Chapter 166, Plain and Ordinary (Two in One)

Feng Jian Liuli did not take the cup he handed over, but poured the water into the tray of "failed biscuits". Then he propped his chin up and said calmly:

“I may have been fooled.”

"be cheated?"

Gongqing raised his eyebrows vividly and repeated it.

Fengjian Liuli nodded, her eyes fixed on the tray.

The water inside was still shaking, and the freshly baked biscuits slowly sank into the hot water.

"Something happened inexplicably," Feng Jianlili held a knife and fork, slowly stirring the water in the tray, and the biscuits were slowly dizzy and broken into pieces, "and then I found that I really like cooking."

The king looked at Feng Jian Liuli's forehead with his golden eyes, thought for a moment and said, "Girl?"

"Boy."

The king will be thoughtful.

The window was open and a breeze blew in from outside.

"Is he a boy who looks like a girl?" asked General Wang.

Feng Jian Liuli was silent for a moment, "A boy in the biological sense."

"She must be very pretty, like a little girl."

As the general spoke, he stretched out his hand, which was wrapped in black rubber like tree bark, and touched Fengjian Liuli's face. The latter did not resist at all, and changed to an impolite sitting posture with his hands behind his back, leaned back, pressed his right foot on the ankle of his left foot, and raised his face.

Fengjian Liuli's appearance is indeed outstanding.

The soft, jet-black long hair draped freely over her thin shoulders, exuding a faint floral scent.

Her long hair was spread out backwards.

He slowly raised his head, his face was as pale as paper, only the corners of his eyes were a sad blood red.

He was wearing makeup, his fair and delicate face was indifferent and negative, but he had a unique charm. He looked like a fierce ghost from the depths of the underworld, but his figure was graceful and charming, like a peerless beauty wrapped in gauze, which made people's hearts flutter.

Like strong liquor stained with blood.

Feng Jian Liuli recalled Utsunomiya Shuo's appearance and said, "Not bad."

"Are those cookies for him?"

"They are just some test subjects," Feng Jian Liuli shook her head, "It seems that I am not suitable for these."

"How could that be? How could there be any incompatibility in the world? It must be the other party's fault." General Wang said with a smile.

Fengjian Liuli raised her head and looked at him without any sadness or joy, without responding.

He knew that General Wang was a performer who always loved to tell him his theories, hoping to brainwash him and also craving applause.

"Remember the girl named Sakurai Kogure (桜井さん)?" Wang Jiang stroked Fengjian Liuli's face with his palm, "She went to Thailand, probably for you. She wanted to attract your attention, if..."

The king withdrew his hand, picked up the silver knife and fork beside the tray, and stirred the biscuits and water.

The cold edge of the knife tip reflected the light.

"...Give these things to her, the child will definitely be very happy." said General Wang.

Fengjian Liuli's gaze was fixed on the ceiling.

"What you said is very troublesome," Feng Jian Liuli stretched and slowly stood up, "She is just a girl, right? Or is there something special about her?"

"The Dragon King I know would not do such things." The general said with a smile.

"Yeah."

Fengjian Liuli's clothes are a white robe, which looks very girlish when worn on his thin body.

He stood quietly in the middle of the carpet in a plain white suit, with his long black hair loose.

“All the happiness in the world is like a fleeting flower in the shadow of the moon; only loneliness and pain always accompany us in the depths of the underworld.”

He sang without looking at anyone.

"Should I find a teacher to teach me?"

"Forget it. What about you?" Feng Jian Liuli looked down at Wang Jiang, "You came here just to tell me this?"

"I want to rest at home, too," Wang Jiang shook his head and continued, "but I've been worrying about you, little girl. You don't care about your own affairs at all."

"Really?" Fengjian Liuli glanced at him lightly.

"Yes."

"Then General Wang, you are such a good person." Fengjian Liuli suddenly laughed.

When General Wang heard this, he was obviously stunned, as if he had not expected it.

Today, Ruri Kazama was particularly aggressive.

"Of course I can't be considered a good person," the general said slowly, "Are there really good people in the world? Can you be considered a bad person if you don't do good things? You have always had a beautiful heart, are you a good person or a bad person?"

As the general spoke, he used a fork to pick up the softened biscuits from the tray and put them into his mouth.

Then he took another sip of water.

Then he stood up, walked beside Fengjian Liuli, and put his arm around his shoulders. His black leather hand contrasted sharply with his plain white robe.

