Fast Time Traveling: Ten Worlds Backward Chasing

When Zhuchang woke up in the heaven again, he was surrounded by the bamboo forest he was most familiar with, and the bamboo house where he lived for thousands of years.

Everything is so familiar yet so strange, the bamboo walks around the green bamboo around the bamboo house, every place here is full of memories of him and Bi An.

His body is bamboo, so he only loves bamboo, and cannot live without lush and green bamboos. Ever since he was with him, although he didn't say anything, he followed him and obeyed him in everything.

On the surface, it seems that he indulges Bi An, but in fact, it is Bi An who has been pampering him. He is used to enjoying everything that Bi An brings to him, and he can't let him go.

But his persistence, his possessiveness, may have caused Qu An pain.

"Have you given up?"

The sudden sound did not make Zhuzhen panic. He reached out and picked a bamboo leaf, rubbed it in his hand until the bamboo leaf was crushed into juice, and the green juice slowly flowed down the gap between his fingers. On the ground, it disappears.

Only then did Zhu Xun look up at the Heavenly Emperor, who was dressed in brocade clothes and did not wear a yellow robe, with a calm and calm tone.

"Are you satisfied?"

The Heavenly Emperor didn't mind Zhu's attitude, instead he smiled generously, "Why do you ask that?"

"Isn't that what you've been hoping to see?"

Zhu Xuan didn't want to entangle with the Emperor of Heaven, so he walked away.

When the two passed by each other, the Heavenly Emperor took Zhu's hand and slightly moved closer to him.

"I've lived for so long that every day, every hour, every moment is boring."

Zhu Xi tried to pull back his hand, but the Heavenly Emperor clenched it even harder, as if his fingertips had used mana.

"You are the emperor of heaven, so your lifespan will naturally be the same as that of heaven and earth."

The Emperor of Heaven smiled softly, his eyes that were always calm and majestic are now full of evil and interest.

He leaned close to Zhu's ear, and his tone was full of temptation, "But I found an interesting little thing..."

"It really... adds a touch of spice to my boring days."

"The show is on point, how can the protagonist leave the scene privately?"

"This is not the time for the curtain call, your most loyal audience is waiting for your performance..."

Zhu Xun lost consciousness amidst the Emperor's murmur, when he got up from the luxurious and comfortable big bed, his initial reaction was to laugh.

As if he had heard the most ridiculous thing in the world, he laughed wantonly, insanely, and couldn't help himself, he kept beating the bed under him while laughing, and the tears of laughing fell drop by drop.

The Emperor of Heaven was born with the emergence of the world. In his eyes, the time of thousands of years is just a flick of a finger. If you live for a long time, there will be nothing to catch your eyes.

When morning bells, evening drums, and flowers blooming and fading can no longer arouse the slightest turbulence in his heart, these little fairies are nothing more than ants in his eyes.

Zhu Xun raised his head, the hoarse laughter still overflowed from his throat, he should be proud to make the great Emperor of Heaven not so boring?

Zhuzhen smiled, and lay back down again, paused for a moment, but laughed again, laughing at her insignificance, laughing at Yinshuang's sadness, and laughing at his indescribable emotions.

"Have you laughed enough, Bamboo?"

Suddenly, there was a cold voice at the door.

The laughter stopped abruptly, and Zhu Zhang looked at the young man leaning against the door in surprise, with a casual posture, exquisite appearance, but somewhat gloomy demeanor.

"Yin Shuang?"

"It's me. As soon as you come, I know, Zhuzhen, you are always so haunted."

"Really, I don't want to come either." Zhu Jiao lowered his eyes, his voice was low and inaudible.

Yinshuang frowned, but didn't hear what Zhu Chong said, subconsciously put on the most ferocious face, and threatened Zhu Chong: "Qi An is mine! Don't think you can succeed this time!"

Zhu Xun squinted his eyes and looked at the half-grown boy in front of him. He went through the memory of the corpse in his mind, and laughed dumbfoundedly.

A gloomy and violent elder brother and a well-behaved and cute younger brother with excellent grades?

I don't know what kind of role Bi An is playing?

"As long as you can catch it, Bi An is yours."

Zhu Xun stood up indifferently, ignoring Yin Shuang, who was staring at her, and walked into the bathroom.

After a while, the sound of pattering water came, covering up Yinshuang's loud closing sound.

Zhu Xi stretched out her hand, wiped away the mist covered on the cold mirror, looked at the young man in the mirror, with raised eyes and a little red mole on the outer corner, indifferently hooked the corners of her lips, that was the one he used to appear most often, It seems to mock the smiles of the world.

Bi An, I will no longer chase you, no longer push you forward, no longer force you to make a choice, if you really just stay with Yinshuang like that...

The young man in the mirror had a cold and mocking smile on his lips, his lips were slightly parted, and he spoke silently.

I don't want you anymore.

Zhu Xi was thinking, suddenly his face froze, he grabbed something and threw it at the mirror, there was a clear cracking sound, and the whole mirror began to crack and shatter from the middle.

