Nezha Breeding Manual

The wooden door was pushed open, and the dense and diffuse light immediately broke into the field of vision, outlining every outline of the room.

Ye Wanqiu looked in and found that this was the room she was in when she woke up in Sanfeng Palace last time.The windows are open, and you can see the open-air dark covered bridge and wide platform facing the water, surrounded by ponds full of lush and fragrant lotus flowers.The blue water pattern has been rippling to the limit edge that can be seen, blending with the skyline.

Nezha went in and took down the white half-length Tang knife on the desk: "This is your usual weapon, Xueyan." Ye Wanqiu looked at him in surprise, and pointed to himself: "I used it?"

He nodded and handed Xueyan into her hand.Ye Wanqiu held it and weighed it, and found that it was not too heavy, and it was very suitable for girls. The scabbard was white, and the tentacles were cold and soft, as if stroking the skin of some living thing: "Can I open it and have a look?"

Nezha was a little helpless by her words, and a very shallow smile appeared on his cold face: "This is yours."

Different from the pure white of the scabbard, the Tang Dao itself is pitch black, leaving only a narrow silver line on the blade.A faint blue front light floated on the knife body, converging into two complex ancient characters near the handle, Xueyan.

"I used to..." Ye Wanqiu looked at Xue Yan in his hand, repeatedly stroked the scabbard under the palm of his hand, and there was a clear confusion in his eyes, "I was not a sports waste before?"

It is obvious that she will have to die for the first 800-meter physical test now, and she has to undergo repeated psychological construction before she dares to go to the track and field. However, it is unbelievable that she could use Tang Dao before.

"These are also yours." Nezha said, took out a box from the wooden cabinet beside him and opened it, took out the bamboo slips and some paper pages filled with words and spread them on the table.

Ye Wanqiu looked at those handwritings, and could easily recognize that they were indeed from him.She picked one of them and picked it up, and found that due to the age, the page had become somewhat mottled in different shades, and some handwriting had gradually faded and blurred, but it did not affect reading.

"This is the stitch formula that my mother taught me when I was a child." She looked at the words in surprise, and then went to browse through the others, and found that most of them were embroidery-like drawings, "And... eh? Are all the high school songs of yours?"

She looked at the piece of paper with embarrassment. There were many such meaningless manuscripts, and even two of them were filled with Nezha's name and some scribbled drawings: "These things It's meaningless, why keep it?"

"You wrote it." Nezha replied calmly.His current state is much more normal than before, and he looks basically the same as usual, but his eyes are still gloomy, and the haze is like the lightless sky after the fire.

"Are you okay?" Ye Wanqiu asked hesitantly.

Recalling his almost desperate performance a few minutes ago, and looking at his seemingly completely recovered calm now, Ye Wanqiu felt a little scalp tingling.Nezha jumps and switches between these two extreme emotions so quickly that it even gives people a feeling close to schizophrenia. His calmness is more scary than madness.

"What about you?" He asked, his eyes were pale and false only when they fell on her.

Ye Wanqiu froze for a moment, put down those papers, put Xue Yan back on the wooden shelf, and leaned against the window in silence for a while.Her face was hidden in the loose half-length hair and backlight shadows, and the drooping eyelashes perfectly concealed all the emotions, only her lips were still tightly pressed.This kind of silence made Nezha feel very tormented, and even the light that shrouded her body became dazzling.

He has endured for too long, and he has been restraining himself not to let her know the past so quickly, just because he is worried that this moment will come. The 1000 years of hopeless search were indeed gloomy and tormenting, but her memorylessness also made him depressed.But all of this seemed insignificant compared with the fact that she had returned.

If you can, then start again from here.Forget what she doesn't remember, and what he has experienced is also wiped out. He can keep silent about the past forever, as long as she is here.

But she said, why do you do this.

The moment she said this, Nezha really felt a kind of eternal despair, which easily crushed all his persistence.That's why he dragged her into his memory almost out of control, and let her see those pictures that she had long forgotten.

I still remember that when he came back from the dead, Nuwa, who was about to die, said to him, "You are already the third prince reborn from Red Lotus. From this moment on, you will have no blood, no temperature, no coldness." No heat, no evil, no confusion. Only this heart will be your biggest weakness."

At that time, Nezha didn't quite understand what Nuwa's words meant, but looking back now, it really became a prophecy.

Because it was her, even the lightest sentence could hurt him deeply.

It was also at that moment that Nezha suddenly understood why those sinners often choose to die at the last moment even though they know that they are at the end of their way.

That's what he is now.

He is the god who has always stood in the position of judge and has the power of life and death.Now, he finally tasted the taste of stepping down from the altar and offering his own destiny with both hands.

