Chapter 148: Do You Have a Dao Fruit for Me?

The scene in the little farmhouse courtyard was lively; thick earthy smoke mingled with the gunpowder smell of firecrackers, the kitchen wood burned, wisps of pale smoke drifted from the chimney, people chatted about all sorts of topics seven mouths at once, and mahjong tiles clattered against the table with thuds.

In a wisp of cold spring wind, Miss Kelaien smiled as he played on his phone, feeling his mental state had steadied even more—losing control? What was that?

Seeing Su Lin approach with a dark expression, he used his Faceless ability to rapidly shift the micro-expressions on his face, pretending nothing was the matter.

"What's wrong?" Miss Kelaien raised his right hand, his fingers at an angle in a blind spot of vision, a few transparent tentacles sprouting from his thumb to delete the history, close Douyin, and asked.

"Nothing." Su Lin pulled over a bench and sat down. "Forget it."

Su Lin stood up again and walked toward the house, casually pulling out a few red envelopes; he glanced back at Miss Kelaien and said, as if talking to himself: "The hunter dies of loyalty, the witch dies of love—so what does a man who just wants the drama die of?"

Miss Kelaien didn't understand, he only felt that Su Lin carried a hint of agitation, the laid-back slacker vibe had shifted a little.

He thought for a moment, decided to keep watching the high-quality male Su Yulin's courtship video—so this was also a way to vent stress, what a talent, a fine seedling for the Seer pathway, the Clown potion would be digested in an instant.

'Lu Mingfei's situation happening to me would be no fun at all.' Su Lin's emotions were hard to describe; the situation described in the diary was simply more complicated than the microorganisms in those few buckets of pickled-cabbage beef noodles he ate with a production date before March 1st.

'The key thing is… this really isn't an urban farming novel, unfortunately, I'm very disappointed in you, you dog of an author.'

Su Lin's nephew saw the red envelopes in Su Lin's hand, put down his Li Xin from 3-11 in his own hands, and ran toward Su Lin, deliberately making weird noises with his mouth.

"Ahahaha, red envelopes are here~~"

Watch less internet videos…

"The fruit goes here." Su Lin said.

"Alright, thanks, Xiao Su."

"Don't mention it, Uncle Luo."

Su Lin handed out red envelopes to the other little ones one by one, while thinking things over in his head.

The contents in the diary were incomplete—that was normal; aside from holding grudges, he never wrote the key information down in detail.

'I just want to live forever and leisurely enjoy life, all this nonsense…'

Fear comes from the unknown; now the future situation was a little clearer, and the situation with those things in the system shop was also clear.

'The thing one year from now I can temporarily not worry about; worst case I'll learn from Weigong Shilang and wander the myriad worlds, lay low until my strength is enough, then return to One's Own World.'

'But I still have to say one swear word, **.'

If I didn't have more than one cheat right now, I'd really have ended up living like the way it was in the diary.

Luckily, face was saved now; no need to show my face online as an influencer like he did, and this world was saved too.

Su Lin recalled the description in the diary after May 17th.

【Month 0, Day 0, Year 03: I offer the ash-magic of the Funeral Love Family to the beautiful 0; I officially join Oasis Construction, start my old trade, and at the same time abandon face and shame.】

【June 3, Year 03: I became a locally famous internet celebrity, and bought a ghost-fire scooter with Huabei on the side, hahaha, doesn't matter anymore…got caught by traffic police today…】

【July 19, Year 03: After days of selling myself I earned 1 yuan, can't go back…once I prove my Dao, I'll cut down all the humiliation of the mortal world…】

He didn't have to go through all that; in front of the many group friends he was still that powerful, mysterious cheat-god image.

Su Lin thought of how his debut was the world battlefield itself, his first pot of gold measured in units of w, and couldn't help but sigh in relief, feeling a little sympathy for that other self.

Now there was still another problem.

"Fala…"

Ability, Fala…so the people from those prop stories would actually show up too.

When Luo Shengying returned to the room, she saw Su Lin handing out red envelopes to a few kids while slipping in a set of Five-Year Gaokao Three-Year Mock Exams.

Her ears were sharp; she heard what Su Lin had just murmured.

"This is for you." Su Lin stood up, walked over, and took out a red envelope.

"Thanks, cousin." Luo Shengying said with a smile.

Su Lin extended his right hand. "Can I have the vault door card back?"

