Collapse Immortal

Of course, because he followed the path of proving the truth through force, and was also a quick-made illiterate immortal, Fang Ning's methods of changing his fate were relatively simple and crude.

There is no problem in forcing someone to prolong their life, but if someone destined to be poor wants to be rich and powerful, then he has no choice.

However, no matter what, in this world, Fang Ning could calculate the fate of everyone, even the aliens in the mountain village were no exception.

But he couldn't figure out the fate of the little girl in front of him.

Inside the wooden house, after counting again on his fingers, Fang Ning gave up, looked down at the little girl, and after thinking for a moment, decided to give up on using force.

It's not that he's timid, but he's not sure how high the little girl's status is and how strong she is. As a half-useless immortal, it's better for him to be safe.

But the wood carving of Mebius must be taken back.

Fang Ning reached out to grab the wooden sculpture and was about to pull it away at lightning speed when a pair of hazy pink eyes opened.

"..."

His breathing stagnated, but Fang Ning did not let go. Instead, he began to pull the wood carving out bit by bit.

"what……"

The pink-haired little girl made a childish sound similar to that of a baby, showed a baby-like innocent smile, and shook her arms to make movements similar to that of a baby.

Except that they were not babies, they were exactly the same as those Fang Ning had seen in the hospital.

Of course, the same goes for holding onto something.

Fang Ning raised an eyebrow. This situation... didn't seem like reincarnation. Could it be similar to the Tianshan Tonglao who dispersed his power to start over?

Huh? Who is the Child-Father of Tianshan?

Vague memories flooded into his mind, and Fang Ning immediately felt a strong nausea. A certain cognition rooted deep in his heart kept emerging, causing him to feel an extremely strong disgust towards himself.

The spirit sword moved as he thought, and it seemed to have the power to kill himself.

But the next moment, the Demon-Slaying Technique started to work on its own, and Fang Ning's vague memories instantly disappeared, and his mind became clear again.

A burst of fragrance accompanied by the smell of blood entered Fang Ning's nose, and she found herself being held tightly in someone's arms. She could hear an incoherent babbling sound in her ears, but she could sense the comfort in the tone of voice.

...It was obviously cut.

Without leaving the girl's arms immediately, Fang Ning raised his palm and placed it on her back, burning his soul to heal all the injuries.

The girl giggled because of the itchiness as her wound healed.

After doing all this, Fang Ning wanted to get up and leave this warm and soft chest, but she didn't expect that the girl would start singing again after laughing.

It's a tune I've never heard before, and it seems like it was improvised, and the lyrics are completely meaningless.

But it sounded nice, with a natural beauty, so Fang Ning didn't interrupt her and continued to lie on the girl's chest and listen to the song silently.

It was not until the girl could no longer make up a story that he left the embrace that made him want to stay there forever.

Walking past the pink little girl who was constantly scratching her head, thinking about what to do next, Fang Ning reached out and picked up the Mobius wooden sculpture beside her. After staring at the girl and thinking for a moment, she decided to raise her for a while.

No matter what the future holds, at least for now, he wants to spend more time with this little girl.

When she can speak and communicate normally with others, she will be sent to the welfare home in town.

This town is nice, so she will live a happy life.

Fang Ning herself still had to go find Mebius. Her fate was destined to be extraordinary, but also full of dangers, so it was not suitable for her to bring her child along.

Fang Ning also didn't want this child to get involved in those things. If she was willing to stay here, then even if the world was destroyed, he would have a way to keep this place alive.

Outside this world, there are many small worlds. Although they seem fleeting to the outside world, for the creatures inside, it is at least a thousand years.

Fang Ning can still cut out a small world and make it last forever.

This has nothing to do with strength, because he is a true immortal and a person who upholds the Tao, so that's fine.

Afterwards, Fang Ning called Sister Ceria to help the little girl clean up - mainly to change her damaged clothes, and then planned to take her to town.

One reason was to buy some daily necessities and food. Although he himself had no needs and could survive without food or water, the child could not.

