[Comprehensive British and American] Fu Paradise

The author has something to say: The play of Master Gu Yi is really difficult to write...

Then I finally wrote it.

There may be some things tomorrow and the day after tomorrow that may not be updated temporarily, depending on the situation.

Thank you to every little angel who came to read the article.

Eve sat with her knees in the ruins of the pile of books, with her head resting on her knees and smiling quietly. Memories were like blood stains left on her mouth, with a touch of sweetness and endless aftertaste.The mobile phone downstairs suddenly rang, and she came back to herself in shock, and hurriedly got up from the pile of books.

Adam, is that you?I knew we'd be on the same page!

She ran down the stairs quickly, threw herself on the bed, and picked up the phone from the pillow.

The screen flickered, and she glanced at the name of the caller, most of the light in her eyes dimmed.

not him.

A little bit lost, she lay on the bed, blinked her eyes, and pressed the answer button.

"Hi sister, how are you—"

On the other side of the earpiece, Ava's voice was still so excited and full of energy that Eve had to hold the earpiece far away to avoid excessive congestion of the eardrum.

"Ava," she frowned, the noisy voice on the receiver did not allow her to whisper affectionately and tenderly to the sister who had been separated for a long time, "Where are you, Ava, why is it so noisy around here?" She asked loudly road.

"Haha, I'm in Tokyo, Japan, hanging out with a new friend!...Sister, do you know? He's super cute..." Ava's voice was intermittent.

"Oh, Tokyo..." Eve calculated, it should be around [-]:[-]pm to [-]:[-]pm over there, needless to say, there is a [-]% chance that Ava is going clubbing again.

"he"?Is it the new friend she said?Is it human?Or blood race?

Recently, Eve has always been inexplicably uneasy, and it is inevitable to have many doubts about some uncertain factors. However, the distance between her sisters is so far, and she cannot personally examine every unknown person Ava associates with.

"Hey, Ava, listen," she thought for a while, and could only say some commonplace topics, "Ava, stay safe—"

Facts have proved that this exhortation never reached Ava's ears: "What? Sister, I can't hear what you said, it's too noisy here!..."

"I mean..." Eva closed her eyes helplessly, raised her voice again and wanted to repeat, but was interrupted by a young man's voice: "Ava, come here quickly, don't call!"

"Who is that?" Eve suddenly became alert.

"OK, OK, I'm coming!" Ava replied to the man, and then put her mouth on the microphone, "It's my new friend, who plays music, so handsome!"

"I ask you, who is he." Eve asked after her tone became serious.

"Oh, his name is Pu Nuo, and you don't even know it! Well, sister, I have to pick up the line, they are urging me, goodbye, remember I love you!" After saying that, he flew into the receiver With a crisp kiss, the phone was cut off.

"Ai..."

Eve still wanted to say something, but her ears were already quiet.She sighed silently, holding the phone in her hand, just dazed for a while.Ava is partying, Adam is sleeping, the whole world is running fine, only she is restless, is it too sensitive?Maybe she's just too lonely to hold back her wild thoughts.

those dreams...

Maybe it's just a dream.She laughed at herself: "Eve, have you read too many books and made up a character out of thin air? Forget it."

She put down the phone, and suddenly saw that the Spanish "Don Quixote" fell to the ground at some point, with the spine of the book turned upside down, like a bird with broken wings.She hurriedly picked it up to check, and saw that a few pages had been creased, she couldn't help frowning, and slowly stroked those marks with her fingers.

The burn had subsided, and her slender and clean calf was intact. She slid onto the big bed along the silk sheets, and read a book by the light by the bedside.I can almost recite the familiar plot with my eyes closed, but every time I read it, I will have a different experience.Sometimes it evoked a certain memory hidden deep in my heart, and sometimes it evoked some secret emotions, and my whole body was like a surge of electricity, only to realize that I was not alone in the world, and that I could be understood by others.Even if you don't know him, even if he has passed away long ago, you still feel extremely precious, because it means that there was once such a person, as if living in your heart.

Los Angeles, early morning.

Nelson opened his eyes suddenly from sleep, and looked at the open window.

Under the white moonlight, blocks of black shadows quickly passed by, one after another, with a fluttering sound, accompanied by a strange howling sound, which resonated strangely on the glass.

"No, not good!"

He sat up all at once, dressed and put on his shoes quickly.

After a while, he picked up the brimstone gun and chased it out.

Kathmandu, evening.

In the censer with round feet inlaid with purple sand and gold in the corner of the room, sandalwood incense is quietly burning, curling up.In the middle is a small ivory red square table, on a delicate hand-woven mat, a white glazed pot with pine-style bamboo dew pattern, and several small teacups.

The owner of the room picked up the hem of the white bamboo-colored robe, knelt down in front of the square table, quietly poured a cup of tea, licked it with his orchid finger, and sniffed it gently with his nose, his face was calm, but there was a faint dissatisfaction in his eyes The color passed by.

Today's heat has passed, perhaps it should be attributed to overthinking and being distracted for a while.

Open the small brown-glazed engraved pot, and add a little more honey with a spoon than usual, which may be able to cover up some burnt bitterness.After all, I still like the sweet taste more.

