Quick Travel: Card Destroyer

Chapter 292 Fire Paint Girl ()

The stubborn child stubbornly refused to leave the hut.

The cabin of loneliness, the cabin of fantasy, the cabin of self.

Until the spring flowers bloom outside the window, until the grass grows outside the window and the orioles fly.

She would hold on to the window sill and look at it from a distance, but she didn't dare to go out of the room and blend in with the beautiful scenery.

Two pairs of black eyes stared straight at Fu Cangzhao.

"What are you looking at me doing?" Fu Cangzhao tried to relax a little.

The boy on the left pointed to the top of her head: "Can we touch your hair?"

"……Eh?"

The boy on the right nodded and said: "We heard from the seniors on the Fire Paint a long time ago that there was a super powerful magical girl senior a long time ago. Her hair was a very special blue. It looked faintly blue under the sun and was very beautiful. !”

The moment Fu Cangzhao's pupils contracted and his heart trembled as he touched his head with his hands while talking to themselves.

Special, special, special...?

She wanted to speak, but her throat seemed to be blocked by something, and she couldn't make any sound.

His eyes couldn't stop swelling with sourness. If he didn't suppress his emotions in time, he might cry on the spot.

They admired her hair and said, "It's so beautiful."

pretty? Fu Cangzhao suddenly felt resentful in his heart.

That was the dark blue hair of the little monster. It was dark blue hair that symbolized ominousness. It was the hair color of a delinquent girl. How come it turned into an ordinary "beautiful" in their mouths? !

Do they know that they have been called "little monsters" repeatedly in the past because of their unusual hair color? !

Fu Cangzhao didn't understand why people in this world suddenly became so considerate. Why are you suddenly so accepting of "different kids"?

...she felt at a loss.

So she hurriedly said goodbye to the two young men and returned home as if she was running away.

The north-facing room belonged to the little monster Fu Cangzhao. The furnishings inside were not much different from those five years ago, including a small bed, cartoon-patterned sheets, quilts and pillowcases, and several grinning monster plush toys.

She moved step by step to the side of the crib. It wasn't until her fingertips touched the stuffed toy that her senses returned to reality a little.

"I'm a monster. No matter where I go, people say I'm a little monster." She put the stuffed toy into her arms, curled up into a ball, and closed her eyes.

At this moment, she desperately hoped that her consciousness could sink into the boundless darkness. It would be best if she returned to the office the next time she opened her eyes, and Ji Liangbao would help her wipe away the sweat from her forehead and the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Unfortunately it backfired.

The hut faced north, and it was cold in winter and sweltering in summer. She had to get up and change into light pajamas and turn on the air conditioner. When she lay down on the small bed and tried to sleep, she felt no longer sleepy.

Darkness is the home of little monsters. Little monsters like darkness. When they go to dark places, little monsters will not be afraid. She thought silently in her mind and tried to fall asleep again.

Unsuccessful.

If Bing Haoqi-Chen Yingqi were here, what would she persuade her to do?

"If you are in a bad mood, just get something you like to eat. After eating it, you will feel much better."

She had just had lunch and was not very hungry yet, so she could take this opportunity to prepare the ingredients for dinner.

Fu Cangzhao thought so, went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, and happened to find a piece of beef lying in the freezer.

"Then... let's make some curry beef rice tonight."

The meat needed to be thawed first, and she didn't know what to do during the afternoon, so she grabbed a little monster toy from the bedroom and ran to the kitchen to do it in a daze.

I don’t know what’s going on with Chen Yingqi.

In fact, when she found and overwintered, she had accompanied Chen Yingqi and the others through the entire reset world line, but in the end, An, who turned black, gave her a nail by mistake.

This time, because humans no longer have powerful superpowers, the difficulty of surviving each stage of the apocalypse has also skyrocketed. Although the difficulty of the apocalypse itself has also decreased, the physical body cannot withstand nature after all.

<divclass="contentadv">Fu Cangzhao burned his mother godhead to mirror the original world line, allowing everything to start again from April 2, 23X. Everything that happened in the past was equivalent to non-existence or changed. into a prophetic dream.

An Cuo and Xie Tinghua are both people who have had precognitive dreams.

This time, they no longer rely on Feixue Group, but rely solely on their own connections and strength to create a base. However, this kind of base built on the basis of "majority of women" is not reliable, and most members cannot understand their intentions.

They were expelled from the all-female base they had built.

But the two were not discouraged, because from the beginning they saw the hidden dangers of the organization, and sooner or later everyone would have conflicts.

After leaving, they spent a period of time wandering around and soon formed an all-female team again. This time they finally had similar ideas and supported each other all the way to the end...

There is no doubt that this process was very stressful. Later, driven by the heavy pressure, An Cuo took out a modified nail gun and struck Fu Cangzhao against his will.

The only thing she missed was that Fu Cangzhao was not an ordinary person and would not die even if he received a nail in his head.

In other words, Fu Cangzhao could have avoided it, but she chose not to. In order to make An Cuo feel less uncomfortable, she took the initiative to bear part of the malice.

Not only that, she also helped An Tso annex the original base.

...If only she could be half as strong as she was then.

Fu Cangzhao hugged the little monster doll tightly.

The grown-up monster went back five years and hugged the young monster.

She suddenly let go of her embrace, turned the doll over, and kissed the doll's wide open mouth softly.

The grown-up monster kisses the young monster.

Her eyes were blurry, her cheek was pressed against the doll, her hands reached into her thin pajamas, and she let out a small, satisfied sigh.

The grown-up little monster and the young little monster caress each other's bodies.

She felt as if she had passed through the clouds, a thin layer of sweat broke out on her skin, her body trembled unconsciously, and her anxiety was relieved a little in the short-term happiness.

Not enough, not enough, we need to ask for more...

Until your hands feel tired and your whole body is sweating profusely.

Still not satisfied.

Fu Cangzhao suddenly felt irritable. The air conditioner was clearly on in the kitchen, but the summer dryness still penetrated the coolness and invaded his whole body.

Return to the bedroom.

The air here seems to be gloomier than in the kitchen, but this is just what she likes, and it can more or less calm her brain.

The fact is that when she came to her senses, most of her body was pressed into the pile of dolls, and her whole body's skin, even her Tianling Cap, was sending out signals.

How many times? She didn't know that only by pushing herself to the edge of tears of joy again and again could she temporarily forget the strong uneasiness that the world brought to her.

After an unknown number of times, with her hands and body all sticky, she stared blankly at the curtains, thinking to herself:

If Song Ximing were here, he would surely make her faint from exhaustion, right?

His thoughts wandered randomly to the silver-haired former neighbor, and he felt irritated again for no reason.

She sighed resignedly, closed her eyes to better think of that person, and repeated the same thing.

Imagine Matsuaki kissing her, touching her, loving her.

"...The last time, just the last time...ah, it's all your fault, it's all your fault...it's your fault..."

The little monster swore viciously at the silver-haired woman who had upset her.

"Hello, dear little monster."