The sacred tree is about to pass, and the cannon fodder's wish countdown is coming

After finishing the meal, Du Xiao secretly glanced around. Seeing that no one was paying attention to them, he quickly reached out and grabbed Lu Shi's sleeve, gently pulling him to a more secluded corner.

At this moment, Du Xiao was harboring thoughts of revenge against Fu Ji and was deeply worried about his good friend Lu Shi.

She leaned close to Lu Shi's ear and lowered her voice anxiously, "Xiao Shi, do you know that Fu Ji is very dangerous?"

When Lu Shi heard this, a relaxed smile appeared on his face, "I know."

"You... know?" Du Xiao was slightly stunned when he heard Lu Shi's straightforward answer, and asked back in surprise.

"I've always known this, so I sacrificed myself and kept him by my side." Lu Shi still had a smile on his face, shrugged his shoulders, and spoke in a light tone.

Lu Shi's words were clearly full of teasing and joking, and anyone could probably tell that easily.

How could Du Xiao not hear the hidden meaning?

That’s right, Xiao Shi is so powerful, Fu Ji may not be able to force her.

Moreover, Fu Ji was as well-behaved as a harmless cat in front of Xiao Shi.

She was worrying too much.

After figuring it out, Du Xiao's originally anxious heart finally settled down a little.

In that case, she would not ruin Fu Ji's proposal plan.

When night fell, Lu Shi was pulled to the rooftop of the hotel.

"What are you doing? Fu Ji, you seem strange today." Lu Shi looked at Fu Ji with a questioning look on his face.

"Tell me, are you hiding something from me too?"

"Laugh? You're still laughing?"

Looking at Fu Ji's smiling face, Lu Shi seemed angry and wanted to hit him on the head.

Suddenly, the originally pitch-black night sky seemed to be cast with magic, and instantly burst into colorful fireworks, gorgeous and dreamy.

Just like the plot in a TV drama, Fu Ji knelt on one knee.

At this moment, there was only Lu Shi in his eyes and heart.

"Will you be my fiancée?" His eyes were bright and focused, reflecting his landing figure and the brilliant fireworks.

Lu Shi was slightly stunned, and then a bright smile broke out on his face.

She gently stretched out her hand, and a diamond ring sparkling with dazzling light like a shining star was firmly placed on the ring finger of her left hand.

"Get up, the ground is cold." Lu Shi pulled up Fu Ji, who was still kneeling on the ground.

"By the way, who taught you this trick? There's no such thing as marriage these days."

Lu Shi stroked the huge diamond ring, curiosity flashing in his eyes.

Fu Ji spoke truthfully: "That woman taught me. She said this is the most intimate relationship."

"Others are trying to teach you, but now you don't even remember her name." Lu Shi held his forehead helplessly.

"She is not important." Fu Ji's expression was indifferent.

To him, no one else is important except Lu Shi.

"Other people have been busy planning your proposal. Even if they haven't contributed any credit, they've definitely worked hard. Today, I saw you, and you're still giving them the cold shoulder."

Lu Shi somewhat disapproved of Fu Ji's behavior.

What Du Xiao did at dinner today showed that she was planning to cling to him.

So Du Xiao is under his own protection now. Don’t let the flood wash away the Dragon King Temple in the future - one’s own people don’t recognize one’s own family.

"You know everything."

Fu Ji lowered his head guiltily, "Then I'll thank her tomorrow."

"But there is no marriage system now, so your marriage is in vain."

Lu Shi shook his head gently, showing a look of regret.

Hearing this, Fu Ji suddenly became anxious, "No, we can get married after we recover."

"What if I don't recover? Are you trying to trap me with just one ring?"

"No?" Fu Ji tilted his head.

"No way." Lu Shi raised his index finger and waved it in front of Fu Ji.

"The ring itself has no function, but the world has given it a unique value as a symbol of marital fidelity."

"Then what do we need?" Fu Ji blinked and asked curiously.

"Of course it's this—"

Lu Shi put his hand in front of Fu Ji, palm facing up, with two red ropes lying quietly on it.

The silver bell on the red rope sparkled golden under the colorful lights of the fireworks.

"What is this?" Fu Ji asked in confusion.

"The red string of Yue Lao, have you heard the story of Yue Lao?"

Without waiting for Fu Ji to answer, Lu Shi started talking to himself, "I guess you haven't heard of it."

"Yue Lao is the god who governs marriages in the world. Two people tied by his red string will never be separated."

"The red string cannot be cut by a knife, nor can it be burned by fire. As long as it is tied on, as long as your love for me continues, it will never break."

"It's amazing."

"Amazing." Fu Ji's eyes lit up.

"Then what are you still standing there for? You have one, I'll have one."

Lu Shi put one of them on him, and Fu Ji followed her example, carefully putting the red rope on her wrist.

He raised his hand and looked at his red rope, his eyes curved with joy.

He took Lu Shi's hand and his eyes moved between their wrists.

"Eh?"

Fu Ji seemed to have discovered something.

"Why is my red string different from yours?"

"Mine has an extra gold thread."

Lu Shi's expression was mysterious. "Because you specially asked for this one, it's more precious than mine."

Xie Yue specially asked for it. Repairing the red rope is much more difficult than asking for it, so it is naturally more precious.

But Yue Lao is really something. Is he afraid that she will be too bored, so he ties a red thread for her in every small world?

But, it’s pretty good, after all.

I don’t know if he heard Lu Shi’s words, but Fu Ji stared at the blood-red rope on his wrist, his eyes empty and blurry, and he seemed to be immersed in another world.

My heartbeat gradually quickened, almost jumping out of my chest, as if I had an inexplicable urge to break free from the stubborn shackles.

He subconsciously raised his hand and gently covered his chest. Through the thin layer of clothing and skin, he could clearly feel the rhythm of his heart beating under his palm, again and again, with a clear and powerful rhythm.

At this moment, some fragmented fragments began to flash in his mind, as if a memory was about to come out.

He saw many people, they were wearing different clothes, had different appearances, and even belonged to different time and space.

He saw a man praying before a statue and finally got the red string he had been longing for...

He saw a man walking on his knees up a long, steep flight of stairs. With each step, his knees clattered against the hard stone, making a dull sound. He clutched a broken red rope in his hand, his eyes firm yet revealing an endless sorrow.

He heard the name these people were calling: Lu Shi.

He also saw the appearance of "Lu Shi".

It wasn't the Lu Shi in front of him...

"Hey!"

"Hey! Fu Ji!"

"Hmm?" The images in his mind were suddenly interrupted. Fu Ji woke up as if from a dream. He blinked dazedly and it took him a while to come back to his senses.

"What are you thinking about? I've called you so many times."

"Also... you look so ugly..."

Lu Shi frowned and reached out to gently stroke Fu Ji's cheek.

But she discovered that no matter how beautiful the fireworks were, they could not cover up Fu Ji's pale face.

But when she looked again, the paleness seemed like an illusion...

Fu Ji slowly raised his head and said with a confused look in his eyes: "I seem to remember something, but suddenly I forgot it all... My head hurts a little."

Fu Ji tried hard to recall the fragments that had just emerged, but no matter how hard he tried, the previous memories seemed to be wiped out by an invisible hand, leaving no trace at all.

The only thing left in my mind was that red string...

"It's okay."

Although everything was fine, Lu Shi felt more and more uneasy.

It seemed like she had overlooked something important, and she couldn't remember it...