Secondly, it is also to take her to meet the residents of the town. After all, she will live here in the future, so the sooner she gets familiar with the people here, the more convenient it will be.

Putting the little girl on his lap, Fang Ning held her waist with one hand to hold her in place, and with the other hand pressed the start button on the handlebar. The wheelchair started and instantly sped off at a speed comparable to that of a motorcycle.

Only Sister Ceria was left standing in front of the cabin, speechless.

After so many years, people in the town naturally realized that Fang Ning was not sick at all, but simply liked to sit in a wheelchair.

Or in other words...wheelchair racing.

The key point is that there is nothing wrong with him racing, but the children in the welfare home also learned it and even organized a wheelchair racing competition, which is now in its fourth year.

Several children who left the orphanage as adults even became enthusiastic about becoming racing drivers, although none of them succeeded.

Sister Ceria sighed helplessly. Apart from her strange hobby of wheelchair racing, Fang Ning's most obvious characteristic was that she was growing slowly. She looked like she was seven or eight years old ten years ago, but now she looked only like a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy.

And according to him, he is already 20 years old.

This made her, a woman in her thirties, really envious. Although she didn't have to worry too much about her age when facing children all day, women still wanted to be younger after all.

Come to think of it, the pink-haired kid just now was only about thirteen or fourteen years old. If the two of them were together, they wouldn't be misunderstood by the people in the town, right?

After all, she often forgot that Fang Ning had lived here for ten years.

……

"Oh, what's up? Bringing your girlfriend to read again?"

As soon as they entered the bookstore, the owner teased Fang Ning. He rarely saw Fang Ning in his shop. He frequently visited other shops, but never this one, which made him, as the owner, very embarrassed.

"It's been half a year, why are you still holding on to this?"

Fang Ning, who had changed into summer clothes, drove the girl in the little skirt away and watched her sweetly give a flower to the boss. She used a half-baked "Here's a little hair" to make the old scholar-like man laugh while stroking his beard.

I give flowers to everyone I meet, and I don’t know where this habit came from.

I have to accompany her to the woods to find beautiful flowers every day. It's so troublesome, but for the sake of the wreath she gave me...

After giving the flowers to the boss, the girl turned to look at Fang Ning and the wreath on his head, smiling particularly happily.

Although she doesn't recognize all the characters, it doesn't stop her from liking to read. She can't read books that are all text for the time being, but that doesn't stop her from reading comics or something like that.

It is also fun for girls to look at the pictures, read the texts that they half understand, and guess the content.

Although sometimes they go in opposite directions, the stories in her heart are all beautiful stories and no one wants to expose them.

After accompanying the girl to read a book in the bookstore, Fang Ning took her back to the wooden house and began to teach her reading and writing as usual, and also taught her some carving.

Because the girl said she wanted to give everyone in the town a little wooden sculpture of herself so that they could be happy every day.

Although this sounded a bit narcissistic, Fang Ning had to admit that the people in the town really liked girls. If there was a small wooden sculpture of her in front of them, they would indeed feel a lot better.

The girl learned very quickly. By the autumn, she had almost recognized all the characters. After learning that the stories in the comics were completely different from what she had imagined, although she was a little depressed, she soon began to choose books to read on her own.

She only read books with happy endings. Although the process was difficult, the ending was always full of hope.

However, after the girl acquired full reading and writing abilities, she began to worry about another thing.

"A name? You want me to choose one?"

In the orchard, Fang Ning peeled the apples off the tree with a snap of her fingers, while the girl held the basket high under the tree and staggered to catch them.

If it weren't for the girl's request, Fang Ning, the lazy guy, would probably never help the gardener harvest fruits in his life.

"Yeah, everyone has a name. I want one too."

The girl lowered her arms, hugged the basket, and made a lovely childish voice, which sounded like the advantages of white sugar and flowers combined into one, and you never get tired of listening to it.