After finishing a cup of tea, I looked sideways, and outside the window of the passionflower carved pattern, the smoky twilight gradually spread, and several bunches of wintersweet branches intertwined and swayed tremblingly, like a long wind.

Distant sounds and movements in the distance, illusioned as a trace of evil and evil pierced through the ears.Looking sideways, raising eyebrows, the tea cup dropped a few times, and there was a decisive sound.

The next moment, the figure had already sunk into the night, with only two open windows swaying in the wind.

The old city full of ancient temples is never short of thousands of miles, and the stone road gently touches the soles of the feet through the thin soles of embroidered cloth shoes.

That's how they ushered in all the way, unarmed, with light and silent steps, and calm and unhurried.The corner of the robe fluttered in the wind like a banner.His face was hidden under the broad coat and hat, and no one could see it.Not ashamed to show others, just disdainful.

Out of the corner of his eyes, the dark shadows of the towers and temples are only silent, and the dark starry sky is above, like ghosts and ghosts.It was so quiet that it was really weird.

"Ga——" there was a sudden and long cry, and the crows flew around, scaring the sky.

The footsteps were abrupt, and he stood with his hands behind his back.Wait here, no one will refuse.

At first, the sound came from the mid-air not far from the top of the head. From far to near, it only took a few seconds, and it rushed from all directions to the surroundings at the speed of meteorites falling.

Close your eyes leisurely, as if you just stand in the forest and listen to the flowers bloom and fall.

Suddenly there was a strange cry of a beast, only two centimeters away from the pinna.

An orange light flashed in his hand, and the fan spread out like a bird's wings. The monster with a separated corpse had fallen to the ground with a heavy muffled sound, and the skull without a skull rolled away like a stone.

The second one, the third one... a steady stream of hell scavengers swooped down to their waists, shoulders, and backs, their bloody mouths gaping horribly, sticky saliva dripping from their fangs, and they screamed.

The orange glow was in full bloom like fireworks, and the fan was swirling, calmly and swiftly chopping up those eyeless and brainless minions from hell, flesh and blood were flying, and juice was splashing, and the air was filled with a strong sour smell.

When the last ghost soldier broke in two and rolled to the ground, there was slow and leisurely applause behind him.

"Worthy of being the supreme venerable, you really have amazing skills."

Stopping his hands, turning around, the sandalwood scent emanating from his handsome figure spread out in all directions, secretly suppressing the rotten smell from the surrounding corpses with the power of dripping water through rocks.

The man in front of him held a long sword on his chest with both hands, and stood quite leisurely not far away. His light khaki suit outlined his slender waist.

The supreme venerable dissipated his mana, and stood on the spot with his hands behind his back: "So you are just a passerby watching the show tonight." She paused slightly, and accentuated her words, "Master Kaecilius?"

Casillas raised his eyebrows, as if he was not surprised by how she learned his name: "It seems that you knew I was coming." He lowered his arms, carried the long sword behind his back, and walked up Coming here, I couldn't help covering my nose, "Ah, this smell is really disgusting!"

The Supreme Venerable patted him on the shoulder: "Thank you."

"Yeah, women can't do the dirty work." Casillas pretended to shrug helplessly, and took out a lighter from his pocket.

The Supreme Venerable let out a laugh as light as catkins, and his voice had drifted away: "You should try your best to please me now, Casillas—"

"Alright." He nodded slowly, lit the lighter, ignited the sulfur, and threw it at the scattered corpses.

He quickly took a few steps back, watched the corpses quickly disappear, and murmured to himself: "Your boss is really short-sighted, can't you send some soldiers with some lethality? It's too much to underestimate our human combat power."

Although there was nothing on his hand, he still patted it, then quickly turned and ran away: "Hey, Supreme Venerable, wait!"

The Supreme Being calmly slowed down until Casillas followed, panting.

"Your physical fitness seems to need training." The Supreme Venerable said while looking ahead.

"Oh... Actually, these leather shoes are a little pinched." Lasillas hastily defended, and looked at her nervously, "MasterAncientOne, what I told you about accepting me as an apprentice last time... don't you Will you use this as an excuse to reject it?"

The Supreme Venerable lowered his head and smiled: "Why do you want to worship me as your teacher so persistently?"

"You once saved me...I don't know...probably...well..." He patted the hilt of the sword behind him, "This thing is too heavy, and it's inconvenient to carry it every day, I want to be like you , has the ability to transform at will."

"That sword was left to you by your father." The Supreme Venerable looked at the brighter and brighter lights around him, "You said so."

"Yes." Casillas touched the gorgeous lines on the cold sword with his backhand, and fell silent.

As the crowd gradually crowded, the scent of incense became thicker like a cloud, and they had already returned to the bustling area.

"Do you want to go in and have a cup of tea?" The Supreme Venerable took off his hat, revealing a detached and refined face.

Casillas looked at the two small teak doors in front of him and knew that this was the legendary Kama Taj. His eyes flashed with anticipation, but he hesitated: "But, it's very late..."

The supreme venerable smiled, like a flower blooming in the night, stretched out his hand and pushed the door, and stepped over the high threshold: "It's okay."