[Hunter anti-wear] unique

The days, the thoughts are increasing day by day, and the days are like years.

But she couldn't resist, and now she didn't even have the ability to regret going back.She can only endure the pain of longing and complete the necessary tasks and life.

Finally, in one day.

He Yan found Fu Jian's trail.

The good news is that he has settled in one place, but the sad thing is that she can't get rid of the control of time and space now.

I don't know how much space and time has passed, but she finally completed the so-called necessary tasks.

He Yan stood at the space hub station, the empty time and space that disturbed people's sight was everywhere.She raised her hand and selected the world marked with Wangwang. She only knew not long ago that the world she was born in was the so-called anime world of the main world, which is really ridiculous.

The light flared up, and his figure suddenly became clear.

He Yan saw the familiar scene again, her home, where her parents existed, was also the place where she met Fei Tan.

I don't know how long it has been without people. The room is full of cobwebs, the ceiling is gray, and the bright white paint on the walls has peeled off, exposing the gray cement inside.

It really has been a long time, maybe this time and space is decades later.

He Yan walked to the door, pushed open the door that hadn't been moved for a long time, and walked out.

Breathing the air of this world again, He Yan was in a good mood. She silently recited the coordinates of Fu Jian's location, and walked slowly on the streets of this world.

"Heyan?!" A blue-haired middle-aged man shouted in surprise.

He Yan looked at the person in surprise, the man's face was unfamiliar, but he could reveal some familiar places in the subtleties, she tentatively said: "...Ninzu Yushi?"

"You..." Are you mature?

"You..." Why are you still so young?

The two looked at each other and smiled.

"I always thought you were amazing." Renzu shook his head and walked over, hugging Heyan's shoulders, just like a father treats a child with intimacy, "I never thought you would be so amazing, you are just like my child big."

He Yan smiled and patted Renzu's chest: "Although you are such a big child, you are still quite handsome!"

"How are you doing?"

"Fortunately."

"That's good."

"Would you like to sit at home?"

"No, it's not good to scare your wife."

"Haha." Renzu laughed heartily, then looked at Heyan silently, "Do you still remember that person?"

"I haven't forgotten it for so long."

"He's probably as old as I am."

"He's probably older than you." He Yan smiled, "He abandoned me once, and I abandoned him once. We are in debt to each other, but I still can't let him go."

Renzu patted Heyan's head, and sighed slightly: "Then, I wish you happiness."

"Thank you, and I wish you happiness too."

The place where Fu Jian lives is a small two-story villa in the suburbs, surrounded by high fences and rarely populated, which is especially suitable for his isolated retreat life.

It also happened to provide a good environment for Heyan's next move.

Before He Yan could let go of his hanging hand, the door opened from the inside.

With a cigarette in his mouth, Fu Jian looked at her carelessly while holding the door with his right hand: "Why did you come to my place?"

He Yan put his hands behind his back, smiling brightly: "Come to see you to catch up on the old days, and come here to show off by the way."

"Oh? What are you showing off?" Fu Jian still blocked the door, not intending to let He Yan in.

He Yan glanced at him and said with a smile, "Why don't you let me go in and have a sit?"

"It's likely that you won't want to sit down for a while."

He Yan's smile stopped: "Do you know what I'm here for?"

Fu Jian: "No, but I know that the visitor is not kind."

"That's a pity." Heyan shrugged, "I just came to tell you that Kurosaki is dead." After finishing speaking, Heyan turned and left.

Fu Jian leaned against the door, exhaling circles of smoke, his expression hidden in the smoke couldn't be seen carefully.

He Yan took smaller steps each time, and then suddenly turned around.

He Yan flew past like an arrow and collided with Fu Jian who was suddenly on guard.

After a few sufficient rounds of mutual attacks, Fu Jian gasped and spoke.

"Why, put to death the person who helped you so many times?"

"Maybe turn your words around." He Yan crossed the space, threw out the sharp knife, held the blade back in his hand, and calmly looked at the person opposite, "I always remember who the culprit is. "

Fu Jian is unbelievable, but he is obviously always ready for someone's assassination or something.

The two started back and forth.

Heyan, who has gained the power of space, and Fu Jian, who has lost most of the power of space because of Heyan's inheritance, the battle is obvious.

At this time, a child ran out of the door, and he rushed into the battle circle between the two with great effort.