"It's no use acting like a spoiled child. With my level of education, I'm sure you, a little girl, won't be satisfied with the name I give you."

"Tell me about it, maybe I'll like it."

"Okay, let me think..."

"How about the pink fairy?"

"It's cute, but it's not a human name at all. Hmm... you can call yourself that from now on."

"Then I can't think of a +0-3? It's game over, go figure it out yourself."

"Ah, why is this like this?"

The girl felt a little lost. She pouted and looked at Fang Ning, saying:

"That's how you see me? I want a reference."

"this one…"

Although she wasn't quite sure why other people's opinions had to be considered when choosing a name, Fang Ning still honestly expressed her feelings.

"To me, you are like a lovely elf in a fairy tale, pure and beautiful, but not untouchable like an elf. Your occasional temper always reminds me that you are not an illusion and that you are always by my side."

"I always thought you were some kind of higher being, but your emotions are more human than human. You're enthusiastic and lively. Everyone in this town loves the beauty you bring to them and hopes you can continue to bring beauty to them."

"You too?"

The girl looked up at the boy in the wheelchair, her eyes fixed on him, but she felt inexplicably nervous.

"..."

Fang Ning didn't say anything, but stared at the girl's crystal clear pink eyes. After a long while, she looked away and nodded silently.

The girl laughed and was very happy.

Chapter 8 "Aliceia"

Vostok-51 is a small town in the north with distinct four seasons. The scenery in each season is particularly beautiful and distinctive.

The scenery of the four seasons is all included in it. Spring, summer, autumn and winter are all beautiful.

After experiencing her first spring, first summer and first autumn in her life, the nameless girl welcomed her first winter.

"Wow! It's snow!"

The door of the wooden house was opened, and a tightly wrapped pink ball looked at the snow-white world outside the door with wide eyes.

The snow that fell last night was not heavy, but the remaining snow was enough to cover the backs of the feet, and the woods were covered in silver.

The girl lay down and stepped on the snow outside the door, making a creaking sound. Then she walked out of the room, stepping on the snow, leaving one small footprint after another.

After a moment, she closed her eyes, listening, feeling, and breathing the first winter of her life.

Fang Ning turned her wheelchair and came out of the wooden house. She glanced at the girl who was walking farther and farther away, then glanced at the small wooden stool not far in front of her, and refrained from speaking.

As expected, the pink ball tripped over the wooden block, and with a snap, a human-shaped hole appeared on the snow.

The girl quickly got up from the snow, brushed off the snow on her body with a red face, turned around and saw the green-haired boy in the wheelchair who was trying to suppress his smile.

The slightly red face suddenly became puffed up, her eyes rolled, and she began to squat down and gather the snow on the ground.

Seeing this, Fang Ning immediately turned the wheelchair and ran towards the town, and began to laugh wildly.

Along with the laughter came snowballs the size of human heads.

One chasing and the other fleeing, the two came to the town playing and fighting.

Raising his hand to brush off the snow stains on his hair, Fang Ning turned to look at the blushing and panting girl beside him. He reached into her clothes and touched the back of her neck, revealing that she was sweating a lot.

The girl shrank her neck uncomfortably, but did not move away.

"You're sweating so much so early in the morning. Be careful not to catch a cold, Miss Pink Fairy."

"It's all because of you being mean, and..."

The girl looked at her furry cotton-padded jacket, then at the boy in autumn clothes in the wheelchair, and said dissatisfiedly:

"Why do I have to wear so many clothes? You don't have to."

"Because it looks cute."

Fang Ning pinched the little balls on the girl's clothes seriously.

"But I'm cute."

"It'll be cuter this way."

"Is that so? That's not impossible. As expected, a cute girl like me looks cute no matter what she wears!"

The girl naturally said something that was almost narcissistic, but if it was indeed the case, it couldn't be called narcissism.

"Okay, Miss Pink Fairy is the cutest. Let's go to the welfare home to play with Sister Ceria and the other children."

After saying that, Fang Ning patted her thigh and waved to the girl again.