My daily life with neuropathy

When the gasoline exploded, Feiguan intuitively felt a little danger.

He felt like a frog being targeted by a snake, no matter how much he jumped around, he couldn't escape.

"Ah, it seems too obvious. I don't know how to control my own power, sorry." A woman's voice came from the smoke, and Fei Guan raised his hand and played a piano sound in the direction of the sound. , but was easily dodged.

"Who is here?" Feiguan asked in a deep voice.

"Ah, ah, ah," the smoke cleared, revealing the figure of a woman, the piano sound that Feiguan made just now was trapped between her hands.Cruising continuously in a sphere. "There's no need to be so surprised, is there?"

"Are you....?!" Feiguan frowned, "So you..."

"What about me?" Monet smiled slightly, "Did I report the situation to him just now? Do you think I'm with him?"

"Who are you?" Feiguan couldn't help taking a step back, his intuition told him that the woman in front of him was very extraordinary.

"That's a good question," Monet smiled, "Who am I?" Countless silk threads emerged from behind her, floating quietly around her.

"..." Feiguan frowned, "Are you a heretic?" He could feel the powerful power faintly coming from that woman, but it was different from his system.

"Heretic?" Monet raised his eyebrows, "Indeed, I could be called that when I was here, but in my system, my name is—"

Λχεσι

The name full of supernatural power was read by Monet. Even though the system was different, Feiguan was so crushed that he almost knelt down.

"What's that?" As a ghost who lives in China all year round, Feiguan said... What is a foreign language? Can it be eaten?

"Well, in Chinese, I'll be called Lachesis. Although I have many other names, this name sounds more normal." Monet touched his chin and said. "As you can see, I am a foreign god, and I am originally Chinese."

"How do you..." Feiguan couldn't figure it out.

"This is a story that has nothing to do with you." Monet smiled slightly, "Have you figured out how to defeat me?"

"Hehe," Feiguan raised his eyebrows, "There is a price to be paid for speaking wild words."

"That's right," Monet shrugged, "I'm a third-generation god, young man." When she raised her hand, a golden river suddenly appeared in the sky. Looking carefully, the golden river seemed to be gathered by countless silk threads And just when the river appeared, Monet's clothes changed from casual clothes to elegant long skirts of ancient Greece. The previous appearance also changed in the light, and the crown made of olive leaves fell on the Above her head, she took out a pair of scissors from the river, and a handle appeared in the other hand.

"I seem to have said before," Monet smiled slightly, "my ability can't be used on you cultivators, can it?"

"..." It is one of the rules that the forces in different systems cannot influence each other unless they are on guard.So he didn't think Monet would do anything to him.However--

"No, I want to apologize to you." Monet said briskly, "Actually, it doesn't work, but it just doesn't work on people with a higher realm than me. It's easy for others~ She blinked mischievously and said, "Every woman has a little secret, right?"

"You don't intend to hurt me?" Feiguan frowned, he couldn't feel the murderous aura coming from Monet at all.

"I don't have the ability to cut in my godhead." Monet shook the scissors in his hand, "Although it is not impossible to use them, but you are not worth the price I have to pay."

"..." This kind of feeling of gratitude and subtle discomfort.

"I came here this time to stop you, and secondly," Monet smiled slightly, holding up the pole, "I was entrusted by someone to change your fate. By the way, I changed your fate." From now on, you will belong to my side~"

"You!" Feiguan was startled and angry, but his body couldn't move a single bit under the pressure of Monet, who was in full condition.

"Εμαιπρσωποτουπεπρωμνουχραξηπολιτικ, (I am the one who decides my destiny)

μλιεμαιπλθοκαννατουκσμου, (I am the ruler of the world)

τηεπιτυχατηαποτυχαπ. (Success or failure in one thought, rise or fall in the other hand)" said Monet.

A faint silk thread emerged from Feiguan's chest, floating in front of Monet's eyes. Monet grabbed the half-black silk thread and wound it around the handle for a few times, and the color of the thread gradually changed from black and white to white and gold. , and then floated down from the pole and joined the golden river. The silk thread seemed to have no end, but Monet patiently repeated the process of drawing the scroll.

What kind of experience is it like to see your own destiny changing with your own eyes?

Old memories are constantly fading, new memories appear in my mind, silk threads are constantly being entangled, weaving a completely different life.

My name is Feiguan, and I am a young master of the Moonling Clan who grew up under the doting of my parents.

This is not me, my father is the patriarch of the Moon Spirit Clan, he gave birth to me with a mysterious person, and he hid me in the bamboo forest as soon as I was born.Before the Moon Spirit Clan was wiped out, the sun was out of sight all year round.

After I became an adult, according to the tradition of the Moonling Clan, I traveled abroad to practice the technique of absorbing the cold air by myself. Everyone in the clan will have such a test. During the travel, I met a man named Sanyu friend.

I clearly...!Not like this, not like this! ! ...how wonderful it would be if this were true.

Knowing that he was going to travel around Kyushu, I was happy to accompany him. On the way, he encountered an abyss of ice and fire. He worked tirelessly, took ice silk and shamisen real fire, and made an umbrella for me.Not long after, an umbrella spirit was born from that umbrella, and that day the poppies bloomed, so I called him the poppies.

