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"Well…"

Yanqing got up from the bed in a daze and found himself sleeping in the general's guest room. A ragdoll cat was squatting on the chair, tidying up Jingyuan's clothes.

When the Ragdoll cat saw Yanqing wake up, he immediately jumped to the door and shouted.

"Meow (Jingyuan, Yanqing is awake, come quickly!)"

"I'm coming." Jingyuan walked into the room wearing flip-flops and holding a bowl of porridge.

"Yanqing, you've been sleeping for several days. Have some porridge first."

"Is there anything you want to eat? I'll make it for you later."

"How do you feel physically?"

Jingyuan sat next to Yanqing with a hint of worry between his brows. The ragdoll cat jumped to the bowl and blew hard.

"General...Fat Cat, I...no, where is Feiyu?"

"Where is Feiyu? I remember." Yan Qing felt a headache.

He only remembered that Feiyu knocked him unconscious.

Jing Yuan was silent for a moment, his eyes flickered, and he smiled faintly, "Before leaving, Fei Yu plotted against me."

"Using you, I was forced to take action."

"At present, the company is vigorously pursuing him. Don't worry, there will be no trouble for the time being."

"He left you a sword as a thank you for using it."

Yan Qing clutched the quilt tightly, his lips trembling as he suppressed the mixed feelings in his heart, "It's good that he escaped."

“——That’s good.”

"General..." Yan Qing said in a low voice.

"I'm listening." Jing Yuan reached out and stroked Yan Qing's head with a gentle tone.

"I want to become stronger."

"I want to find Feiyu...even if he defected from the Immortal Boat."

Yan Qing's face was shrouded in shadow, and the emotions in his eyes could not be seen, but his tone was resolute.

"Go ahead and do it, Yanqing."

"You also have your own choice, don't regret it." Jing Yuan's face was calm, he couldn't tell the truth.

This is too cruel for a child.

Legend has it that when the King of Camelot truly loves someone and willingly allows himself to be eaten, a "miracle" will occur.

This sentence is actually incomplete.

Both parties should be sincere.

But no one has ever known about that "miracle".

Jing Yuan looked at the sword on the table that was emitting a blue glow. Apart from the "miracle", he checked Yan Qing's body several times and found that not only had he been reborn, but he also contained a huge power.

But it is still sealed and Yanqing himself cannot notice it.

“Meow (Stop being silent, drink your porridge, your health is the most important thing.)”

"Meow (Jingyuan, let's go to the kitchen later and make some fish soup for Yanqing.)"

The Ragdoll cat stared at the two of them, patted the table with its paw, and meowed a few times.

Jing Yuan came back to his senses, asked Yan Qing to finish the porridge, told him to have a good rest, and left the room with the Ragdoll cat.

In the room, Yan Qing got off the bed, his fingertips stroking the flying sword, and he remembered Fei Yu's words, "Your sword cannot cut off grudges."

"Yanqing, you are really too weak."

A gust of wind blew and the curtains fluttered.

Yan Qing murmured, "Fei Yu, how powerful does my sword have to be to redeem all this?"

The child's voice was hoarse and confused.

Through the crack in the door, Jingyuan and the Ragdoll cat were secretly observing, one man and one cat, one above and one below.

"Meow (Is Yanqing okay?)"

"no problem."

"Meow (Then let's go buy some groceries. Calculating the date, there's a vegetable stall having a sale today. Don't miss this opportunity. The fish they sell is so delicious. I've passed by it a few times while doing quests...it smells good.)"

"Buy, buy, buy. I know you're a little greedy."

"Meow (Aren't you also a greedy cat? Don't you like the fish I cooked?)"

"Of course I do."

Jingyuan and the Ragdoll Cat walked away happily.

Yan Qing remained silent facing the sword.

After a long time, he sheathed the sword.

-

That was many years later.

Yanqing could no longer remember the exact number of years.

He has been looking for Feiyu.

Every time he participated in a war and every time he went to a new place, he would chase the traces of flying feathers.

Luofu's streets have been renovated in many places, and countless stores have opened and closed.

Snowflakes were floating in the sky, like tiny white feathers, or like fallen pear petals, scattered here and there.

Today is Chinese New Year. Red lanterns are hanging under the eaves on both sides of the house. The wine shops and tea stalls are bustling with people everywhere.

Yan Qing was walking on the street with two swords hanging behind him.

One is called Feiyu and the other is called Zhuyue.

He was no longer young, with a slender figure, dressed in a blue and white suit. He was as tall as the general of that year, with calm and unmoved golden eyes.

Up ahead, a child shouted to him excitedly.

"Master, it's too slow, hurry up!"

"Yuanyuan Cat, Nian Nian Cat has run away, let's go set off firecrackers together."

"I recently discovered a new way to play with it. I put a cup on it and it pops open. It's so fun!"

"I'm coming right away. Please take care of me occasionally as I've been dealing with official business for the whole day." Yan Qing smiled helplessly, shook his head and walked forward.

What a naughty child! Playing with firecrackers by covering them with cups is no longer novel.

Covering dog bowls is popular now.

Although this is really bad fun.

Walking among the crowd, Yanqing suddenly saw a wish wall displayed next to a stall.

Wish cards from old customers are randomly displayed above.

Yan Qing took a quick glance and suddenly found the one he had written hundreds of years ago.

[In the future, Yanqing will surely become an outstanding sword master, and Feiyu will always be safe and sound by his side. Yanqing will also definitely heal Feiyu's tail and make it beautiful.]

The card is yellowed, but the writing is surprisingly clear.

"Has it been hundreds of years?" Yan Qing muttered, a little distracted.

People who cannot be found, promises that cannot be fulfilled.

He was strong enough, but he couldn't save everything.

Just like Jingyuan said.

Something will occur if it belongs to your life, if not, do not push it.

"Please make way, please make way, and leave a place for my wish wall to be displayed."

A noisy sound rang in his ears. Yan Qing turned his head and saw that not far away, the boss in black had also set up a wish wall to let the crowd retreat.

The two families are in a competitive relationship and have been fighting for hundreds of years.

That direction——

A scene flashed through his memory, and Yanqing walked over subconsciously.

Among the messy sticker cards, there is one in the shape of a unique little mermaid.

It says.

【The cold sea will warm up again under the sunshine.】

【We will meet again eventually.】

Can this be called a miracle?

Yanqing reached out and touched the card, his heart filled with nostalgia.

I can hardly remember it anymore, but that doesn’t stop me from looking for it.

But how long can I hold on?

Time will not spare anyone on the Immortal Boat, including him.

He knew clearly that there was not much time left.

A bitter smile appeared on Yanqing's lips.

At the moment of loss, an extremely subtle, almost inaudible call, like a wisp of smoke, drifted past my ears, but warmed my gradually cooling heart.

"Yanqing."

Yan Qing was stunned and looked back.

The night deepened, and people were everywhere. In the mottled light and shadow, one person slightly raised the red umbrella in his hand, his eyes slightly curved, and smiled at him.

The falling snow gradually subsided.

Yan Qing's eyes trembled slightly, and after a long time, the corners of his mouth rose.

People look for him thousands of Baidu.

Looking back...

But that person is there,

A dimly lit place.