Just when Nezha thought that the silence that had been frozen to the point of death would spread forever, Ye Wanqiu suddenly asked, "Have you ever regretted it?"

Nezha's eyes trembled slightly, but the expression on his face remained the same, he just stood there and looked at her with shallow and deep eyes.

"You found it..." She skipped the word referring to herself in a short silence, and continued, "It's been so long. But have you ever thought that maybe I am not what you want now?"

"I don't remember what you showed me.

I am also very unfamiliar with what you told me. "

Speaking of this, she seemed to let go completely, watching Nezha smiled, but there was no joy in her expression: "Look at me now. The person I told you has been with you Does the person you are looking for really look like?"

"How can you be sure that I'm really her?"

"Maybe one day you'll regret it."

After Nezha listened to her words, his eyelashes drooped, and a thin gleam gradually became clear in his dark eyes, gathering into her: "I haven't thought about this problem."

His answer made Ye Wanqiu's heart hanging in the air suddenly fall to the bottom of the valley, and even his voice was gray: "You really should think about it, it's better than regretting in the future."

"I haven't thought about it because this question doesn't make sense to me." Nezha said, "What I'm looking for is a complete you, not your fixed appearance in a certain memory."

"Time and you, I can't refuse."

Because it is eternal.

Ye Wanqiu stared at him blankly, the hazy layer of mist in his vision finally dripped from the edge of his eyes, rolled over his face, and shattered into a pool of soft sunlight on the ground.

With all her courage, she broke free from the shadows, crossed the wide river of light, and hugged the boy in front of her.

"My mother told me since I was a child that I can't do business at a loss. If you regret it, please tell me in advance, so that I can stop the loss in time." Ye Wanqiu buried her face in his shoulder, her voice muffled.

Nezha smiled and reached out to hug her tighter.

After a while, she raised her head again, and asked with some puzzlement: "But what did you and Teacher Song Lu mean just now? Can't I be discovered by other gods in the God Realm?"

Nezha held her shoulders, and the coldness and sharpness between his brows and eyes were revealed too naturally: "Don't worry about them. This kind of thing will never happen again in the future."

Why can you say such threatening words so naturally?

Ye Wanqiu instinctively felt that something was wrong, and quickly asked: "So why? And what did Mr. Songlu say...what about my ability? What's going on here?"

Nezha closed his eyes, and the coolness in his palms almost penetrated into Ye Banqiu's bones: "Why don't you ask me about this?"

"Can't you tell?"

"It's not impossible. It's..."

Ye Wanqiu was a little anxious: "Then tell me now, anyway, the amount of information I have received today is already large enough, it doesn't matter if there is more. If I wake up tomorrow, I may digest it belatedly. Difficulty, treat today as if nothing happened..."

"Pretend nothing happened today?" Nezha interrupted her, looked down at her, a layer of dark ice formed in his clear eyes.

Ye Wanqiu: "...I'm talking nonsense, please."

Nezha stared at her for a long time, finally sighed softly, lowered his head, and touched Ye Wanqiu's brow with his thin lips, as if a butterfly kissed a flower, light and hallucinatory: "Let's talk about it next time."

His next sentence directly dragged the time to an invisible future.

Ye Wanqiu is suspicious now when he thinks back, that day he suddenly lowered his head that day, just to make her petrify on the spot and change the subject.It's a pity that she didn't have this awareness at all at that time, but the whole person crashed directly, and was sent back to the Nanyuan dormitory by Nezha in a daze, where she climbed onto the bed screaming and rolling on the same hands and feet, and finally covered two black Eye sockets open until dawn.

"So." Ah Jun was stirring the jade flower condensate in the cup with a straw, while looking at her with his hands on his head, "He still didn't tell you the whole thing, did he?"

Ye Wanqiu shook his head, "That's why I thought, how about I ask Mr. Ah Jun..." Ah Jun shook his head again and again after hearing this: "This won't work. You will never have a chance to feel it, so you don't know what Nezha said. God looks like a high mountain flower far away from the world of mortals, how scary it is when he is angered. As long as he doesn't let go, no one dares to tell you. Don't ask me directly."

Ye Wanqiu looked at her for a while, and seemed to realize something: "Does that mean I can ask indirectly?"

Ah Jun coughed twice, leaned closer to her, and smiled brightly with eyelashes drooping: "You have to know, man, if you have something to do, just sleep."

Ye Wanqiu: "... Is there a way that humans can use?"

Ah Jun touched his chin: "Isn't this what humans are used to? I see it written like this in many places."

So, as an envoy of God, what kind of messed things have you seen on the human network? !

Ye Wanqiu felt that his three views had been hit hard again.

"But no matter what, you finally fell into his hands. Everyone is really happy." Ah Jun said, putting his hand on her shoulder.Ye Wanqiu froze for a moment, and replied slowly: "The word planting is very clever, teacher."

