[Master of Magic Dao] Yangyang, eat candy

My hair was counted down, my brain was like a rusty machine, it was completely on strike, and I couldn't think at all.

The burning oil lamp wick suddenly made a "bang" explosion sound, which was particularly harsh in the silent night.

As soon as he let go of his fingers, the piece of paper fluttered down onto the table.

I held onto the table next to me almost unsteadily——

why?Why does this happen all of a sudden when everything is going well?

In the end, who is it? !

I stood on the table for a while, and when my body was no longer trembling so much, I straightened up abruptly and rushed out of the door unsteadily, but when I reached the door, I stopped abruptly——

No, I can't go to Wei Wuxian and the others, the matter is still unclear, if I ask for help rashly, maybe it will complicate the matter instead.

Moreover, judging from the current situation, the person who left these words is only in the warning stage so far-I still have time.

"Shu Dao..." My throat tightened, but before I finished speaking, I heard Shu Dao call my name in a slightly reminding way in my mind:

"Chang Yan."

Yes, I can't ask Shudao either.

——Although it always helps me, it is only limited to small things in life, such as cooking and navigation. When encountering such things, I still need to solve them by myself. Can't break the rules.

"Sorry, I was shocked just now." I tried to breathe steadily and apologized softly.

But now I have recovered a bit, my mind is no longer so rigid, and I can try to analyze the clues——

The paper nailed to the window was the paper I used to practice calligraphy—it was filled with "Chang Yan" and "Xue Yang", and the big characters "things but three" were written directly on these densely packed Both of them are black in color, and there are many places that overlap together, which can be described by more than just the word "messy", so that I didn't even think of it when I first saw it. This is the written word - it is similar to the scratches that were crudely carved on the wall last time.

The only difference from last time was that, apart from the words "there are only three things to do", this time there were two more warnings - two thick black lines that almost cut the paper in half.

I frowned and guessed:

"Does this mean... twice?"

"Maybe." Shu Dao couldn't deny it.

"Hmm." I puffed my cheeks, well, I knew it wouldn't give me a hint.

I closed my eyes and focused on the paper again—

"There are no more than three things", so it means that the maximum time limit for this matter is three times, and I have made mistakes twice without knowing it? !

This is simply inexplicable!

I think it is difficult to stretch my eyebrows anymore, I pulled out the chair and sat down at the table, took another piece of paper, picked up the pen, and tried to start to draw cocoons——

The first time I saw this warning was when I was on the way to find Song Lan with Xiao Xingchen, and... I also brought a dead bird—that little blue bird, which was playing with me the day before passed.

And then... this time.

But what is inconceivable is that in the interval between the first warning and the second warning, nothing unusual happened, so that I almost forgot the strange things so many years ago.

"Maybe, you can think about it in a different way—" Shudao broke the silence, and began to help me sort out the complicated thoughts in my head, "Recall, what did you do after you received the warning for the first time? "

"Did you receive a warning for the first time..." I muttered to myself, trying to recall the scene of that day, "At that time, I, I, hid my tracks...I asked you to help me hide my tracks! Yes, hide my tracks !!"

"Chang Yan, calm down. -_-||" Shu Dao reminded him helplessly, and then continued, "That's right, hidden track——in this way of thinking, think again?"

Hidden, hidden, hidden, hidden...

These crucial words have been circling in my mind——

let me think, let me think...

Since I disappeared that day, until a while ago, that is, when I was treating my eyes at Jin's house, I asked Shudao to remove the cheat, and then...

!!!

"That person...!" My breathing became rapid, and I suddenly understood the meaning of Shu Dao, a sudden chill came from my heart, I opened my mouth to speak, but when the words reached my mouth, I swallowed hard I repeated this many times, and after a while, I finally finished my sentence with a trembling voice, "...that person, he, he..."

"I've been procrastinating looking for you until now." Seeing my appearance, Shu Dao thoughtfully completed what I hadn't finished.

But I didn't have time to take care of its rare thoughtfulness, I just felt that my hand holding the pen was shaking badly - I stared blankly at the pen in my hand for a long time, as if suddenly awakened, and threw the pen away.

