Quick Travel: Destiny for Thirty Lifetimes

The attic was filled with dusty camphorwood boxes, some worn-out spare parts, and tea sets covered with cobwebs. Luo Yichen passed over these objects and walked straight to the bed. He took out a piece of talisman paper and stuck it on the headboard. The originally tattered bed looked brand new now, and he just lay on it with his clothes on and slept all night.

When he woke up the next day, he moved all the messy things to the open space in the living room on the first floor, then went to the kitchen with his hands behind his back to take a look. It was still usable, but needed cleaning.

Tsk, if I order takeout here, will the delivery guy deliver the food?

Luo Yichen took out his cell phone and saw that there was no signal and the battery was less than 20%. He frowned and sat down on the sofa in annoyance. It seemed that he had to go back today.

But I can't go back during the day, I have to wait until night. I guess the gate here can't be opened from the outside until then.

Fortunately, he put some food into the Qiankun bag given by his master before leaving, so at least he would not starve to death today.

After eating a few packets of compressed biscuits to fill his stomach, Luo Yichen casually strolled around the first floor. The things here were arranged neatly and rigorously, but most of them were covered with a thin layer of dust. He had nothing to do anyway, so he took out a feather duster and waved it left and right as he walked past a place to dust off the dust.

When Lian Qingyang came down, he happened to see Luo Yichen standing in front of the antique display cabinet with a feather duster in his hand, craning his neck to look at something.

He paused and walked towards Luo Yichen. Luo Yichen twitched his ears, looked back at him, pointed to a place in the air with a feather duster and said, "How about putting this thing in my antique shop and making it a treasure?"

Lian Qingyang looked over and saw that it was the only white jade lotus lamp on the stand that was still intact. The dust on it had been dusted off and it was emitting a faint white luster under the sunlight.

Wait, sunlight?

Lian Qingyang's eyes fixed, and he turned his head suddenly. The gray-green curtains that had been tightly covering the windows were pulled open, and the sunlight filtered through the stained glass windows below, casting colorful spots of light on the ground. Even the dust particles floating in the air could be clearly seen.

Luo Yichen looked over and weighed the feather duster in his hand, saying disdainfully, "I say, the color of this curtain is really ugly. How about changing it to a warmer color someday?"

In fact, the color of the curtains in Lian Qingyang's memory was dark green, which had faded over time. He just noticed it because the house had not seen sunlight shining in since a certain day a long time ago.

Lian Qingyang withdrew his thoughts and glanced at Luo Yichen who was asking for his opinion. "Whatever you want."

After he finished speaking, he went upstairs again. Luo Yichen watched him walk around the corner and disappear, with a smile in his eyes. He shrugged and continued to work. After a while, he heard the sound of a piano coming from the second floor.

It was already nine o'clock when he got up. By the time he finished cleaning the space on the first floor, it was almost noon. The piano music on the second floor had not stopped yet. Luo Yichen took out two bags of bread and a bottle of water, sat on the sofa, listening to the music and swinging his legs, and barely stuffed the food into his stomach.

He was too lazy to go upstairs during lunch break, so he just lay on the sofa and took a nap for more than ten minutes. In fact, he didn't feel very sleepy because he woke up naturally in the morning.

After waking up, Luo Yichen sat on the floor and dealt with the pile of things that he had moved down from the attic. The tea sets were easy to clean. He wiped them carefully and found that they were a set of enameled porcelain tea sets with bright glaze. The words "Jingdezhen" were printed on the bottom of the cup, and a lifelike phoenix was carved on the lid of the teapot.

"It's still usable. It'll be nice to make tea with it once the water is boiled."

As for the locked camphorwood box, Luo Yichen used a clever method to pry open the lock and found several well-preserved long gowns inside, including two cheongsams. The fabric felt comfortable to the touch, probably silk or brocade, and was embroidered with delicate cloud patterns.

Lian Qingyang happened to come down from upstairs, and Luo Yichen waved the cheongsam in his hand towards him: "Hey, beautiful... handsome..., is this your dress too?"

The beauty seemed like a tease, but the handsome guy didn't seem suitable. He hadn't asked Lian Qingyang's real name yet, so it was not convenient for him to call him by his name directly.

Damn it, we chatted for so long last night that I even forgot to introduce myself!

Unexpectedly, Lian Qingyang shook his head, looked at the clothes in the camphorwood box, and said, "I don't know. The only clothes I have are the ones I'm wearing... My name is Lian Qingyang."

"Lian Qingyang, it's a nice name, suitable for you. Well, my name is Luo Yichen, you can call me Achen, that's what my master calls me." Luo Yichen nodded, folded the cheongsam and put it in the box.

In fact, he was lying. His master loved to call him Little Conch because he spoke loudly and quietly.

Luo Yichen buckled the box again, looked up and asked Lian Qingyang: "By the way, I have to go back tonight to get some things. Is there anything you need?"

Lian Qingyang lowered his head, his dense eyelashes casting a shadow under his eyes. He pursed his lips and whispered softly, "Can you spare a few drops of blood? I want to go see the flowers outside..."

"Of course you can. How about I give it to you now?"

Luo Yichen couldn't resist Lian Qingyang's request in the first place, let alone his feigned vulnerability. He wanted to drain all his blood immediately—of course not. He had to stay alive so that the blood in his body could regenerate and provide Lian Qingyang with a constant supply!