Xingtie: After my death, Liuying will understand love.

Chapter 701 An Ming is trapped in the gentle array Ying Xuan competes for glory Shura field

"don’t worry."

Ten hours later, Ying put her cheek against An Ming's chest and whispered, "I told Liu Ying in advance."

An Ming, who was originally in the sage time, had a question mark pop up silently above his head. The words were obviously normal when separated, so why were they so horrible when combined into a sentence?

Can you make a pre-war declaration directly to the enemy now? This is even more arrogant than Kaito Kidd's warning letter. Simply converting it is equivalent to March 7 showing an indifferent expression of the Emperor of Heaven and saying to Liuying in a cold voice: "Tonight Anming is mine alone. Remember that, Xiaoyingzi?"

An Ming: “…”

An Ming, who was originally a little timid, was suddenly frightened awake. It seemed that as soon as he opened the door, he could see Fireflies carrying out a scorched earth operation. This was definitely one of the most terrifying nightmares.

Ying noticed the change in An Ming's mood and chuckled, finding it particularly funny. Her violet eyes were full of smiles.

"It doesn't matter. In the realm of Shanna, the flow of real time is only about ten minutes." Ying saw An Ming's expression with the aftermath of the Shura Field and the corners of her lips slightly raised.

She had heard the storytelling of Hou Anming Shura Field from Xing before. The first chapter of the storytelling was:

[An Ming is trapped in a gentle array, Ying Xuan competes for glory in the Shura field]

It tells the story of the romantic debt incurred by the dream king of the sea An Ming, and the first battle in the Shura field is also the memorable first meeting, which is a tit-for-tat confrontation between the first dream girl Liuying and Luofu Taibu Fu Xuan.

Ying didn't expect that there would be a storyteller here at first, while Xing showed a nonchalant expression, "It's boring to be a cheerleader all the time. When you have nothing to do, you have to eat melons. If you eat too much melons, you will naturally be able to tell stories."

You know, Xing's favorite thing to do is that whenever a new dream girl comes to the train, she will directly pick up the small bowl and place it in front of her, pat the wake-up stick, take out a small folding fan, clear her throat and begin to vividly describe An Ming's legendary Shura field.

Although the legendary Shura Field King An Ming had already crashed, the ups and downs of the Shura Field legend can still be passed down in the Starry Sky Train.

Just like that, after arriving at the Starry Sky Train, Ying would go to the hall to listen to Xing's storytelling in her spare time. Over time, she understood it in much more detail. After all, what she knew about the Shura Field before was only a concise outline, and the part told by each person was different.

For example, in the Shura Field story that Fu Xuan casually mentioned, the robin was always beaten by her with the Lifeless Sword until its feathers fell all over the ground. However, according to the robin's story, it was just the opposite. The arrogant Taibu was suppressed by her with Taichu Youwei until his little pearls fell off.

In the end, Xing's comments were more objective and accurate. Thanks to Xing, Ying was able to understand the story of An Ming and the other girls of her dreams in a short period of time.

After Xing finished telling the story, Sakura would give her the Edo Xing trash can blind box as a thank you. Xing's eyes lit up after seeing the blind box, and she kept saying that the next time she tells the story, she will definitely make Sakura's role invincible and become the queen of the Shura field.

Ying's mouth twitched, but she still rejected Xing's kindness.

Thinking back to the present, Ying covered Fei with the quilt, then turned to An Ming with a gentle smile on her face: "You should go back and rest too. I have also lifted Setsuna's domain."

An Ming was stunned for a moment before he understood what Ying meant. She was taking the initiative to set aside the remaining time for him to go and see what was going on with Liuying.

At times like this, we must thank the practicality of the Momentary Field, which can truly transform An Ming into a time management master and he no longer has to worry about not having enough time.

The corridor of the train was still immersed in the silence of the night, which reminded An Ming of some subtle memories. Normally, he seldom left his bedroom in the middle of the night, but once he came to the corridor, he would be caught within three steps due to various accidents.

Sometimes it is the magic tricks of fireworks, sometimes it is the playful stealing of the little bird. In short, boys must pay attention to safety when they are outside and not be tied to the bed ().

An Ming recalled the lingering strangeness he had sensed from San Yueqi these days, the most obvious of which was the look on her face that always seemed to want to say something but was hesitant. It turned out that San Yueqi was still the innocent girl whose thoughts were written all over her face.

But since San Yueqi chose to remain silent, it means that the matter must be extremely complicated. Perhaps at this time Liuying is more suitable to play the role of the caring big sister.

Before going to Ying's room, An Ming went to communicate with Liuying, hoping that she could observe the situation on March 7 more closely. He wondered if there would be any progress tonight.

If even Liuying can't do it, he will have to find another way.

An Ming quietly pushed open the door of Liuying's bedroom. Under the soft night light, he saw the little firefly sleeping soundly while hugging his Q-version pillow. His breathing was even and long, and it was obvious that he had fallen asleep.

However, even in his sleep, there was still a hint of weariness between his slightly furrowed brows, silently telling of the weight of his heart.

Looking at the pillow, An Ming was a little amused and confused. He remembered the mass production plan of An Ming's big-head pillow that Huo had mentioned before. He planned to give a sample to each dream girl for free, and swore on the life of Aha, the God of Joy that she respected the most, that there would be no strange things stuffed in the pillow.

The big-head pillow in Liuying's arms is obviously a sample made by Hanabi. Lady Hanabi is not only an excellent kid, but also very good at making dolls.

Although, An Ming still wants to complain that this big-head pillow looks very "smart" and too tangy.

An Ming sat on the edge of the bed, reached out his hand and stroked Liuying's hair. Seeing the fatigue between her eyebrows, he had no intention of disturbing her rest.

"Good night, Yingbao."

Having Liuying around really makes An Ming feel at ease, and Liuying has always been very reliable.

An Ming leaned over and kissed Liuying lightly on the forehead. Then he silently adjusted his sitting position and sat on the edge of the bed waiting for Liuying.

After gently holding Liuying's hand, his slightly furrowed brows quickly relaxed, and even his breathing became much easier.

An Ming just looked at Liuying's cheek, and from time to time he reached out his hand and gently stroked her hair.

By the early morning, thanks to her biological clock, Liuying had already gotten used to getting up early. When she opened her hazy eyes, she found that she had slept soundly last night. Could it really be the effect of Anming's big-head pillow?

She subconsciously retracted her fingers, but a nostalgic warmth came from her palms.

Only after he subconsciously grasped the warmth in his palms did the figure in Liuying's blurry vision gradually solidify, replaced by a clearer silhouette. This time it was no longer an illusion or performance of Huohua.

It’s An Ming.

An Ming was sitting on a chair beside the bed, leaning forward slightly in an uncomfortable posture. He was fast asleep at this moment, but one of his hands was still able to hold her hand firmly.

The distant light of the sea of stars outside the window quietly flowed in, gently covering the cheek of her beloved boy like a veil.

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In fact, I felt much better after taking two days off at the beginning of the month. Now I feel fine~

Tonight is midnight. I should write 1,000 words for the next chapter. I will finish it when I wake up in the early morning.

love you~