Chapter 1381: Chapter 1379 Deprivation and Bestowal
Addicted, huh?
Fu Qian certainly had no complaints about the witch’s shopping efficiency.
However, this seemingly thoughtful safety suggestion was t with sarcasm in his heart.
Hold tight, do I even have the hands for it?
Given our current physical structure, isn’t wrapping tightly more reasonable?
Clearly, she’s deliberately using this tone, as if she’s taking kids to an amusent park, to take advantage.
This whole journey proves she’s thoroughly enjoying it.
Yet considering she’s the Pontiff, carrying him as they stroll, Fu Qian wouldn’t bother to argue with her.
Of course, he never had any identity misunderstanding due to such behavior.
If the witch were truly the Red Moon, there wouldn’t be this level of inconvenience.
…
“Inspired by another moon?”
anwhile, treating the witch’s self-reference as pure improvisation seed overly coincidental.
Even during the last connection with the witch, when the Red Moon hadn’t yet found him, there shouldn’t theoretically be any interaction, yet Fu Qian was inclined to believe there was a reason.
“Found an interesting item while helping you pick things up.”
Sure enough, the latter let out a light laugh, clutching a shiny object and handing it over.
Almost at the sa ti, the light dimd, and the two figures silently stepped into that ruined canvas.
It’s indeed more graceful than last ti.
Without feeling any discomfort, amidst his awe, Fu Qian confird he was once again within the World Within the Painting.
And though the law had loosened, the painting exuded more of a Transcendent atmosphere, yet the place remained silent as always, just like when he entered last ti.
Even the light that had vanished from the sky didn’t return.
Even so, compared to Leytin in Doomsday, this place was fundantally different.
Quiet, gentle, like a safe house amidst a collapsing world.
Even when the witch entered, her deanor was relaxed, arms and feet swinging freely.
And at this mont, Fu Qian was looking at what was on her wrist.
An exquisitely delicate ring with tear-shaped dark red gemstones, it was clearly the ring from the Red Moon given to him.
…
“Compared to other items, it’s clearly sowhat special.”
Smoothly walking through the darkness, the witch moved as adeptly as she did last ti with Fu Qian.
And as she held up the ring for display, it remained unshaken.
“From it, I sensed clear concepts like the moon and affection…”
Indeed, the inspiration genuinely originated from the Red Moon.
Although the level of sensitivity challenged one’s understanding.
Just relying on an item to decode such high-level accurate concepts.
Is there really so special connection between the moons of these two worlds?
Speaking of which, the witch’s interference in the bookstore world, compared to the difficulty of breaking barriers to shuttle for assistance, was so effortless it was embarrassing.
“Its na is indeed Affection, sourced from a special entity in that world, with its external manifestation being a red moon, yet its state seems inadequate.”
In thought, Fu Qian shared openly with the witch.
“Its will is near madness, with its existence alike; I’ve seen the moon open its body, stretching out arms as tendrils.”
“It feels more like another higher existence was forcibly warped into a moon.”
Forcibly warped into a moon…
Regarding Fu Qian’s words, the witch listened seriously, clicking her tongue in amazent.
“Because to , power and symbolism almost accompany birth, so imagining how to achieve conversion is difficult… But one thing I can be sure of.”
She gazed at the ring in her hand, shaking her head slightly.
“Although it’s special, its essential power attributes are indeed entirely different from mine, which might support your hypothesis about distortion to so extent.”
“Besides this, during the past two contacts, I felt a similar power imprint on you.”
“Its reference to is indeed as ‘child.'”
The information provided by the witch was undoubtedly quite valuable, causing Fu Qian to naturally recall the content ntioned by the warehouse during his Pseudo-God Ritual completion— that the Red Moon, forever watching, had already woven a path of Divine Beings for him.
Reflecting on his career, the earliest could be traced back to his moon-gazing experience at Full Moon Garden.
Though the moon then didn’t exhibit such distinctive features.
The Red Moon’s bonds with him began from that mont?
Yet it was only when he used the ssenger to sync to the bookstore that further perception was achieved, thus driving Gulad’s minion to start the search.
The logic seed quite smooth.
…
“Such a precious gift, I believe this reference cos from genuine sentint.”
The ‘child’ notion evidently amused the witch into an eerie smile.
“Which is why I didn’t choose that option earlier, snatching away such Affection would be excessively cruel.”
Snatching would be cruel, so it’s given as a gift?
Regarding this heartfelt self-narrative, Fu Qian openly sighed.
“Does this place seem familiar?”
Seeing his reaction, the witch appeared even more delighted, so much so that she stopped in her tracks and brought up an old question.
“Of course, I even just visited.”
Fu Qian looked at the familiar gates of the Church of the Dark Moon, responding casually.
…
“It seems I still did sothing unnecessary though.”
But Fu Qian’s answer led the witch to a brief silence.
A light sigh later, the door opened automatically, revealing the magnificent hall behind.
Compared to his previous visit, it was even emptier and desolate, as the figure previously seated on the grand chair at the top was also gone.
“Still quite nice, at least with a lazy and comfortable posture, it looks very infectious.”
About the unnecessary part, Fu Qian clearly knew what was being referred to.
Seeing from the previous arrangents, after confirming the issue, the witch’s stance was very clear; she preferred not to make aningless sacrifices.
Not only did she refrain from summoning protection, but she also erased all related information about herself.
Just in this birthplace of the Dark Moon Sect, leaving a farewell with a minimal chance of receipt.
Yet just now, his reply clearly made her realize that it was this farewell he seized, eventually achieving that dangerous connection.
Lazy comfortable….
Fu Qian’s complint had a srizing allure, provoking one to black out.
“Oh, how comfortable?”
But, after returning to her own domain, arriving next to the bench, the witch had already adjusted her mood, casually asking an abstract question.
Hmm…
Thoughtful, the Temple Knight subtly pondered, the next mont a pale enchanting face erged bit by bit from that round body.
Facilitated by the comfortable posture draped across the witch, the styling was surprisingly coordinated.
“Look, this is how comfortable.”
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