This Venerable One Really Didn’t Abandon My Familiar

    [Prologue]

    The sky was dark.

      The mountains and forests are swallowed up.

    Feng Ci stood up against the wind in the hustle and bustle, looking into the depths of the whirlpool.

    There is a thin figure standing there.

    The black robe was empty in the gust of wind, the long hair hanging down at the waist showed an unhealthy dry white, and a thin and pale hand stretched out from the robe.

    As if feeling Feng Ci's gaze, the man suddenly turned his head, revealing a pair of gilded eyes under his hood.

    He looked at Fengci from a distance, his eyes seemed to be joyful, but also a little sarcastic.

    —"You're late."

    The world overturned in an instant.

    Feng Ci suddenly woke up.

    Insects buzzing in my ears, Feng Ci closed his eyes in the dazzling sunlight, and heard the people beside him speak.

    "Next, why don't you continue?"

    The speaker was a boy of six or seven years old, looking at him with bright eyes.

    There were several friends of the same age beside the boy, and they all began to urge: "That's right, tell me, what happened to that saint?"

     Feng Ci was sitting on a park bench, her slender arms resting on the back of the bench. He tugged at the loose neckline and let out a sigh of relief through this action: "What else, Qianqiu Shengzun defeated the big devil, successfully retired, and went into hiding."

    "...That's it?" The little boy who started talking was obviously a little disappointed.

     Fengci asked him, "What do you think it should be?"

    "You should marry a beautiful daughter-in-law and have a few more babies!" said the little boy, "It's written like this in the novels."

    "It's just..." Some people even agreed.

    Feng Ci burst out laughing, and tapped the little boy on the forehead: "How old are you, how old are you all day long?"

    Just as he finished speaking, a shout came from not far away: "Fengci, you are telling the dolls a messy story again, their homework hasn't been written yet!"

    The one who shouted was a slightly fat middle-aged woman. She came over while taking off the apron on her waist and shouted to the group of cubs: "Go eat!"

    The little cubs dispersed.

    Before the little boy left, he touched a lollipop from his pocket and stuffed it into Fengci: "I'll come back tomorrow, remember to give Qianqiu a better ending!"

    Feng Ci opened his mouth, but the little boy didn't wait for him to speak, and ran away.

    Fengci shook her head helplessly, tore off the candy wrapper and put the sugar in her mouth.

    "I said, can you do something serious?" The woman reprimanded.

    Besides this civic park is a large-scale orphanage. The children just now were all orphans in the orphanage.

    The woman is the nurse of the orphanage.

    Originally, some orphans and elderly people in the welfare home like to stroll in this park, but I don’t know when a young man came.

    In his early twenties, he looks handsome, but he is not very serious, and he always likes to gather a group of children to listen to him tell stories.

    The general of the interstellar empire, the researcher of the future world, the king of the chaotic times, it sounds like the real thing, it can be said for a day. And what I like to tell the most is the fantasy story of Qianqiu Shengzun pacifying the world and saving the common people.

    The children in the hospital are not in the mood to go to class now, and look forward to hearing stories every day.

    Although Feng Ci is usually a fool, he is easy-going, and his temperament is very different from the idle **** on the street.

    Therefore, the woman does not dislike him, but rather hates it.

    "I said, it's better to find a job while you're still young, why do you like the old man in the yard all day long, knowing how to walk birds and flowers and go to the park?"

    Feng Ci contained sugar, and his words were a little vague: "Then why doesn't the old man go to work?"

    "They're retired."

    "I'm retired too." Feng Ci spread his hands and looked innocent, "I've retired for many years."

    The woman couldn't hold back and rolled her eyes.

    Feng Ci has been wandering around here for a few days, of course the woman has inquired about his origin. He never shy away from talking about his own affairs, but the problem is, he said he came from another world, he said he had saved thousands of lives, he said he was chosen by heaven and would live forever.

    Fools believe.

    Wind Ci's eyes are sincere: "I really didn't lie to you..."

    There are countless large and small, independent spaces in this world, which are collectively referred to as the Xumi world. There are three thousand worlds of Sumeru, and the time flow and social development of each world are different, and there is no intersection.

    Fashion is from another world.

    "Forget it, I'm leaving anyway." Feng Ci stood up and patted the hem of his clothes, "It won't get in your way in the future."

    The woman was stunned: "Where are you going?"

    "Go and do business." Feng Ci tilted his head for a while and said with a smile, "In your words, should it be called retirement and reemployment?"

    If you receive the gift of heaven, you should obey the dispatch.

      His responsibility is to pacify those disasters. The last time this ability appeared was three thousand years ago, when the demons invaded and the world was about to face a catastrophe that was almost destroyed.

    And the most recent one, just now.

    After 3,000 years of retirement, he has to be pulled back to work.

    Fengci chewed the candy in two or three bites, threw the candy stick gently, and threw it into the trash can in the distance. Then she turned around and said to the woman: "Tell me, I will start tomorrow. won't come."

    "Huh?"

    But his expression was serious, and there was no hint of a joke on his face.

    "Then you..." The woman had an indescribable feeling in her heart, she paused, "Will you come back in the future?"

    "Who knows."

    Not to mention that the time flow of the two worlds is different, in the face of catastrophe, no one can guarantee that the whole body will not retreat.

    The fate of this life is uncertain, but Fengci did not have any sadness or reluctance on his face. On the contrary, when he spoke these words, his tone was relaxed and pleasant, and his eyes lit up slightly.

    As if it were something to be happy about.

    "Let's go." Feng Ci waved his hand, turned and walked in another direction.

    "Huh? You—"

    The woman didn't expect him to walk so freely, and subconsciously wanted to stop him, but she didn't know what to say. In a blink of an eye, the people were gone.

    A bleak autumn wind suddenly blew on the artificial lake, blowing the ginkgo trees around the lake, covering the ground with golden color.

    The words just disappeared in this autumn wind.

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