Return to the world

Keeping in the dark, Guixier always felt that this pair of teacher and student was getting more and more strange.

Although Mr. Itachi is always calm, Zhao Fenghong always shows a mysterious expression, which makes Kisame very puzzled.

Fortunately, such doubts did not last long.Zhao Fenghong's destination has arrived, and the three people's common travel time is over.

Itachi and Terufuhong bid farewell at the border of the country of Kawa.

"Although I really hope to continue traveling with Itachi-kun, I have something I have to do." Zhao Fenghong said: "If possible, I also hope to be with you all the time, whether it is to protect you or be protected by you. "

Such a speech made Kisame laugh so hard that his stomach hurts.

"Teacher, Mr. Itachi is not the kind of person who needs protection. He is the one who needs vigilance and fear."

Hey, what Kisame said seems to make sense.In the eyes of ordinary people, Uchiha Itachi is indeed a person who needs vigilance and fear-but she doesn't think so!

She stood on the bank of the river, waiting for the boatman who carried people across the river to impatiently urge her to say goodbye.The morning mist has not completely dissipated from the river surface, and it is floating in white.The dew is on the wooden stakes tied with thick ropes, and it is also hanging on the tips of the green grass.

"So, goodbye?" Zhao Fenghong waved his hands at Guixie and Itachi: "Let's say goodbye here."

Itachi Uchiha nodded and turned around quietly.

"You didn't hesitate at all?" Gui Jiao said with a smile: "I thought you would be reluctant to let go. Sure enough, you are so decisive and ruthless at any time that it is frightening."

Uchiha Itachi's back was standing in the diffuse morning mist, and he walked a few steps without making a sound before answering Kisame's question: "We will see each other again."

"...I'm really confident." Kisame said, turned back to look at Itachi's teacher, and then caught up with his partner: "The time for leisure and relaxation is over, Mr. Itachi, we have to follow the leader's order to carry out the task gone."

Itachi and Kisame walked together for a short distance, and itachi suddenly heard someone saying "goodbye", so he stopped in a hurry and turned his head away.However, there was nothing in the white morning mist, only a boatman dozing off on the boat with an oar in his arms.There is no one on the wet mud path on the shore, only the footprints left by him and Kisame.

"What are you looking at, Mr. Itachi?" Kisame asked, "Is anyone following us?"

"No." Itachi turned his head and said, "There is nothing."

"Is that so." Kisame's tone was the same as usual: "At this place and at this time, I thought Mr. Itachi was saying goodbye to someone."

Itachi glanced at Kisame lightly, but didn't see anything unusual on his face.

It seems that Guixier's memory was also quietly modified by someone, and Teacher Zhao Fenghong was mercilessly forgotten.

——I don’t know when will the next meeting be?

The vast fog is silent, the ripples on the river are silent, and the swaying boat is also silent.No one answered, only the sound of hurried footsteps remained.

Zhao Fenghong had mixed feelings in her heart.

I really don't want to leave the lovely Itachi-kun—if something happens again without her care, it will be bad.But it’s okay not to leave, because fulfilling the wishes of the wishers is what the gods must do.

According to the principle of equivalent exchange, since you have enjoyed supreme power and eternal life, you have to pay a certain price.Occasionally fulfilling human wishes and giving something to maintain such a life is a principle that gods must abide by.

The next wisher was a bit pitiful - he made a wish for a long time and prayed sincerely every day, but was placed indefinitely by Zhao Fenghong, so that the last prayer of that person seemed to have no expectations.

His wish was depicted in Zhao Fenghong's mind one by one, it was a very simple wish - "I want to see her again."

Probably some other wish that a man and a woman in love make when they part ways.

Love is really a terrible thing.

Maybe it is because of the deep love that I pray devoutly to the gods every day?

According to Fenghong’s experience in reading novels in the past, she has made up a [-]-word sadistic love story in her brain, such as national hatred and family hatred, Romeo and Juliet, your brother killed my brother, my knife pierced your chest...

The sparkling pale golden light falls from the sky, like a ladder connecting heaven and the human world.Where the jumping light spots fall, even the emerald green grass tips are covered with a circle of faint brilliance.Several golden thin-winged butterflies fluttered their wings, lingering in the beam of light, and finally outlined the figure of a woman.

The loose red hair fell on the layered and scattered clothes, and the dark red eyes were full of blood.The white wrist is wrapped with patterns of flames, which are gradually shrinking towards the sleeve as the light disappears.She closed her eyes, moved her lips slightly, and said in her mouth: "My name is Huayueyuan Zhao Fenghong, and what I did to disturb the gods' sleeping humans..."

