PDLP Chapter 143 Past
Chapter 143 Past
Faced with the topic that fell into silence again, two of the three people present had unfriendly expressions, but Kafka was the only one who still smiled elegantly and calmly without losing her grace.
"What do you mean it depends on me? Was it me who made it sick?" Cheng An couldn't help but complain.
"It's actually very easy to understand. As a strange object, if it has sufficient power, it can exert its special functions. If it lacks power, it will naturally cease to exist."
"Isn't it up to you? You can control it."
Kafka finally spoke up now, giving her some hints indirectly.
“So is it really a pure and beautiful creation?”
"Yes. But the power in it is not all pure beauty. You will know the more detailed parts soon, there is no need to rush for me." And by that time, perhaps everything will unfold clearly before your eyes.
Upon hearing this, Cheng An fell into deep thought.
There are at least three forces on the music box, which Latio had told her a long time ago.
Kafka said that if you want it to stop, you should make it lack power. This is easy to understand, just like an electrical appliance, it can work as long as there is electricity. If you want it to stop working, besides turning it on and off, you can also wait until the power runs out.
The box had initially traded with her, saying that it would allow her to collect pure energy and thus accumulate the power to travel through time and space. Was this how it was "charged"? If this was true, then was it telling her not to practice pure beauty from now on?
She was a little dazed and confused for a moment.
She has been displaced all the way, suffered annoyance and losses, and tried desperately to get rid of Chunmei but couldn't. She has already embarked on this path and has her own strength. Now you tell her that she doesn't have to go on?
What a big joke!
"Ha!" For a moment she could not make any other sound except a sneer.
"It seems you need some time to digest the truth." The woman patted her head sensibly and then walked towards the door. "Fate has always been interesting and absurd, Xiao An, don't be impatient."
Kafka went out, leaving Cheng An and Ren standing there like wooden figures.
In the end, it was Ren who broke the silence in the room.
"Cheng An." He didn't say much, but just put one hand on her shoulder.
The girl was in a very bad mood, so obvious that anyone with eyes could see it at a glance. The low pressure all over her body was as real as a substance.
After listening to the conversation between the two, Ren understood the general situation. In short, the box used threats and tricks to make Cheng An do things for it. Now if she wants to get rid of this threat, it seems that she has to do something she is very unwilling to do.
Cheng An felt the strength on his shoulders, heavy and with a hint of warmth, which was a silent comfort.
She took a deep breath and forced herself to cheer up. It was not like her to be depressed and silent. Besides, the box had never said a single truth from beginning to end. What if collecting pure beauty was not its real way of charging?
It has so many sources of power. What if it has so much bad luck that it feels so much fun that it can absorb the power of joy?
Besides, even if it really needs to stop practicing pure beauty before it can cut off the power, can she really just watch everyone jump into the fire pit?
Just because of this kind of thing, she turned into a villain who watched coldly from the sidelines? Why? She had only been revolving around it during her trip to the other world. Who was alive and who was dead?
"Damn it! You just want to disrupt my spiritual mind! I won't accept it!" She shouted this indignantly, making Ren, who knew nothing about her mental activities, feel confused for a moment.
It happened quite suddenly. How come the child was so depressed just now and now he is so excited?
"There must be another way, Brother Blade. I won't believe anything this box has ever said, so it must not be what I thought, right!"
She suddenly grabbed Blade's arms with both hands, her eyes were frighteningly bright. Blade had no idea what she meant by "I thought so", but it didn't seem to have much of an impact.
Because Cheng An obviously just wanted to hear someone affirm her, without any reason, logical basis, or even someone specifically saying it.
He understood, and didn't mind being that person, doing what she wanted. So the tall man looked into those eyes and nodded, "You're right."
The scene looked familiar. It seemed that he had responded to the girl's nonsense words in the same way when they first met. But compared to that time, his approval now was more sincere.
The girl was obviously happier after receiving the affirmation. The corners of her mouth finally raised and the low pressure around her was no longer there.
Ren also relaxed a little.
But when he thought of his friend who had remained silent and endured deception and threats for so long, he wanted to sigh. It was not easy for everyone, and the youngest one kept the secret the most. Of the five of them, no one realized her difficulties.
"Thank you for your hard work over such a long time." His voice was low and mixed with sighs.
"It hasn't been that long, actually," someone said this to her again, but she didn't cry this time, "In comparison, it's even harder for you."
Jingliu, Ren, Bai Heng, the demon's Yin body tortured everyone equally, and even now she couldn't help but worry about Jing Yuan when she looked at him.
Everyone has been trapped in their own difficulties for hundreds of years, and I have only passed through different nodes. All in all, it has been only two years.
"He has really improved." Ren was somewhat emotional. He was relieved to hear that the child had been as lively and cheerful as ever for seven hundred years.
From this point of view, it has actually changed.
Becoming stronger is another matter, but she has also become more honest. She has grown from being controlled by others to being able to solve everything, which is a good thing.
"So, do you have anything else to say?" The man had no expression on his face as usual, but it was obvious that there was still a lot left to say in the conversation between Cheng An and Kafka, so while the man was still willing to talk, he asked another question.
"Hiss——" The girl took a breath when she heard this.
To tell or not to tell, that is the question.
Now that things have come to this, it should be okay for her to just tell me everything except her identity as a player and knowing the plot.
After all, Blade is now a Star Core Hunter, and Elio guessed that the truth would be revealed in the script sooner or later. Instead of letting others expose the truth, it would be better for her to confess it herself.
So Cheng An told the story, bit by bit, like pouring beans, from how he was brought to Luofu by the music box more than 700 years ago, to how he practiced the transaction of exchanging pure beauty for power, and then to his repeated travels through time to accumulate pure beauty power.
The story is true, but she has carefully processed it. She deleted all the parts related to going home and guiding to a good ending, blurring the real purpose, so the process can be interpreted in many ways.
Rofu seven hundred years ago, Tsyganiya, back to Rofu, Argon-Apache, Rofu met Blade and Kafka (in this part she disguised the first time she saw Blade since traveling through time as real amnesia caused by forced travel through time), Yalilo, and finally came to the Immortal Boat.
The story is full of ups and downs.
Only then did Ren realize that this person had not actually experienced any length of time. She stayed in each time and space for a few months before traveling to the next place. In the blink of an eye, a hundred years had passed.
He didn't know what to say for a moment, and couldn't even tell whether this was fortunate or unfortunate.
Since being eroded by the power of abundance, he rarely has such complex emotions. People who suffer from the devil's yin are extremely happy and sad, and their emotions are often strong, pure, and come suddenly. It is difficult for people to control their behavior and it is difficult to accurately experience complex and multi-layered emotions.
But today, he felt clearly for the first time in a long time what it felt like to have mixed feelings.
The man took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He looked at Cheng An quietly. Because of his silence, she seemed to regret saying these things, and her face showed that she wanted to say something but stopped.
In the end, Ren simply reached out and touched the top of the girl's head, just as Kafka had comforted her before leaving, and repeated what he had said.
He said, "Thank you for your hard work over such a long time."