Cause and Relationship (1)

"As Xiao Fengyu slashed with his last sword, Feng Yuan actually laughed. At that moment, the heads of the six major sects worked together to attack.

The landslides in front of him. In the ashes, Xiao Fengyu saw Feng Yuan with a relaxed face, closed his eyes and fell into the sea of ​​rebirth with thousands of monsters.

After a long time, Xiao Fengyu looked at the blue smoke rising from the sea of ​​rebirth, and tears in his eyes finally hit the ground.

This protracted dispute between good and evil has finally come to an end.

But there will never be Fengyuan in the world again.

There will be no devil who will cause chaos in the world.

There would be no one with his brightest senior brother.”

Mu Wanwan stopped typing, stretched and sighed.

I originally planned to write again, but I no longer have any thoughts.

She set the book to finish step by step, got up, picked up her bag and walked out.

"Hello, Air Corridor Office, what business do you want to handle?"

Mu Wanwan took out various documents from her bag before speaking: "I want to register for death."

"Okay, please show your identity card, birth certificate, leave of absence, suicide note, family relationship."

Mu Wanwan pushed all the things he took out in.

"Okay, it's being handled for you."

"Sorry, the system shows that you are an unregistered writer. Please go to the lobby to complete the author certification."

Mu Wanwan's eyes finally showed a slight fluctuation.

"Can you not finish?"

Her hoarse voice was shocked.

"Sorry, it's not possible. According to regulations, all writers in the air must be registered."

"Amateur ones count as well?"

"Yes."

Mu Wanwan was a little helpless. She originally thought that death registration did not require verification of the author's identity.

“I’m applying for a death registration.”

"Sorry, this is a necessary process."

Mu Wanwan felt helpless. The world of the sky has a set of principles for everything, and even more so for writers.

In this world where even death requires layers of approval, Mu Wanwan also chose the most stringent writing workers as a side job.

But in the past seven years, Mu Wanwan has written many novels, but none of them has really become popular. This made her feel frustrated and gradually realized how ridiculous her dream is.

After making a plan for her death, she decided to finish the last book.

Treat it as the end of your dream.

But I can't get into it anymore and don't know how to continue, so I really can't give "Wind Words" a perfect ending.

"Hello."

My thoughts were interrupted by a sudden sound.

"The Sky World is committed to perfecting the construction of the text world, so each author has a chance to enter his own work before he dies. Do you accept this opportunity?"

Mu Wanwan was afraid of trouble, but at this moment when he was about to die, he suddenly felt that it would not be a bad thing to go to the book.

She slowly pressed "Yes."

"Okay, the program has been established. Please enter the books you want to go to."

"The Wind Words"

"Please type the character you want to get close to."

"Fengyuan."

"Okay, the program has been established. You will enter the program before April 12, 223, Air Realm Calendar. Please make relevant preparations."

"I want to ask, is the time and place of entry fixed?"

"Sorry, because this is a randomly generated character, the time and place are not fixed. And since your character is not in the original book, you can only watch and not intervene in changing."

"What if I want to change?"

"I advise you not to do this, the consequences are very serious. This is your death registration form. After you come back from the book, you will fill in the relevant information and take effect immediately. We look forward to your next visit."

Mu Wanwan couldn't help but smile after hearing this.

"Thank you. But even next time, you probably won't expect to see me."

Putting the thing in your bag, Mu Wanwan looked at her phone.

April 11, 223, Air Realm Calendar.

Even the time to leave is so tight.

It was rare to go home in the afternoon. Mu Wanwan looked at the place where he lived. It was a small room with plenty of sunshine, but he could not dispel the coldness in his heart.

She slowly walked into the bedroom, took out her diary, turned on the first page and crossed out the last item.

Try to live until the age of thirty-five.

Then he took out the letter paper and wrote a long letter.

How long is it? It is probably as long as dusk to late night.

The lamp on the table reflects Mu Wanwan's face, and her pale skin color contrasts sharply with her dark pupils.

She felt very tired, so she just lay on the table and fell asleep.

She had a dream, dreaming about it a long time ago.

I dreamed that her heart hurts and her eyes feel sore.

I sat up suddenly and looked up and saw a full moon hanging high, with several crows standing on the dead branches.

As soon as she reached out to brush away the tears from the corners of her eyes, she heard someone shouting loudly beside her.

"Sixth junior brother, don't hurt anyone!"

Looking at the sound, the man in white was stumbled forward.

Before Mu Wanwan even thought about it, she suddenly saw a face covered with blood and black lines suddenly appear in front of her.

Her eyes widened in fear.

I could only hear the sound of pulling out the sheath in my ears. Before I could think too much, a warm feeling came from my face. But after a moment, the tears slowly became cold and dripped to the ground.

This was the first time Mu Wanwan felt so truly that the blood had changed from warm to cool.

The thing that might still be called a human fell in front of him like that.

Mu Wanwan didn't dare to blink, but just clenched her fists silently, trying to regain some consciousness in the pain.

A woman in white came and said:

"Fengyuan, why did you kill my sixth junior brother?"

"It's urgent to follow the power."

The sound in my ears was mixed with the strong smell of blood in the air, even colder than the night, and Mu Wanwan shivered.

The people around him didn't say anything anymore and turned around and retreated.

The woman in white walked up and wiped Mu Wanwan's face with a handkerchief.

"My name is Song Zhujun, I am a medical practitioner from the Cangshan School. Don't be afraid. That person just now will no longer hurt you."

Listening to Song Zhujun's forced comfort himself with sadness, Mu Wanwan finally let go of her clenched fists.

"Okay, wipe it clean. It's still a bit messy here. You and I will wait first."

Mu Wanwan looked at Song Zhujun holding her hand in front of her, and for a moment she was mixed with emotions.

Her fear slowly dissipated when she heard the phrase "Fengyuan", and replaced by a confusion she had never experienced before.

She suddenly began to think about a question she should have thought clearly about, why is this book and why is Feng Yuan.

But no one answered her, only Feng Yuan walked towards her step by step.

He was wearing a black dress, blending with the cold night, and his face was colder than the night.

But it is undeniable that Feng Yuan has a good skin.

Even though Mu Wanwan knew what kind of heart was hidden behind her face, she couldn't help but lose her mind for a moment.

Mu Wanwan kept looking at him like this, and of course, when he blinked, he also saw the small red mole flashing through Feng Yuan's upper eyelid.

That was the most unique sign she gave to Feng Yuan and the root of all the pain of Feng Yuan.
To be continued...