Shengxiao did look a little different.White shirt and black trousers, pale complexion, as thin as if otherworldly.His hands are as long as jade, holding the clothes like a painting.

Zhou Shengxiao didn't speak, and the two went downstairs with their luggage.When they were about to leave the hotel, a waitress hurriedly stopped them: "Mr. Zhou, a gentleman entrusted me to give this to you just now."

Zhou Shengxiao took the envelope and opened it. Inside was a small piece of copper.

Miao Changfeng was a little puzzled, "What is this?"

It was an irregularly shaped piece of copper the size of a finger, and it looked quite old.Turn over the back, engraved with a few mysterious runes.

Miao Changfeng read aloud: "Qing... Dongfu?"

"How do you know?" Zhou Shengxiao was a little surprised.

"Looking at it, I seem to know what it means." Miao Changfeng also felt quite unbelievable. As an economics professor, he suddenly understood such things as historical ancient Chinese.

Zhou Shengxiao asked the waiter, "What does the man who gave you the things just now look like?"

The waiter shook his head, "He was wearing a black suit and a mask, I didn't see clearly."

At the same time, the tour guide shouted at the door: "Hurry up and get on the bus, everyone, hurry up, don't dawdle!"

Xu Yanbao struggled to get into the car with his luggage, and greeted them, "Brother Zhou, hurry up and get in the car!"

Zhou Shengxiao lowered his head, put the piece of copper in his pocket, and walked to the bus with the luggage.

The car started, looking at the constantly changing scenery outside the car window, Zhou Shengxiao rarely felt sleepy.He half-closed his eyes, and the side of his nose was painted with a faint light and shadow, which was very beautiful.

Miao Changfeng took out a coat from his bag and put it on him, took out a book of economic theory and began to take notes.

The carriage was shaking, voices were noisy, half asleep and half awake, Zhou Shengxiao unexpectedly dreamed of memories from a thousand years ago.

Those flashes of swords and swords and rivers of blood, he thought he had forgotten the past.

……

Gold palace jade, incense burner on the sandalwood table slowly rising smoke.The boy lowered his head, not daring to look up at the face of the man in the hall.

The young man was about twelve or thirteen years old. He was clever and cute. He was wearing a linen padded robe. He was probably a child of a commoner family.

The man sitting in the upper seat, wearing a soft black robe, leaned lazily on the seat, unexpectedly charming.Everyone knows that if you are not a king, you should not wear black clothes.

The identity of the man is self-evident.

"Who is he?" The man's voice was as clear as snow.

The waiter stepped forward and said, "Your Highness, this is a gift from the imperial concubine."

Today, His Highness does not like female sex, and his age and crown have never been the same.The imperial concubine really had no choice but to find such a prescription to let His Highness understand the fun of the boudoir.

The man pondered for a while, and said: "Forget it, send him to the sleeping hall."

After dealing with government affairs, even Zhou Shengxiao couldn't hold on anymore.He rubbed his tired eyes, remembered that there was a child in the dormitory, so he asked people to rush back to the dormitory.

When he was about to arrive in the hall, a waiter handed over a cup of tea: "Your Highness, please use ginseng tea."

Zhou Shengxiao took it without even thinking about it, and drank it down in one gulp.After drinking it, he felt a little dry mouth, but it was ginseng tea after all, so he didn't think much about it.

Walking into the hall, everything is indistinct.Zhou Shengxiao felt as if he had had an extremely long dream. In the dream, he pressed the young man under him, doing those upsetting things.

The young man's complexion was ruddy, his voice was soft and sweet, his eyes seemed to be filled with tears, filled with infinite sorrow.

Zhou Shengxiao has been a self-disciplined perfect dummy since he was born. He has never been so uncontrollable as at this moment, violently forcing the boy to shed more tears and making him groan/groan more.

The curtains fluttered in the wind, and the candles flickered.When the clothes overlapped and the figures overlapped, the boy closed his eyes contentedly.

When I woke up, there was no one around me.The only thing that Zhou Shengxiao remembered was the red mole on the boy's left ear, which was so red that it burned people's eyes.

Years passed by, and Zhou Shengxiao finally found out that he was different.His wife is already showing old age, only he seems to stay in the year of reaching the crown forever, his appearance and body will not change.

The people in the palace discussed this matter secretly, saying that their king was a fairy descended from the earth and lived forever.

When the neighboring country attacked, Zhou Shengxiao decided to go on a personal expedition.When all of them came to the border defense, they realized that they had fallen into the enemy's trap.

A whole hundred thousand soldiers were wiped out.

Blood soaked the city walls, and in the distance came the pounding of drums, the neighing of horses, and the sound of clashing swords.Zhou Shengxiao stood in the crowd, looking at the corpses all over the place, feeling powerless for the first time.

In the face of death, human beings have no power to fight back.

Then, someone fell down in front of Zhou Shengxiao.He carried the knife for him, blood spurted out, and in the bloody sky, he showed a bleak smile.

"Dian..." Before he could call out his name, he fell into a pool of blood.

Zhou Shengxiao clearly saw the red mole on his left ear, which was as dazzling as many years ago.

At the end of the war, the king disappeared, and the whole country mourned.

In the same year, Zhou Shengxiao committed suicide by jumping into the sea at the top of Wangyang Peak.

He was sleeping at the bottom of the dark blue water, like a quiet corpse.He never reached out to try to save his life, because at this moment, he finally understood that he had become an undead monster.

When thousands of people died in front of him, he seemed to replace the lives of these people, and he could only move forward in this world.

Every step is like walking in mud, trekking hard.

Every late night, the dreams will be the cries of those undead.They walk on the road to the underworld, and they will soon forget the swords and swords in their lifetime.

Something gradually emerged in the dream, like a silver-blue swimming fish.Zhou Shengxiao took a closer look and found that it was a boy in blue.

The red mole on his left ear was as red as the sun.

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