Xingtie: After my death, Liuying will understand love.

Chapter 498 I Feel That Sunday Is the Real Tsundere

Fu Xuan poured the sweet tea into the teacup and pushed it in front of An Ming. His amethyst-like eyes were calm. "Why, are you planning to leave for a while?"

"I want to go to Izumo alone. According to the star map, I can wait until I reach Luofu Star Region before going there. I should be able to return within a week."

An Ming showed a flattering smile and helped Master Taibu massage his shoulders back and forth, kissing his little face from time to time.

If he really dares to go to Izumo without saying a word, Lord Fu Xuan will directly sacrifice the invincible Sword of No Life, use blood as a guide to cross hundreds of star fields to get An Ming's dog head, and use a nuclear bomb falling attack on him.

Although Fu Xuan is a classic tsundere, but tsundere and tsundere, there is another tsundere in front. An Ming has not forgotten the experience of being fucked in Luofu.

This revisit to Luofu might awaken some strange memories for Fu Xuan. It would be interesting to see him being stabbed again.

Then everyone in Luofu will have another chance to watch Xuan Tianzun and Niao Tiandi fight until the road is broken.

"Oh."

Fu Xuan pouted and glared at An Ming unhappily, "When you come back, I will take your little bird and run away, so that you will never find it in your life!"

"How could that be? I know Xuan'er is most reluctant to part with me."

The best way to deal with a tsundere is to be direct. An Ming easily broke through the armor with just one sentence.

Fu Xuan snorted, turned his head and kissed her, his eyes gentle and passionate.

After parting their lips for a long time, Fu Xuan bluntly put forward his request, "I heard that Izumo's casting technology is world-class. I don't mean anything else. I didn't ask you to bring back a gift. I don't want an exquisite dagger."

An Ming laughed dryly a few times, "Okay, okay, I will definitely not bring back such an exquisite dagger." He had reason to suspect that the dagger was brought back just to be stuffed under the pillow and used to stab him.

Fu Xuan then smiled, stretched out his small foot in cotton slippers and kicked An Ming, "When you come back, I will reward you."

This has taken care of Fu Xuan's side. An Ming breathed a sigh of relief. The next step is to prepare to go to Izumo. Before that, he can give Yingbao a call.

As for Hanabi...An Ming had reason to suspect that she had been eavesdropping somewhere, and maybe she would see the familiar fox mask as soon as she got down from Izumo.

"Hey, Sanyue, don't you want to say something to An Ming?" Xing squinted her eyes, "For example, say something like 'I'm going to freeze your ass to pieces with my bow and arrow'."

"What do we use if it's frozen to pieces?"

Sanyueqi blinked her eyes innocently and said, "Besides, I'm just going to Izumo and will be back soon." In fact, what Ms. Sanyueqi really meant was that she would not say a word before she became the envoy.

Furthermore, since she has not been dreamed of until now, doesn’t that mean she will be the eternal “Sister March 7th”?

When she thought of this, San Yueqi felt both amused and helpless, but she was also very curious about what had happened in the past when she met An Ming.

Although she no longer had the initial obsession with past memories, she still couldn't help but recall them if An Ming was there.

Maybe, she meant maybe, at some time in the past, she and An Ming had a profound love affair, which was more romantic and grand than any story in a novel.

The girl always couldn't help fantasizing about their future and past, just because she loved so deeply.

Walter, who was drinking tea not far away, looked at Ji Zi with a silent look, "You said, the future nameless guests will not all be the descendants of An Ming, right?"

Ji Zi almost choked when she heard this. Before answering Walter, she looked around at the unknown passengers in the train and said with a smile, "At least Pam and I are not the girls of An Ming's dreams."

"..."

The corners of Walter's mouth twitched slightly, and he could only show a complicated expression, but he had a feeling that the lineup of the nameless guests would continue to expand.

It is not clear whether this is a good thing or not. After all, this may be the most powerful moment for the Nameless Guest after Akivali.

This is truly an era where there are as many people walking on the road of destiny as there are dog messengers roaming everywhere.

Walter had a deep premonition that once the average level of combat power reached a certain level, it would mean that an opponent with a higher ceiling would soon appear.

As the saying goes, the invincible enemy comes from the sky. Perhaps there is another world above the universe, where the star god is the starting point of destiny.

Ever since before Pinocchio, Walter had had a premonition that the storm in the entire universe seemed to be gathering around An Ming, and those key figures related to the final stage of destiny would eventually gather together on a certain planet.

That will be the decisive battle that determines the future of the entire universe. However, until now, no one can see who the real enemy is in the depths of the universe.

But the wheel of fate will not stop, and the Star Train will inevitably reach its final end at some point in the future. Perhaps it will be able to find the final path to open up at the end of the universe.

I thought the star I met in the space station was the center of my destiny, but who could have imagined that there would be another dreaming star god, An Ming.

Even the slave of fate had never witnessed the future in the script... Walter sighed deeply, not noticing that the empty cup of tea in his hand had been refilled with steaming hot coffee.

After taking a sip, Walter showed an expression that said, "For Jizi's self-esteem, use the Flame Fist on your taste buds." He looked at Jizi standing beside him and quickly drank the coffee silently.

An Ming almost laughed out loud as he sat at the bar not far away, drinking the sweet tea made by Fu Xuan and expressing how wonderful life was. Before in Yuque, Fu Xuan had not learned any other Fus, but he was quite proficient in sweet tea, even to the point where he could open a shop on his own.

"Please take your seats, passengers. The train is about to start moving—"

Pam's voice sounded again, and this time they were really preparing to teleport. It was the little bird's first time to take the Star Train, so she knelt on the soft sofa in advance, staring at the starry sky outside the window with her beautiful blue eyes without blinking.

Robin raised his phone, took a photo and sent it to Sunday, so that Sunday wouldn't have to bother An Ming again and wouldn't be satisfied until he saw his current situation from there.

An Ming was so annoyed that he had the illusion that Sunday was the real girlfriend. He checked on her frantically every day, but the person he wanted to see was actually Robin.

I feel that Sunday is the real tsundere. He would rather ask An Ming than ask the robin.