Bengtie: Is your pure and beautiful destiny serious?

Time goes back to when Cheng An was pulled down the secret passage.

In fact, Cheng An didn't have time to react at all. The man pulled her arm with such force and speed that she was caught off guard. She didn't even have time to use the power of pure beauty to cushion herself before she was dragged into the darkness.

When she saw the light again, there was a sea of blood and corpses before her eyes. The roar of the explosion was still in the distance. This area was not Luofu at all.

An absurd thought came to Cheng An's mind: Could she have been teleported somewhere inexplicably again?

The girl pursed her lips with an uneasy look on her face. Her desire to survive, which had never subsided, urged her to start looking for cover. She walked towards the places that looked like there were still buildings, bypassed the broken pieces of reinforced concrete, and stumbled away for her life.

After a few steps, a red figure appeared in front, small, still a child. The child looked around and disappeared in a flash.

Perhaps it was the oppressive start of the collapse of the sky that made Cheng An's brain immediately turn around. There must be an air-raid shelter or bunker over there! She strode over and found that there was indeed a door, so she decisively entered the door.

The space inside the door was not big, but it was very empty, with no one inside - except the child. At this moment, the child was holding something and looking at the stranger with curiosity.

The child had long red hair, a pair of big emerald green eyes, a pretty face and a lot of kindness, which gave Cheng An a strong sense of déjà vu.

"What's your name, kid?" she couldn't help but ask.

"Hello beautiful lady, my name is Yinzhi."

"Hiss——" Cheng An took a breath of cold air when he heard that.

Why? How could she inexplicably come to the time and space when Yinzhi was a child? But this doesn't make sense? When she met Yinzhi, the other party didn't recognize her at all. It didn't seem like they had met each other when they were children.

"You look very bad, why? Is it because of me?" The little Yinzhi vaguely had the shadow of the handsome man he would be when he grew up. His clothes were gray, but his hair and face were clean.

He said, "Why don't I play the ocarina for you? Maybe the music will relax you a little."

Then, without listening to Cheng An's answer, he just started playing. The mellow and smooth instrument, played by Yinzhi, produced a melody that was not very pleasant to the ear. To be frank, it was really unpleasant.

Cheng An suppressed his pain and applauded the child, saying, "Very exciting."

Xiao Yinzhi smiled knowingly, shook her head and said, "I know my performance is terrible, Miss, you don't have to say this to comfort me, it's not pure and beautiful."

Hearing this, Cheng An frowned.

She didn't think such a young child was already a believer in pure beauty. And the Yinzhi she knew would not say that to others when he heard compliments against his will. He would be more likely to thank the other party for his flattery and praise, then reflect on his own shortcomings and praise the other party for not wanting to make him sad, which was very pure and beautiful.

There are more and more strange things. Is this child really Yinzhi?

It seemed that the child in front of him had seen through the doubts in her heart. He stopped talking, but just moved closer to her and pushed her out of the door of the air-raid shelter with a force that was not meant for a child!

The force was so great that Cheng An couldn't resist at all. She rolled out with horror on her face.

When he got up from the ground, the scene in front of him turned into another hell. There were real stinging insects everywhere, and there were many white mechas fighting against them. However, the wailing of the insects and the explosion of the mechas were always disproportionate. The black and red parts slowly drowned out the white ones.

She was running away again, stepping on debris from somewhere unknown, and not knowing whether the direction she was running towards was the way to survival.

Finally, when she was exhausted, she saw green fireflies rising into the sky not far away, like spreading young shoots that broke the gray tones of the battlefield. Then the light left here, and not long after, Cheng An closed his eyes again with the impact of an explosion.

When she opened her eyes again, she saw a new scene. She was wearing an ordinary old uniform. Next to her was a huge truck that seemed to be full of supplies. She stretched her neck and saw a slender and beautiful girl in front of the team.

She was wearing simple but clean clothes, and her upright figure seemed to be a shelter or a benchmark. She was escorting the team of supplies.

Cheng An knew who it was, but she wasn't sure whether her situation was real or not.

In this moment of distraction, a stray bullet hit the girl in front of him. She fell like a wounded bird, and her pure white ear feathers were covered with dust and glaring red.

She could feel that the people around the girl were terrified and rushed to help her. They were calling for a doctor with tears in their eyes.

Cheng An also wanted to go forward and help up the beautiful girl. A free bird should not fall in such a place. But in the end, she was also pushed to the ground by something, and her eyes fell into darkness.

Where is this? Is it reality or a dream? Why can't I change anything and still wander in different time and space?

After that, she rotated to several different times and places, and almost without exception, she always ran and hid to save her life. In this process, she was like a goldfish, being scooped from one fish tank to another. She had no choice and no dignity.

She could not change any tragic ending by frequently shuttling back and forth regardless of her will and the compulsory requirements of freedom. Gradually, she saw her appearance begin to change. Although she had not seen it with her own eyes, Cheng An had a hunch that it was a bad omen.

Finally, Cheng An came to someone in a trance. The pure white soft skirt danced among the flowers, the flowers were fragrant, the dewdrops reflected the colorful light, and the person looked like the silver goddess in the music box.

The goddess looked at her, and her ethereal voice seemed to announce some fate: "You are a person abandoned by pure beauty. As a practitioner of pure beauty, you have deviated from your own destiny and pursuit."

A voice in Cheng An's mind rang out: "Is that so? I will eventually become a bad omen."

"I see. The rest of my life will be an endless forced journey through time and space. It will be a traveling prison with no freedom."

"Is that so? I have strayed from the pure and beautiful destiny and pursuit, and I am a destiny walker who is unworthy of believing in Idrila..."

Cheng An: "...Hmm? Wait..."

Cheng An: "That's not right. When did I say that I believe in Idrila?"

"I was obviously forced to be tainted with pure beauty all along the way!"

"Who actively wants to pursue pure beauty? Stop slandering me!"

Cheng An suddenly opened his eyes.

She looked confused. As expected, only when you open your eyes do you realize that you have closed your eyes for a while.

So she was dreaming just now?

She looked around. Where was this?

It was pitch black, and there were a few green lights hanging to add to the atmosphere. Looking at the dancing flames, Cheng An took a closer look and saw, wow, it was Sui Yang!

Who has such bad taste? Using the sun as an ambient light.

So she just fell into Sui Yang's illusion? Is it really so absurd? Cursing her to die in a time and space without freedom is fine, but he actually slandered her for sincerely pursuing a pure and beautiful destiny! This is unforgivable.

The girl used a little bit of pure power to increase her strength and easily broke the ropes that tied her up.

Cheng An has always known that using pure beauty power does not equal true belief in pure beauty. The inequality is broken in seconds. Having power to use is the compensation she deserves, not a spiritual hostage to her belief. If you have the ability to send her back to her original home, she can return all this power on the spot.

What level of person is Sui Yang? He actually PUA her beliefs in the illusion. How immoral.

Cheng An snorted in dissatisfaction. After taking a circle of photos of the underground space with Yu Zhao, he returned neatly along the secret passage where he fell.