The tip of the pen drew an ink trace in the air, and finally landed heavily on the white paper, blurring the original handwriting.

I froze again, then suddenly got up, and started pacing back and forth in the room quickly, as if this would ease the panic in my heart.

——Who is it?why?It has been almost ten years, and he can still find him!What the hell did I do? ! (;≥dish≤)

No, Chang Yan, don’t panic, think carefully——

Think, think... what do you think? !There aren't any clues available at all, okay? !Ten years, all ten years!Everything has changed so much, and the people around me have changed countless times like leeks. Who knows what his "things are not more than three" refers to! ! (ノ=Д=)ノ┻━┻

I walked faster and faster, and finally there was a faint sign of wanting to growl (writing: You are already roaring...) - but at the same time, the fear has slowly receded.

ps: Sometimes I really feel that I am not a normal person_(:з」∠)_

When the emotions in my heart finally calmed down again, I let out a long sigh of relief, and brushed my hair domineeringly——

Who cares, the soldiers come to block the water and cover it with soil!I don't believe he can really kill me! ! ╰(‵ ′)╯

"I really don't know whether to praise you for having a good mentality, or lament that your brain is really sick..."

Calligraphy said quietly on the side.

"..."

I was speechless for a while, and then went back to the table and sat down—although I thought that way just now, and I would do it, but judging from the current situation, I am still in a passive position after all, and I am in a passive position for the other party. I am still confused about my intentions, motives, and even the warning that "there is no more than three things", and I still have no idea.

"That... Shu Dao, that man—" I swallowed, and asked cautiously, "He won't kill me, will he?"

"Ha, didn't you have a lot of backbone just now?" Shudao started to laugh at me every day again. I have long been accustomed to it. After rolling my eyes, it continued, "Although I have studied for so many years, I still don't understand you guys. Human thoughts—but I think that if you fulfill your wish to save Xue Yang, this crisis will naturally be resolved."

...Okay, now I'm even more confused. -_-#

But since Shudao didn't say that my life would be in danger, then I can rest assured for the time being~

I removed the smeared paper, stretched my arms and lay down on the table, pursed my mouth in boredom, and blew the hair on my forehead again and again, and then I heard the voice of Shu Dao asking again:

"Still not sleeping tonight?"

"It's been so many years..." My chin was pressed against the table, which was very uncomfortable, but I didn't bother to change the position again, I just frowned, and then continued lazily, "Why do you still ask like that?"

"But you said that you didn't sleep before because you were afraid of having nightmares—dreaming about Xue Yang..."

"Okay, Shudao." I finally moved a bit, opened my mouth to interrupt Shudao, and then rested my chin on my arm, "That kind of dream—I don't want to, and I dare not have it again."

——Since I separated from Yang Yang ten years ago, I have gradually started to have nightmares. I dreamed of the little finger that was crushed when we were young, and dreamed of his appearance as a teenager in Venus snow waves, and finally suddenly In a flash, he changed into a youthful face that was now slightly angular, and then looked at him in a black long robe that almost melted into the night, and his arm was cut off by the expressionless Lan Wangji with a sword. The sand between my fingers is like gravel, no matter how much I cry and grab it, it still keeps passing until... there is no more sound.

In fact, ever since I saw Yangyang's little finger being crushed with my own eyes, I would often return to that scene in my dreams-every time I was hoarse, and every time it didn't help.

The broken little finger was not only the scar he branded on my heart, but also my eternal nightmare, but none of these could compare to that nightmare.

——It's so real, so real that sometimes when I wake up, I still tremble and cry when I recall the scene in my dream.

So since that dream, I have never dared to sleep again, but fortunately there is a book, and I have long been used to it after so many years.

As for why I still choose not to sleep after seeing Yang Yang, it is because I realized—I realized a long time ago how small my own power is.

Before all the dust settles, variables may happen at any time, and now there is an inexplicable warning, it is the wisest choice to stay awake at all times.

But the most important thing is that I don't have the courage to go through that nightmare again. (#-.-)

"Hey, when I'm brave enough, I'm sure I'll have a good night's sleep!" I stood up again, and started wandering around the room, rummaging through boxes and boxes—"Hey, there's a mirror here!"