In the bathroom full of fog and the sound of water, came a vague, cold sound.

"Are you satisfied with what you see?"

Far away in the heavenly realm, the Heavenly Emperor slightly opened his eyes, sighed softly, and said in a deep and distant voice, "It's pretty satisfactory."

After taking a shower, Zhu Xun went down with wet hair, and walked down the spiral stairs of the villa. The wet hair stuck to his forehead, and the water dripped into his eyes. Zhu Xun squinted his eyes and shouted: "Uncle Wu, call someone Go clean up the bathroom in my room."

Uncle Wu is the old housekeeper of their Lang's family, so he naturally understands this young master's temper very well, and he already knows his fault of throwing things every now and then, so he just said respectfully: "Yes, young master."

Zhuzhang went to the table and sat down on his own, picked up his chopsticks and started eating.

Zhu's current body name is Lang Zhu, the eldest son of the Lang family. He has a cruel personality and tends to be violent. Throwing things is considered a trivial matter, and it is common for people to be sent to the hospital.

But Yinshuang is Lang Ye, the second son of the Lang family. He has been well-behaved and sensible since he was a child, and has excellent grades. He is the head of the Lang family and the precious son of their father, Lang Liye.

Lang Zhu and Lang Ye are not much different, they are only two years old, now Lang Zhu is 20 years old, and Lang Ye is.It's not without reason that the two have so much different personalities, for example, now.

Zhu Xi sat at the table and ate happily by himself, but Lang Liye, who was sitting in the main seat, slapped the table angrily, and shouted angrily, "Lang Zhu, are you blind? Can't you see people?"

Bamboo can't hear it, and still eats by himself.

Lang Ye came over, smoothed Lang Liye's back, and said, "Dad, don't be angry, it's not like you don't know my brother's personality."

"Yes, master, you finally came here once, don't be angry, come, eat and eat!" It was Lang Ye's mother who was talking, and she still had a charm in her mid-forties.

Lang Liye still couldn't calm down, he slapped the table, pointed at another timid woman beside the table and reprimanded him.

"Take care! Look at the good son you taught! What!"

The woman trembled after being reprimanded, and said tremblingly: "Master, master, Xiao Zhu is ignorant, don't be angry..."

"Hey, dad, don't take your anger out on aunt, calm down."

"Yes, sir, what do you think my sister is doing—"

"laugh--"

Before Lang Ye's mother finished speaking, she was interrupted by a sneer, and everyone looked over in unison.

At this time, Zhuzhen had no appetite, he casually dropped his chopsticks, got up and wanted to leave.

"Stop! Who told you to go?" Lang Liye stood up angrily, and pushed back the chair behind him.

Bamboo paid no attention and went straight to leave.

"Zhaorong, look at him, look at your good son!"

The body of the woman who was named trembled even more. She bit her lip tightly, as if she had made up her mind, she stood up suddenly and rushed towards the bamboo raft.

"Snapped--"

The sound of loud slaps resounded throughout the restaurant, and Zhu Tong turned his head away from the slap. He felt his ears ringing, and his cheeks were burning with pain.

Zhu Xun pressed his tongue against the cheek that was beaten to the innermost side, and a little bloody smell spread.

He turned his head slowly and looked at the suddenly angry little woman. The shrinking woman's shoulders were shaken even more by his gaze, but she still had her neck stuck, and said to Zhu, "Apologize to your father!"

Zhu Xun licked the corner of his lips again, stretched out his hand to touch his cheek lightly, put his hands in his pockets again, and put on a casual yet defensive posture.

He raised his chin slightly, glanced at several people with different expressions from the corner of his eyes, and finally said to the woman in front of him, "Aren't you ashamed?"

"What, what?"

"My husband brought his mistress into the house, but the wife accepted it generously. Where's your self-esteem?"

"Father? Heh, do you really think you are an ancient emperor? The eldest lady and the second wife? Where are your third and fourth wives? When will you bring them in?"

"You, you get out!"

The tiny woman trembled like a woman, but her complexion was terrifyingly pale.

Bamboo shrugged his shoulders and walked away.

"Snapped--"

A porcelain cup hit Zhu's forehead, and along with the fragments of the porcelain cup that fell to the ground, there was dripping blood.

"Xiao, Xiaozhu?"

The trembling woman saw the blood on Zhu's forehead and wanted to look at him worriedly, but Lang Liye yelled.

"Leave him alone, let him go!"

The porcelain cup just now was smashed by Lang Liye. Even so, he still couldn't calm down his anger.

After the woman heard it, she immediately withdrew her hand, not daring to look at the bamboo hole again.

Now one eye of Zhuxun is blocked by the continuous blood, and the blood flowed into his eye, causing pain.

Looking at the obedient and cowering woman, Zhu Xi turned and went upstairs with a blank expression.

No matter the first life, two lives, or the ninth life now, everything around is always so boring.