"teacher."

"???" (black question mark.jpg)

His Highness, who was still holy and dignified just now, immediately lost his image, and jumped on the ground with a dumbfounded face.Holding the hem of her skirt with both hands, she stared blankly at the person in front of her, and murmured: "...Time-space jump failed?"

Uchiha Itachi stood in front of her.

alive, myself.

Black hair and black eyes, two tear channels, forehead guard for rebellion, red cloud robe with black background, and a face carved with indifference, all of this is no different from Zhao Fenghong's appearance before she left.The only difference... probably is that the height is slightly longer.

His eyes were half downcast, his long black eyelashes fluttering slightly.After being silent for a long time, he covered his lips with the back of his hand and coughed lightly for a while, and then started flipping through a row of medicine bottles on the low table beside him.

"There is no failure, teacher." He said as he pushed aside those small, unnamed bottles with his slender fingers, "You saw me again."

"How old are you?"

"21 is old."

"..."

Zhao Fenghong held his forehead, feeling complicated, not knowing whether to be angry at his procrastination or lament the impermanence of fate.

It turned out that the person who hurriedly made a wish was 21-year-old Uchiha Itachi.

What's happening here?

The 21-year-old Uchiha Itachi summoned her away from Uchiha Itachi... It feels like being scrambled by two Itachis... a little happy.

Looking at the lapis lazuli bracelet on her wrist, she suddenly remembered that this time she came to the world as a "god who fulfills human wishes".Since she was summoned by making a wish, Mr. Itachi should be very clear about her identity—sleeping in ancient books and sealed scrolls, she can fulfill all wishes, control the future and reality, and guide the gods of the underworld and the world. Only.

"That... Itachi-kun." Zhao Fenghong looked at him: "Do you have any wish to fulfill?"

Itachi Uchiha found the medicine bottle he wanted, turned his head slightly, and said, "It's finished."

The palm of his hand was exposed outside the black sleeve, and there was a faint blood stain on the back of his hand.

Already done?

Zhao Fenghong remembered the wish she had learned in her mind before setting off—"I want to see her again."

It was as if some soft string was quietly snapped, and she froze in place for a moment, speechless.This feeling of wanting to cry and laugh at the same time... probably belongs to human emotions.

Want to see her again.

Who is this "she" is self-evident.

Such a wish also feels a little rogue.

No matter what kind of wish it is, it must be fulfilled by paying a price.And there is no price for the appearance of the gods, and there is no price to be paid for fulfilling the wish of "seeing Zhao Fenghong".

What a rogue...

Itachi Uchiha pressed the tablet on his tongue, and drank it with a glass of water.His throat line pulled out a neat and beautiful arc, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down slightly.Two strands of black hair fell on the ears, making Zhao Fenghong want to flick her fingers.

"How long has it been since you saw me?" she asked curiously.

"Huh?" Itachi put the water glass on the table and turned his face: "Probably... I haven't seen you since I bid farewell on the shore of the River Country, teacher."

Zhao Fenghong blinked her eyes, frowned, opened her mouth to say something, but couldn't say anything.

After parting in Kawano Country, of course I will never see her again, because she was summoned away by the current 21-year-old Uchiha Itachi.

A person who can travel through time and space and never stay, and a person who stays in a certain period of time and space, how to fall in love normally?Waiting online, urgent.

Thinking about it carefully, it was kind of cruel not to see her for three years.Although this is not entirely to blame Fenghong, she still feels a little guilty.I agreed to stay with me all the time, but I had to busy jumping around at various points in time.

For the first time, Zhao Fenghong felt that the life of the gods was really boring and terrible.

She wanted to try it out, stay at a certain point in time forever, live a human life, grow up and grow old like them.

"I thought you lied to me when you said 'we will meet again'. I thought I would never meet you again." Uchiha Itachi turned around and looked at her squarely: "I just want I will see you again before the end.... I will do it again according to the method you taught every day, but it has no effect. Until today, I finally fulfilled this wish. I saw you again, teacher."

He wanted to reach out and touch Zhao Fenghong's cheeks or the top of his hair, but he didn't dare to move because of the blood on the back of his hand. In the end, he just froze his hand in mid-air, and then slowly put it down.That faint trace of blood fell in Zhao Fenghong's eyes, shocking.

"... Weasel-kun." Zhao Fenghong murmured.

Somehow, she had a subtle urge to cry—it wasn't out of her character.She never cried about anything, because the gods without emotions are never afraid of "losing" and "farewell".

"Do you know where I come from?" she asked softly.

"where?"

"I came from the bank of the Kawanokuni River that bid farewell to you three years ago."