Ah Jun laughed and ruffled her hair: "Tell me, why did you really fall in love with him again? Don't say anything else, just talk about the beginning."

Ye Wanqiu sucked the orange juice in the glass without panting, and the transparent raindrops falling from the sky above her head hit the floor-to-ceiling windows of Sanchuan's shop, as if she was counting the duration of her breath-holding.She sucked almost half of the full glass of juice, and her fair face turned pink.

The other party nodded knowingly: "He looks really good-looking."

So the two picked up their cups and touched each other. The sound was mixed with the dense rain, short and crisp.

"Sigh, back then I also suffered from beauty, and thought Minghuang was such a handsome and honest gentleman..." Ah Jun bit the straw, his eyes were bright and sad.

Ye Wanqiu was stunned for a moment, put down his cup, with an expectant expression: "I would like to hear more about it."

She sighed: "It's just that I was young and ignorant, thinking that beauties are gentle, harmless, innocent and lovely species." She sighed again, "I won't mention this."

After drinking the drink in his hand, Ah Jun looked at Ye Wanqiu carefully again: "It's just, are you sure you're really okay? I remember that when Song Lu's illusion didn't work on you last time, you had to adjust for more than two weeks. Right? You seem much calmer this time."

"How do you know?" Ye Wanqiu asked strangely.Ajun laughed: "During that time, the third prince would follow you from a long distance whenever he was free, you didn't know at all, did you?"

"Follow me?" Ye Wanqiu shook his head, "But I didn't smell him." "He doesn't know you yet? Of course he knows the distance so you can't detect it." Ah Jun smiled at her Speaking of.

Ye Wanqiu rubbed his neck, recalling this week, he felt that he had indeed lived a magical and chaotic life.

On the second day after returning from Sanfeng Palace, because he barely slept the night before, Ye Wanqiu supported himself and finished the introduction to history class taught by Ming Huang in the morning, and fell asleep lying on his stomach in the classroom.When she woke up in a daze from the fragrance of lotus, she turned her head and saw Nezha who had turned into a human teenager sitting next to her, with no expression on his face, just looking at her indifferently. she.The slightly hot sky light filled the pitch-black phoenix eyes, and the amber shadow was rubbed at the bottom of the iris.

Looking at Nezha, she remembered what happened yesterday, too much.Heavy, surprised, moved, and unbelievable, Qi Qi rolled out and disturbed her not-so-clear thoughts, and finally it was frozen at the moment when Nezha lowered his head and kissed her forehead.

Too beautiful things always make people feel unreal, like a crumbling loft in the sky.

It was so much like a dream.

In other words, dreams are not so fantastic and beautiful.

But if this is really a dream, and the object of fantasy is a young god who has protected him for 14 years, then he is simply blasphemy and a heinous crime.

and so……

She looked at Nezha in front of her in a daze or even a strange way, and prayed in her heart not to wake up from this dream, just let her indulge in it forever.

Nezha noticed the strangeness in her eyes, moved, straightened his body, his face darkened: "Are you already treating what happened yesterday as nothing happened?"

"Of course not." Ye Wanqiu blurted out, and then sank down again, "I just... have difficulty digesting."

As she said that, she leaned back on the back of the chair connected to the table in the back, "If my mother knows that the daughter she has raised for 18 years is not her own, then it's fine, but in the end she's not even human. How would she react?"

Nezha looked at her in astonishment: "You know?" Ye Wanqiu tilted his head: "My mother and me? I knew it ten years ago, and it's not a big deal."

As she spoke, she scratched her hair in distress: "I know that what you said is actually correct. The name is not that important. I didn't decide what I am just yesterday. But..."

"But I still..." She got stuck at this point, and couldn't organize anything for a long time.

However, Nezha still understood what she meant, and stretched out his hand to straighten her black hair that had just been messed up by herself, and said, "Take your time, I will accompany you."

His words seemed to have magic power, but the simple six words made Ye Wanqiu calm down quickly.

"Besides, your current condition is much better than I expected." Nezha continued.

So, is it really because of the experience of learning the truth about the school last time that she seems to have a much better acceptance this time even though all she is facing is about herself?

Ye Wanqiu slowly stirred the orange juice in the glass with a straw, watching the pulp in it keep ups and downs with the whirlpool of the water surface.

She doesn't think so.

Those facts were still very depressing for her, and it was difficult to accept them all at once.

But when he saw Nezha at the end of the hesitation, Ye Wanqiu really had a feeling of "it seems to be nothing".

In the words of Zhang Fang, an old employee in the store, who taught her since she was a child, it means that if the timing is right, the blood will not lose money.

That's how she feels now.

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