Su Lin didn't plan to keep pretending with them. Su Lin knew what kind of person he was; on the point of self-awareness, he was very self-aware.

'Based on my understanding of myself, he will absolutely look for entertainment at my expense.'

'If it were me, I'd do the same—not only no guilt, the fun would even double.'

Su Lin thought of that super-large collection vault; the original stock inside should be quite a lot, right…

Su Lin planned to tell him the generous story of his good friend Old Lu.

'The future me should have a lot of good stuff, right?'

Luo Shengying was stunned for a moment, then took out that grey-white card. "When did you notice?"

"When I entered the house." Su Lin took back his original card, compared it with the other one in his hand—they were sequential numbers—and put both cards into his system backpack.

"How did you do it…no, do you know what the situation is right now?" Luo Shengying's expression was complicated; this person was always unreasonable, always able to do the unexpected.

"I more or less know." Under the blessing of Heaven's Will, Su Lin's vision and standing were both pulled extremely high; Su Lin glanced oddly at the doll on the satchel. "Where is he?"

"After lunch, at the top of Yunshan, waiting for you."

"I don't want to go, tell him to come back and find me."

"He said the lottery has a buff bonus there."

"I'm going right now!" Su Lin lifted his leg to set off, but seeing Ye Fan and the others come back in the door, he figured after lunch would do—he wasn't going to run anyway.

"Were you just saying Fala?"

"Yes."

Su Lin nodded, then thought for a moment and asked tentatively: "What's the relationship between you, Fala, and that me…?"

Luo Shengying was silent for a moment, took out her phone, and opened her photo album.

Ye Fan and the others, guided by Miss Kelaien, wanted to come into the house to chat with Su Lin; Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan held a grilled fish in his hand—he had just controlled fire to grill it by the lake.

Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan shook the grilled fish in his hand and asked: "Want some fish?"

Luo Shengying tapped a picture in her album. "Rather than that name, I want to ask you—do you like white-haired characters…"

"For example, Yi Leina."

Bang bang bang—

The sound of firecrackers rang out.

Amid the firecracker's roar a year departs; the spring breeze brings warmth into the Tu Su wine.

But Su Lin did not feel any warmth—he was now attempting to see if he could use the blessing of Heaven's Will to control the reverse flow of time into a river.

His toes curled tight inside his sneakers. He glanced at the co-pic on Luo Shengying's phone, his expression calm, and said, "I've been off the otaku train for a long time now."

That sentence was true.

"I just remembered I have something to do… hahaha…" Yi Leina laughed awkwardly twice, as if she had heard some strange remark, and stepped back two paces—only to have Ye Fan and Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan each grab one of her sleeves.

The scene fell utterly silent. Luo Shengying turned her head to look behind her: a handsome, bright-eyed youth and a slender man with pitch-black eyes, both wearing teasing smiles on their faces, and also a grey-and-white-haired…

"Little sis…"

"Spill the details!"

Zhongli had a faint smile at the corner of his lips, arms folded across his chest, quietly watching this side.

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Qingshan stood tall, the flowing water never ceased, and occasionally the chirping of mountain sparrows rang out from within the green woods.

Inside an abandoned Daoist temple on Yunshan Mountain, tiny particles danced within the intruding golden sunlight; weeds sprouted from the cracks between the stone slabs on the ground, the grass and trees lush and full of life.

In the center of the temple's courtyard, a human figure stood outside the collapsed roof-beam, inserting three sticks of incense into the bronze cauldron that had grown a patina of copper rust.

He wore an ancient-style purple long robe, brimming with noble air; at the waist, shoulders, elbows and other places were patterns of strange beasts.

"You've come."

"I've come." Countless light particles gathered together into Su Lin's figure.

"You shouldn't have come."

"Then I'll leave."

"……" The future Su Lin had not expected someone to refuse to catch the meme; his own sense of humor still needed cultivating.

"Right, do you have anything to give me? Like a Dao Fruit, a Dao Fruit, or maybe another Dao Fruit—that sort of thing." Su Lin's eyes held anticipation.

"No…"

"Tch."

"What's that attitude of yours?"

"Nothing, don't mind it."

"I just came to ask you something." Su Lin took out a small notebook and asked, "About twelve years from now, the detailed situation."

"Hurry up, spit out all the settings and plot."

That figure in purple robes, with an identical face, pinched his chin and pondered for a moment, then said:

"Everything has to start with this world's special quality…"

End of chapter.