*[Promising Future Chat Group]*
Jingliu: "So, it was the power of Propagation?"
Wangshu: "Yeah."
Jingliu: "..."
Wangshu: "..."
Jingliu: "..."
Asta: "You guys... are starting again? What kind of encrypted call is it this time?"
Wangshu: "I don't know what to say. I seem to understand the truth of the situation now; I brought this disaster."
Jingliu: "I don't know what to say either. In order to find the remnants of Propagation, I endured untold hardships, countless trials, and survived near-death experiences multiple times before finding them."
Yet, as it turned out, because their powers were one hundred percent compatible, Wangshu saved himself nearly a millennium of arduous trekking and torment without blowing away a speck of dust.
Nearly a millennium!
Asta: "So, are you okay? @Wangshu"
Wangshu: "I guess I'm fine... Anyway, there are no follow-up consequences to the event so far, and I don't feel like I've been possessed. The power of the Propagation remnant just showed its face, and then inexplicably vanished without a trace."
Jingliu: "The remnant of an Aeon is naturally not material; you can understand it as fragments of rules. And the fact that the pressure has disappeared now can only mean... It has found a host."
Wangshu: "..."
Asta: "Sounds like someone is done for."
Asta: "I'll ask Madam Herta to see if she has any clues or solutions."
Jingliu: "Actually, it's fine. Although I don't understand the composition of this group chat, the borrowing of power within the Group Member Cards module doesn't seem to have strict limits on frequency or duration. As long as the connection remains..."
Wangshu: "Senior Jingliu~"
Wangshu: "Whether it's here or the future you, both are so gentle."
Jingliu: "..."
Gentle? It was rare for anyone to call her gentle.
Let it be.
The Shackling Prison was as empty as ever. Feeling the upper limit of her internal energy visibly shortened by a section, Jingliu calmly extended her hand and rang the emergency call bell that Jing Yuan and the others had specially installed for her, connecting directly to the outside world.
A moment later, the voice of perhaps a certain General sounded over the comms.
"The previous plan... has encountered some unexpected situations." Jingliu spoke to the void, her voice flat and waveless. "It might... need to be delayed for a while longer."
It couldn't be helped; consider it making up to her past self. She also needed a long time to adapt to her current power.
Anyway, her own plans were not in a rush for the moment. Who knows, if she dragged it out a bit longer, she might coincidentally catch up with the War of Gods scheduled by Destruction.
...
*Star Calendar Year 6299, Outside the Cangcheng Alchemy Commission.*
Wangshu stood on the steps in front of the Alchemy Commission, holding Little Jingliu, who was wrapped tightly in a bath towel and a small jacket, her bare feet exposed. He watched as the Xianzhou natives and Foxians on the long street were only now trickling in.
As one of the Six Commissions, the Alchemy Commission's status and existential significance were rather awkward, and few people lived nearby.
"Little Wangshu, do you think Fate will punish us?"
Jingliu buried her face in his shoulder, her voice muffled.
The previous bad woman, Huoshi, had already left. She really wanted to struggle free and tell Little Wangshu that he should learn to protect his virtue, and stay far away from those bad women.
But when Little Wangshu had hurriedly carried her out just now, she hadn't even had time to put on shoes.
"Is Fate going to stick its foot in this too?"
Wangshu felt his mind was already muddled. Speaking of which, didn't transmigrators usually have a period of time to develop?
Why was this happening one thing after another?
Cough, cough. Meeting the bewildered crimson eyes of Little Jingliu in his arms, he coughed lightly twice and hoisted the little one up a bit higher.
"It doesn't matter." His smile was bright and beautiful. "Because in a certain sense, the first person I saw when I came here... was Little Jingliu. Doesn't this show that Fate is already standing on our side?"
Little Jingliu blinked blankly. Could it be interpreted like that?
She had always thought the location where Little Wangshu first appeared was planned by her future self.
"You didn't even know where you would be when you came here?"
After reacting, her eyes widened into circles, her crimson pupils filled with disbelief.
Wangshu: ...
I don't even know why I transmigrated, okay?
"Little Wangshu..."
Jingliu's tone suddenly became a bit complicated.
Wangshu fell silent. Smile. Smiling can never be wrong... Senior Jingliu, you were really cute when you were little.
The journey back was quite peaceful, though occasionally people rushing to the Alchemy Commission would gaze at this rather 'shocking' combination—a young man holding a girl who was wrapped only in a bath towel and clearly barefoot, fresh from the bath. Anyone who saw it couldn't help but let their imagination run wild.
"Sigh, I don't know if our current image will be spread around. Maybe we'll even end up in tomorrow's Cangcheng Daily."
Jingliu sighed heavily. She rested her small head on Wangshu's shoulder, extending a small hand to quietly point at passersby. It was okay; there didn't seem to be any students from the Academy, so the probability of her being gossiped about tomorrow was low.
"I don't think ordinary citizens like us will attract that much attention, right?"
Probably.
"I don't think our image looks like ordinary citizens... When you carried me to the Alchemy Commission earlier, it was like flying in the sky."
Jingliu muttered in a low voice.
At that time, with the cold wind rushing into her mouth, she wanted to say she seemed fine but couldn't get the words out.
However, this seemed to be the power of her future self... Sigh, if only my future self were a good person.
"It's fine. Since I can borrow Little Jingliu's future power anyway, worst case scenario, we'll run away from home and live somewhere else."
Wangshu thought for a moment and spoke half-jokingly.
After all, he could now: 'Hold the Emperor hostage to command the nobles'... Although thinking this way was unreasonable, considering the atmosphere among everyone in the group was very good.
Hearing this, Little Jingliu tightened the clothes around her again. A slight smile suddenly rippled across her tender face beneath her wet hair.
"True. Since the future is so bad and has accumulated so much power! It's only right for us to be willful!"
"Wangshu! Let's go out and play! Let's go explore the Starskiff Waste Port!" She suddenly lifted her face, looking at him with sparkling eyes.
Because she was usually alone, Jingliu wasn't actually very familiar with these scenic spots, but she was familiar with the Starskiff Waste Port; classmates used to drag her there often.
"Now?"
Wangshu looked at the false night sky overhead. Now?
Didn't my icy-clever, obedient, and cute Jingliu always believe in sleeping when it was time to sleep?
"Yes, right now!"
Jingliu raised her small face and nodded heavily, her little expression filled with eagerness to try. In the past, she couldn't find anyone to chat with at night, so a good sleep schedule was naturally developed.
But now, she wasn't alone at home... Hmm, then perhaps she should look for the true reason she loved life!
"But I have to go change my clothes first."
*[Promising Future Chat Group]*
Jingliu: "Speaking of which, how is my past self's mood right now?"
Jingliu suddenly remembered something troubling. If Wangshu were a normal person, he would definitely keep pictures of group members' childhood embarrassments.
Wangshu replied instantly: "Very happy!"
Jingliu: "Are you sure?"
Wangshu: "I am ten thousand percent sure about this one thing!"
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