Fu Jian's movements were withdrawn abruptly, and He Yan didn't miss this opportunity, dodging the boy, and pierced Fu Jian's heart with a downward stroke, bringing blood spattering.

Fu Jian was unsteady and staggered. The boy cried and went to help him: "No, uncle!"

Fu Jian barely supported his body, the knife was still stuck in his heart, he was sweating, his voice was dry, he stroked the boy's head, looked at He Yan: "let him go."

He Yan shrugged and suppressed the anger in his heart: "Who do you think I am? I killed you just for revenge, and it has nothing to do with him."

Fu Jian closed his eyes quietly, and stroked the boy who was crying out of breath: "You should kill me." The cold knife lay there abruptly, and the lack of blood supply and oxygen slowly made Fu Jian Jian's face turned blue.

"But you shouldn't...kill me when I still need to raise him."

"If you had told me in advance, I would have done so." He Yan looked at him coldly, "You deliberately didn't tell me, said such things on purpose, why? You want me to turn back your time with guilt? Really? Ridiculous! In the end, it was your own fault that killed the child."

The half-grown child numbly opened his eyes wide, and tears fell silently.

Fu Jian trembled and died stiffly.

He Yan walked over, ignored the boy's hostile gaze, pulled out the knife in Fu Jian's heart, and threw it into another space with a twist of his hand.She lowered her head, and gently stroked the boy's stiff head with the hand that had just gotten rich and was determined to die: "However, I can change your time."

The eyes in front of Heyan flashed the deep memory in the boy's mind continuously: "A happy family, a happy life, give you a chance to change your destiny, go back to the past."

He Yan covered the boy's stunned eyes in shock with his hand, and silently recited the mantra, the bodies of the two of them emitted a strange radiance, and the white and sacred light shone on the boy's body.

He disappeared into the time of this plane and returned to another.

Fu Jian's body began to become transparent. He was not a life at all, just a Nian Beast, but he could influence the fate of so many people.

Through his body, He Yan saw the textured wooden floor, as if thinking of her fate trajectory in the past few decades, which was chaotic and very long.

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I don't know if it's because of her mood, but now He Yan always feels that the air in Hunter's World makes her feel bored.She went to see her grandfather, who has become a farmer just like her parents.

All relatives are gone.

He Yan suddenly panicked, what if, what if Fei Tan wasn't there anymore?

The closer she was to the home on the small island, the more nervous she became, ever since discovering the last words left by her grandfather.

Fei Tan was looking for her after she was gone.

Fei Tan quit the Phantom Troupe.

Fei Tan was waiting for her alone.

The shadow of that home was elongated by the sunlight, making it look extremely soft.

There is a chair in front of the door, standing upright and standing firmly in place.

He Yan's heart was uneasy, he stared at the chair intently and walked towards it, touched its armrest with his hand, and lifted it to his eyes, unexpectedly touched a hand of dust.

Will he really be waiting for me?

Maybe?

Really?

Maybe?

He Yan cried and laughed, what is the answer now?

He waited for me, but not all the time.

But so what, you yourself abandoned him.

He couldn't tell what it was like in his heart, the bitterness extended from his heart to his mouth, a faint bitterness.

With nostalgic eyes, she walked past this house full of her hope, her despair, the home she had fantasized about.

"Excuse me?" the old voice tentatively asked.

He Yan turned his head, and saw an old woman, hunched over, stumbling over with a cane, with tears in her cloudy eyes: "Are you the hostess of this house?"

He Yan was stunned and nodded slowly.

"You're finally back." The old woman smiled gratifiedly, gesturing for inexplicable peace, "Come with me."

The two walked around the house, and a small tent had been pitched at the back of the house, which was open to the south.

Below that.

There was a blank stone tablet under it, and a dirt bag was formed behind it, which looked like a tomb.

He Yan suddenly didn't dare to walk over, and stood where he was, staring blankly at the blank stone tablet.

The old woman said slowly behind her: "This man hired me to clean this house 30 years ago. I never see him, but I have always been curious about the chair at the door that he never let him move.

Once again, I sneaked a look.

He sat on that chair by himself, staring at the path in front of the house motionless.

It looks like 20 years.

Later, the ant guy came here and he guarded the house to fight against it, so he just left.

I always feel that it is impossible for such a deserted person to make such an affectionate act.