I picked up the dilapidated bronze mirror lying in the corner, thought for a while, walked back to the table and poured all the remaining tea in the cup on the bronze mirror, replaced the water with tea, and turned the bronze mirror upside down and inside out. (Uh, okay, there is no inside and outside ≥﹏≤) Wipe it clean.

"Calligraphy?"

I piled up all the things on the table, set up the bronze mirror, and then played round and flattened my face according to the blurred mirror image. I didn’t realize until I got tired of playing—— When doing these things, Shu Dao actually didn't say a word from the beginning to the end!If this had been done before, it would have taunted me a long time ago.

Not right, very wrong.

I opened my mouth again: "Book—"

Before the word "Tao" came out of my mouth, I suddenly felt some changes in my eyes—there was no pain, just a momentary feeling, but it was extremely clear and strange, as if... I had another pair of eyes.

I hurriedly picked up the bronze mirror, opened my eyes wide, and the tip of my nose almost touched the mirror surface. Unfortunately, the technical level of polishing the mirror is not up to the level. No matter how close I get, the image presented by the bronze mirror is still blurred, and I can’t see the eyes clearly. What happened? ﹏●

"How is it? Do you feel anything?" Shu Dao said suddenly as if he just came back, the complacency in his tone was not concealed at all, and there was even a hint of asking for credit.

I blinked and stroked my eyes: "You, what did you do to my eyes?"

Shu Dao was so proud that he almost lost his mind: "I changed your eyes back!"

My eyes...returned?

"What?" I couldn't react, and asked in a daze, "What do you mean?"

What do you mean—replace my eyes?Is...is that what I think it is?

"Stupid!" Shu Dao laughed twice, his tail (heavy fog) almost raised to the sky, "I changed your eyes back!

"Anyway, you just want to pay Song Lan a pair of eyes, and it doesn't have to be yours, and—"

Shu Dao paused, and his tone became a little awkward: "I felt uncomfortable with the pair of eyes you changed later, and I changed them back after I had nothing to do...Let's just treat it as me explaining human emotions to you. Please repay me—you, don’t thank me too much, I’m just bored and just doing a good thing.”

(*￣ー￣)

I was stunned and listened to Shudao's upside-down explanation, and when I came back to my senses, joy, surprise, touch, and many, many emotions that I had no time to distinguish almost overwhelmed me at that moment.

...my eyes are back.

My eyes are back! !

I've never thought about it, and never dared to think about it—what kind of extravagant wish is that, but now, it really...is back.

When I spoke again, I was choked with sobs: "Shu Dao, thank you... You, you are really cute."

"You don't need to thank me too much..." it muttered, and suddenly realized, "Cute? How can you use such words to describe me!" ╰(‵ ′)╯

I laughed, raised my hand to wipe away the tears overflowing from the corner of my eyes, and suddenly thought of something: "Then Song Lan's eyes..."

"...Hum." Shu Dao held back for a while before reluctantly answering, "His eyes have now been replaced by Meng Yan's mother's eyes."

"Then he...wouldn't feel anything?" Thinking of my own situation just now, I was a little worried.

"Of course there will be some feeling! But other people—oh no, even he himself can't see what's wrong, so you don't have to worry about it~"

"Hmm..." I answered, silently thinking:

I hope nothing goes wrong... (⊙x⊙;)

＊＊＊＊＊Beautiful space-time boundary＊＊＊＊＊

On the bustling street, there were two Taoists standing by the side of the street.

One black and one white, calm and composed, although the clothes are low-key, they are still eye-catching.

Noisy, chaotic, all worldly fireworks, when they arrive at them, it's like a stone sinking into a dry well, unable to stir up a single ripple.

Such a person, just standing there is a painting.

Suddenly, the Taoist in black covered his eyes with one hand, and took a small step back.

The Taoist in white immediately supported him, and said nervously, "Zichen, what's wrong with you? Are your eyes hurting again?"

Song Lan supported Xiao Xingchen's arm, and blinked tentatively—the strange feeling just now disappeared again, so quickly...it was almost like a hallucination.