It's like a devil stuck to an angel's forehead.

"Like Tachibana Masamune, can he be considered a good person? We have stopped the research on evolutionary drugs, but more and more deadpools appear out of nowhere, and demons are everywhere in the neon night." Wang Jiang held Fengjian Liuli in his arms and said as they walked, "Those people improved my evolutionary drugs, and the drugs are more potent, but I have never been able to find out where those drugs came from.

"Here, in Neon, is there anything I can't investigate?"

"Are you implying that it was Tachibana Masamune who secretly created Deadpool?" Kazama Ruri walked slowly beside him.

"Yes, in Neon, besides us, which other force can create Deadpool? Don't forget, the eight families of Snake Qi have the files of all ghosts, and only they know how to find ghosts one after another and induce them to become experimental subjects. I guess Tachibana Masamune controls two groups at the same time, one group creates demons, and the other group cleans up the mess. Your brother who is responsible for cleaning up the mess never knows that the things he wants to eliminate are precisely created by his family." The king sighed quietly, "There is no justice in this world, and the so-called friends of justice are just moths flying into the fire."

The two men walked to the window, and General Wang pushed the door open. A strong wind rushed in, and Fengjian Liuli's long hair was like poplar catkins in the wind.

Under the dark clouds, the golden cone pointed straight to the sky, as if a flaming sword was about to cut through the sky.

In front of them was an observation deck 250 meters above the ground. From this highest point in Tokyo, half of the city was in full view, with every household crawling at its feet.

The king would loosen his grip, put his hands behind his back, and walk to the edge like an emperor.

As long as the wind is a little stronger, it will blow him down.

The man turned sideways leisurely, and a strange smile appeared under his white mask.

He pointed down and said, "Look at this city, my little girl. It's like an old man lying in bed. The neon lights can no longer hide its ugliness. This city should be burned down so that we can build a more glorious country on the ruins."

Fengjian Liuli didn't say anything. He looked at the lights and revelry below, where every household had a light on.

There are shadows in front of the window.

"Yeah."

Fengjian Liuli responded indifferently.

"Of course! Of course! Old things will always be replaced by new things. That's what the Roman Emperor Nero did. He hated the decaying city of Rome, so he burned it down and built the extremely magnificent Golden Palace on the ruins." The king turned around, with his back to Fengjian Liuli, and continued, "We will also have that day when we will light the whole world on fire and build a new country of our own. When Tokyo burns down, I will definitely stand at the highest point of Tokyo Tower to admire it.

"It must be beautiful." It sounded like an exclamation, but also like a declaration.

The next second, a silver arc cut through the night sky, scattering dazzling black and red colors.

The attacker was standing behind him, holding the silver knife that the king had just used.

The dinner knife was stained with black and red, which dripped down the tip of the knife.

Wang Jiang covered his throat with one hand, and red liquid kept pouring out of his mouth. The wind was very strong and he was about to fall.

Wang Jiang held the door frame with one hand to stabilize his body and looked at the boy behind him in disbelief.

The attacker failed to push General Wang into hell as he wished, so he suddenly exerted force, stepped on General Wang's body, jumped up, and straddled his shoulders - compared to General Wang's previous actions, his behavior was more like that of a madman.

Half a meter behind was the 250-meter hanging area. If he fell down, even the Dragon King would be smashed into a yellow and red meat pie. Moreover, at this moment, the two of them were supported by only one pair of feet. The supporter had his throat artery cut, and his whole body fell backwards. Most of his body was submerged in the strong wind in the night sky. He was held by one hand, and the hand holding the door panel was trembling slightly, and he might lose strength at any time.

Fengjian Liuli, who was sitting astride Wang Jiang's shoulders, bent her waist and lowered her head. Her long black hair fell like a waterfall, as if the curtain of the stage had been lowered, covering the faces of Fengjian Liuli and Wang Jiang.

He kept waving his hands like a conductor in a stage play, and blood spurted with every wave... Finally, it became thinner and thinner until it could only flow down his neck into his suit.

Ding-dong-

The crisp sound of metal clashing.

Fengjian Liuli's hand stopped, her knuckles slowly loosened, and the dinner knife fell to the ground.

The sleeves of his long robe fluttered in the wind and rain. He slowly raised his face, which was dyed red. His originally white face was dyed into a glazed pattern. He was as beautiful as a peerless fairy, but with a lion-like smile.