Feiguan stared blankly at the illusory pictures in front of him, what a bright future, what a happy life, without all the darkness and pain, deceit and betrayal he has experienced, that is exactly what he has experienced in countless dark worlds. Day and night, the life that I secretly hoped for.

If he is a legitimate young master, if the people in the clan can stand on their own feet, if they can meet the right person at the right time...

If so, how wonderful it would be.

Feiguan gave up resistance unconsciously.

"I have to say that the lifeline of a thousand-year-old ghost is really long." Monet curled his lips, and looked at the length of the silk thread full of melancholy. "Hey, are you sure you want to do this, the price you have to pay is very high."

"Master, he's too tired." Yu Meiren nodded with a pale face and said.

"Subordinates like you," Monet glanced at him with a half-smile, and said, "Should I say luck or misfortune?"

Then--

Guo Qi was still very interested in looking at the formations around him, but after Li Lianhua woke up and Jian Lingyuexi saw the murderous look of this clown-like person, he lost interest in an instant.

"Oh?" He smiled a little, "Looking at the appearance of my little sword spirit, it seems that your Excellency has quite a relationship with us."

"Don't dare." An old voice came from behind the clown's mask, "It's just a little life and death enmity, and it's not too much to talk about the origin."

"Huh?" Guo Qi raised his eyebrows, and said casually, "Tell me, which lost dog are you?"

"After nearly a thousand years, you are still so outspoken." The clown sighed. "Seeing you like this, I suddenly felt that the methods I thought of to deal with you were not enough."

"Oh?" Guo Qirao asked with interest, "Why?"

"Because you don't eat oil and salt, you don't eat soft and hard things, you don't hurt when you are hurt, and you don't listen to scolding," the clown sighed, "You are really an invincible copper pea, aren't you?"

"...It's you?!" Guo Qi suddenly turned cold, "You're not dead yet?"

"You can live, why can't I?" The clown said indifferently, opened the mask, revealed a face that had been through many vicissitudes, and was already old, and said with a wry smile, "My face is more suitable for Shangqi. Let’s write, isn’t it, Shaoshu?”

"Ah, this is not Shaoshu's father..." Before Li Lianhua finished speaking, Guo Qi gave her a hard look and closed her mouth.

"Hmph." Guo Qi sneered, "It seems that the people behind you are not as kind as he is, otherwise you wouldn't be what you are now."

"Evil son," the clown sighed a long time, "If I had known today, I should have been ruthless as a father back then, and completely controlled you."

"But you still let me run away," Guo Qi laughed at himself, "I didn't kill you either. Between you and my father and son, there is only this point of meaningless soft-heartedness that is the most similar, isn't it?"

"It's been a thousand years, and you're still obsessed with it?" The clown asked with another long sigh.

"Will you?" Guo Qi asked back.

"......" This question stopped the clown, and he fell silent, "I don't remember what you looked like when you were a child." He suddenly said this.

"!" Guo Qi was startled, and frowned, "What are you talking about?"

"I can't remember what you looked like when you were a child," the clown repeated calmly. "Thousands of years later, I thought I was still alive, but I knew that I was dead. I can't remember the face of my wife. I can’t remember my friend’s name, and I even forgot what you looked like when you were a child.”

"But you still haven't forgotten to fight against me." Guo Qi smiled coldly, a little shaken in his eyes.

"That's all I remember." The clown shook his head, "If I don't even do this, what's the point of my existence?"

"Then go to hell." Guo Qi closed his eyes, wiped away the last bit of wavering, and when he opened them again, he had made up his mind, "Lotus!"

Only two people's sword formations were activated, and the ancient sword energy criss-crossed among countless mazes and phantom formations, with one force dropping ten times, it came to destroy the dead!

At this moment, the clown saw the sword aura attacking him, and said without dodging or dodging, "The time has come."

As soon as the words fell, in the distance, a beam of light suddenly shot up into the sky.

"Sanyu?!" Guo Qi looked at the light in the distance and was startled.

At this moment, under the powerful sword energy, the clown's body was reduced to powder.

"You're too late." After finishing speaking, the clown closed his eyes, and his figure began to dissipate little by little, "I remembered it again, that's good."

"Oh, it's time." Monet stopped his hands and looked at the beam of light in the distance, "It just so happens that my side is done, yo, little umbrella spirit, your master's fate has been rewritten by me, do you want to follow me?" he goes?"

"Is it possible?" the beauty asked, looking at Feiguan who was gradually disappearing into the river.

"Of course." Monet nodded, "You have severed the connection with the umbrella, you just have a touch of consciousness, and you can come here if you barely count it as a soul. The requirements for souls here are not very high."

"Thank you." Poppy nodded to Monet and walked into the golden river.

"Whether we can get to know each other in the vast sea of ​​people in the future depends on your fate," Monet said gloatingly, and then realized, "Oh, no, it's not entirely up to me. Cut, it's really boring .”

She looked at the beam of light again, "The plan has started to be implemented, and it's time for me to appear."

Then the radiance on her body gradually faded, and her clothes changed back to the way it was before, but her face remained the same. At this time, Shu Benhuai had already gone to the place where Sanyu was, and it was expected that he would not use his spiritual sense to look at her face.

"Hey, here's the fun."

The author has something to say: I haven't finished writing this last chapter yet, and I'm kneeling.