"No, maybe... it's my illusion." Song Lan looked at Xiao Xingchen's nervous expression, and said in relief, "You don't have to worry."

Xiao Xingchen was about to say something, but suddenly heard a few shouts from across the street:

"Taoist, Taoist!"

Hearing the sound, I saw a little girl in a blue dress holding a brightly colored fox mask running towards this side.

The girl has a pair of white pupils, but she is like a slippery fish in the crowd, shuttling back and forth smoothly.

Song Lan smiled slightly, Xiao Xingchen said helplessly, "A-Qing, slow down, be careful you're about to fall again."

Even though he said so, he already took a step forward to catch the girl when she really fell down.

"Daozhang, look! Does this fox mask look good?" A-Qing giggled, raised the mask in her hand, and waved it in front of Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan.

"It looks good." Song Lan nodded.

"But enough shopping?" Xiao Xingchen led A-Qing to the side of the street and asked with a smile.

"En! Where are we going next?" A-Qing swiftly put the fox mask on her face, and put her arm around a person.

Song Lan felt his arms being held suddenly, and was stunned for a moment, then looked at Xiao Xingchen as if asking, Xiao Xingchen smiled and nodded at him, then lowered his head and answered A-Qing, "I want to taste this place. Snacks?"

"Think!" A-Qing cheered, before she could say anything flattering, she heard Xiao Xingchen continue:

"Then you have to stay obediently in the inn tonight, and you are not allowed to go hunting secretly."

"Huh?" A-Qing was stunned for a moment, then turned to Song Lan, shaking Song Lan's sleeves pitifully with both hands, "Daoist Song..."

Song Lan was originally watching the fun with a smile, but she didn't want to be caught by A-Qing's sleeve suddenly. She was stunned for a while before saying, "What Xingchen said is, A-Qing... you, you have to be obedient."

That blunt tone was obviously not very good at coping with the little girl's sudden acting like a baby.

"Well, okay." A-Qing reluctantly bulged her cheeks, and regained her vitality in the next second, "Then I'm going to have a big meal!"

The warm sunshine shone on the shoulders of the three of them, and the cries of the peddlers were drowned out in the sound of the crowd. They walked together towards the sunny distance, and as far as they could see, it was a peaceful and prosperous world.

＊＊＊＊＊Beautiful space-time boundary＊＊＊＊＊

The book said: "Chang Yan, you are..."

Me: "Hush! Hold back! Giving something so important to Yang Yang must be written in the next chapter. Didn't you see that our word count has exceeded so much?!" (╯‵ ′ )╯

Shu said: "...you are happy."

Author Lu: "Come, come, just the three over there, here, take it, and then there will be no role for you!"

Xiao Xingchen, Song Lan, and A-Qing: "Oh—"

A-Qing: "That priest, where are we going now?"

Song Lan: "Xingchen, what do you think?"

Xiao Xingchen: "Hmm... I saw another Magic Dao fanfiction recruiting people a few days ago, let's go there."

A-Qing: "I've heard the truth!"

Song Lan: "Let's go."

Author Deer: "??? You! Σ(っ°Д°;)っ"

The author has something to say: The last description about Xiao Xingchen, Song Lan and A-Qing is my best wishes to them—in fact, this should be what they should be, everyone should have such happiness happy life.

One more thing - the author Lu is about to take an exam!

So this long article is to give you some compensation. After all, I don’t have time to update the article when I enter the review stage, so there will be no deadline (fog) in the future hahahahaha! !

Cough, ok, ok, I'm just kidding, no cheating, no cheating on the cliff!I also want to write a sweet place!

By the way, last time, Little Cutie proposed to write a side story or something. I think this idea-very, very, good!

But I still have to wait for my side story. When the time comes, I will post an article about Yangyang’s inner drama. After all, this article is described as No.1, and there are many perspectives that are not comprehensive, so, static Stay tuned!

ps: The little guy who said let me burn it to you, believe me, you can last until the end! !

Well, wait for the Chinese New Year hahahahaha!Goodbye!

By the way, when can I write sweet places? (⊙x⊙;)