His judgment was correct. Wang Jiang's bloodline was terrible. Feng Jian Liuli even felt that Wang Jiang's bloodline was not inferior to that of this extremely evil ghost. This dead man had his face drooped, the blood in his body had been drained, and the bloody smell in the air was blown away by the wind. But he still stood, holding the door tightly with one hand. It is conceivable how strong this demon's desire to survive was before his death.

But he won.

The king is dead.

He thought this would be a very difficult task, and even thought he would fail at one point.

But it worked.

The king will not be as powerful as he thought.

Fengjian Liuli jumped down and easily wrestled Wang Jiang's hands away - the dead man's strength was nothing to him.

He stared at the white noble mask and reached out to take it off.

He was very curious about what the face behind the mask looked like... Was it an ordinary middle-aged man with a square face, or an old man with wrinkles all over his face, or was it a woman? Anyway, he didn't think it was someone of his age. He could smell the rotten smell of the other person through the mask.

"Ok?"

Fengjian Liuli stroked along the king's jaw, but couldn't find the edge and straps of the mask. It did feel like stiff rubber, but it fit perfectly on his face.

This gave him a terrifying guess.

Fengjian Liuli had a ferocious face.

He can kill living people, so dead people certainly can't scare him.

He simply gave up looking for the edge and started to pull the wrinkles on Wang Jiang's face outwards with his fingernails.

He used a lot of strength but failed to pull it away. The corpse was lifted up by his force, and the mask was still stuck to General Wang's face, as if the mask had grown on his face - he had no choice but to step on General Wang's shoulders and squat there.

tear-

It was like super glue being torn apart by huge force, or like a rubber band breaking after being stretched to the extreme.

This sudden feeling of relief makes people feel cold.

He actually tore his skin, revealing the bloody subcutaneous tissue.

Fengjian Liuli raised his hand dully and looked at the front of Gongqing, where there was that familiar pale smiling face; he turned over dully again and tilted his head to look at the back… First there was the dazzling red and white color, dripping, and through the thin layer of blood and flesh, one could see the yellow behind.

That's skin.

Fengjian Liuli suddenly threw the mask out of the window. He used such great force that the mask flew several meters against the wind.

He climbed up with his hands and stumbled out.

It seemed as if the ghost of the king general was still lingering in the room.

……

The next day, he got up from bed and the first thing he did was to throw the gorgeous white robe into the toilet - he slept with his clothes on last night.

Now that I've had a good sleep, I feel much more awake.

The king is already dead, killed by his own hands.

He had no need to be afraid of a dead man.

He cleans himself in the shower.

The sound of splashing water...

The gorgeous white robe was stained with General Wang's blood, and in his eyes it looked as disgusting as if it was crawling with maggots. For someone who loved robes so much, he threw this handmade robe by a famous master into the toilet and flushed it away.

The warm water rushed over his head and face. In the misty mirror, he watched his makeup being washed away bit by bit, leaving only a white, slightly thin face. Without makeup, he was not stunning, even a little mediocre. But he liked the mediocre boy in the mirror so much, as if he had returned to his childhood. Water and fire washed away all the dirty, gorgeous, and colorful things, so that he could return to the past.

Finally, he came out naked and found the pure cotton white shirt and straight cotton trousers, a pair of comfortable gray sneakers, and a baseball cap in the deepest part of the closet.

These clothes have been hidden in the closet for a long time, and now I finally have the chance to wear them.

He looked at himself in the fitting mirror and felt purified. People who wear this kind of clothes can be seen as people who live a simple life, as simple as the sunshine.

He plans to sign up for a cooking class today.

Although General Wang is dead, his advice is still good. Having a teacher can really help you get twice the result with half the effort.

He wasn't going to wear makeup anymore.

The plain white face made him feel very comfortable, it was simply wonderful.

Fengjian Liuli adjusted the brim of her hat and went out with a smile.

Then, he stopped.

Smile frozen...

Peeling off bit by bit...

Falling off bit by bit...

"What's wrong, little girl? Are you worried about something?"

In front of him was a smiling masked face of a noble.

　It’s not that I don’t appreciate the monthly ticket, it’s that I’m hurt.

　　Tired heart.

　　I can't trust it at all.

　　Thank you all for your monthly tickets.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)