Star Iron: Maple of Reincarnation

Luofu is exceptionally peaceful and tranquil under the night sky, with a bright moon in the sky and numerous stars dotted on the dark black canvas, setting off the ink painting of the sky.

It was an ordinary night, as was almost every night in Luofu, with nothing to be particularly concerned about. Workers returned home after a busy day, and the ordinary life made people forget the suffering of the war, and people believed that the future would be better.

But this day was not an ordinary day for Chu Qing. Hundreds of years ago, she was born, and hundreds of years ago, she died.

Birthday and death anniversary are on the same day.

After falling into the end of the world and losing her soul, she forgot many things, but she clearly remembered this special day.

Hundreds of years ago today, she never thought that so-called happiness was so far away from her, and so-called peace was just the last joy before madness.

As a child, she was very lonely.

Because she didn't fit in with her peers, most commoners didn't interact with her, and Chu Qing didn't like the domineering aura that came with those nobles. For a long time, she just followed her parents' backs and enjoyed the loneliness fearlessly.

Now, she is still alone.

She had come to her senses a long time ago, integrating with those who could integrate and giving up those who couldn't integrate. In this world, there was no need to struggle just to be like others.

She sat upright on a roof, gazing calmly at a courtyard.

Lingshi's perception allowed her to easily detect that a birthday dinner was being held inside... Since it was Chuqing's birthday, it was of course Xueji's birthday as well.

Looking at the smile on her former self's face, Chu Qing subconsciously stretched out her hand, wanting to grab something, but her hand could not grab anything.

It seemed like something was getting farther and farther away from me.

It also seems that those things never belonged to me.

This dinner should be the last truly happy time.

After that… Chu Qing's gaze gradually turned from gentle to fierce. She couldn't be sure when that damn guy took over her father's body.

The memories of the past gradually made her fall into painful madness.

Feng took over Mo Feng's body and controlled Fu Xuan's mind... driving Luofu towards destruction step by step, all just to push open that door. In order to push open that door, Fu Xuan died. In order to cover up his fault, he used mysterious power to tamper with the cognition of Luofu people and made Xue Ji a scapegoat, so that he could continue to helm Luofu and continue to realize his ambitions.

Until the end, he was not able to become a god.

He died and was buried with Luofu.

If it wasn't for an accident, Xue Ji would have never known until her death that her father had been replaced by someone else. When she was seven years old, she came back from private school early, but unexpectedly found that her parents were at home, and she heard her mother call the person who had usurped the throne "master".

He must have discovered this secret, even if Xue Ji didn't feel that he was discovered at that time. But Feng couldn't have been unaware of it, which was probably why he chose Xue Ji as the scapegoat.

After all, he couldn't do anything to Xue Ji openly.

It would be too abrupt to take action behind his back, and it would always have some impact on his hidden identity.

Chuqing was breathing heavily...these memories stimulated her nerves all the time.

If her vital signs had not disappeared, she might have fainted from being too crazy... She wanted to undo this mistake, but she realized it was too late at that time.

No matter how many people you tell, no one will believe the nonsense of a little girl.

When Xue Ji was chosen as the scapegoat, the people of Luofu, whose cognition was tampered by mysterious power, condemned her. Only Qing Que chose to believe her and took measures to send her away to avoid her fate of being executed.

Club 0, Feng, is a devil in human skin.

He deceived Ren Feng, Mo Feng and everyone else just for his plan to ascend to godhood. For this purpose, even if everyone died, it was worth it.

Compared to him, the criminals in the universe are simply kind angels.

"Hey, does it look good?" A teasing voice interrupted Hatsuharu's thoughts, and Hanabi sat next to her without any hesitation. They almost came to blows a few days ago.

Chu Qing had almost gotten used to this dog-skin plaster on her body. After all, she couldn't get rid of it, so what else could she do except get used to it? Killing the Order Envoy in Luo Fu would only expose herself. Moreover, she felt that the things she could interfere with were gradually decreasing. As expected, she had said too much to Fu Xuan that day, and it had begun to wear away her power of existence.

"What are you doing here again?" Chu Qing said coldly.

If anyone were treated so coldly, they would not have given up on trying to please someone. People always have to save face. But who is Hanabi? To describe her as heartless is simply insulting her heart and lungs. For her, fun is everything. What's the use of saving face?

Moreover, Hanabi believed from the bottom of her heart that Hatsuharu was of the same kind as herself. If she was the Masked Fool, she would probably be able to have a good conversation with her.

As for sympathy...

Tsk tsk, it's too cheap and meaningless, not worthy of appearing in the mind of the envoy. There are too many tragedies in this world. If I sympathize with others, who will sympathize with me?

Life is born as a tragedy, so we should keep a happy smile on our faces forever.

"Celebrating your birthday. Isn't it your birthday today? Hey, how about me?" Hua Huo said with a smile, and then brought over a bottle of wine, "Here, the best drunken wine, which I stole from that old bastard, Old Sangbo."

"hehe."

"Don't be so upset with me. To be honest, I really didn't provoke you." Huahuo said, "Even if we are not friends, we should not be enemies."

"Have you ever had any friends?" Chu Qing took the somewhat turbid wine.

"That depends on how you define it. If it's what I consider friends, then there are many of them. If it's what you think in your heart, then there's no one else. Even those people in the bar are just strangers who are just hanging out with us." Hanabi said, "Come on, cheers, happy birthday to you."

Chu Qing didn't take the conversation and drank the wine directly. Wine is just an anesthetic, but after the anesthesia, you always have to go back and continue to face reality.

"Hey - this good wine needs to be savored carefully... What a waste! You don't know how upset Sambo was when he saw his wine was taken away." Hanabi said, "Even in the tavern, this kind of wine is rare."

"There's still as much nonsense as ever."

After that, the two of them looked into the distance in silence without saying a word.

Soon, gusts of breeze blew past, ruffling the hair of both of them.

"The wind is picking up..." Hanabi said with a smile.