Regarding the question of whether one thousand lives are enough to beat Honkai Impact 3rd.

Fu Hua let out a helpless sigh, and with her icy hand, she lightly tapped Su Qing'an's forehead as if blaming her.

"You even have this expression when you're asleep. What, do you think you've done a great job?"

The words were meant to be reprimanding, but when they came out of her mouth, they were so tender and comforting.

Perhaps only in moments when there is no response can a celestial being reveal such a rare side of himself.

Fu Hua stopped talking and gently stroked the boy's hair.

As she felt the touch between her fingers, she suddenly realized that his body temperature was so cold, as if it held the wind of winter.

What exactly did you do in the Stigmata Space?

If you wake up, would you mind telling me?

Even though Yan said words of blame, Fu Hua knew that she didn't blame him.

It's understandable that she's been fighting for so long.

Whether they were warriors who witnessed the last moments of the previous era or immortals who had protected China for five thousand years, they all had an unwavering conviction that they could never relinquish.

The same should apply to Su Qing'an, so Fu Hua naturally wouldn't blame him.

When it's time to fight tooth and nail, fight tooth and nail; when it's time to give up everything, give up everything.

You'll regret it if you don't do it this way.

If we don't do it this way, we'll regret it.

Therefore, Su Qing'an, who worked hard to the end and achieved the desired outcome, should absolutely not be blamed.

It would be more appropriate to applaud this courage and choice.

People who can earnestly pursue their own path are truly outstanding.

But... my emotions are beyond my control.

It would be unpleasant if this person got hurt.

It would be unpleasant if this person never woke up again.

Are they friends? Or teacher and student? Because of that vague sense of déjà vu, my relationship with him seems strange, yet comforting.

Su Qing'an is a very strange person. He is lonely and serious; he loves cats; he is not good at expressing his ordinary emotions, but sometimes he is also stubbornly cute.

But overall, he is a very pure person.

She doesn't dislike people like that.

A breeze without source stirred the lake of my heart, and in the vast emptiness of my mind, it seemed as if waves were quietly surging and rippling.

The girl smiled and sighed:

"Really, this is the last time."

"Su Qing'an."

Despite saying he didn't care about worldly emotions and disliked unnecessary shackles, the immortal still made his decision.

In the brief moment that words rolled down like jade beads, a feather detached itself from the illusory boundary and drifted down.

God's Key o Feather Crossing the Dust.

For immortals nowadays, each use of Feather Crossing is a drain that is difficult to recover from.

But she used it twice in just one day.

The reason given for both instances was related to a boy he had known for less than six months.

Su Qing'an.

The feather drifted slowly to his forehead, then fell into a more mysterious realm as if it were not a physical object.

The girl's delicate and refined face had paled slightly, clearly indicating that using Feather Dust again in less than ten hours was no easy task for Fu Hua at this point.

One of the reasons is that waking up Su Qing'an now is more difficult than she initially imagined.

Furthermore, she did some things that weren't like her usual self.

The girl frowned slightly. Had her body already begun to react to this level of use?

Fu Hua withdrew her hand from the boy's hair and said softly:

"You've slept all day, you've had enough rest, right?"

"It's time to get up and train. Martial arts is not something you can slack off on."

no respond.

Even though she knew the chance of waking the boy was almost 100%, her fingertips still trembled slightly for a moment when she received no response.

My health is getting worse and worse; I can't even control this kind of thing anymore.

She thought to herself as she clenched her slender fingers into a fist.

But then, a hoarse voice interrupted the turbulent thoughts.

Good morning, Hua.

He greeted Fu Hua, who was sitting in front of his hospital bed, with a "Good morning."

The boy had already opened his eyes, and his dark pupils reflected the immortal's lowered face, bathed in sunlight.

very nice.

The first thing I saw after waking up was this scene. Can I be considered lucky?

The girl's cherry blossom-colored lips curved into a beautiful smile as she said:

"It's already noon, Su Qing'an."

Her clenched hands gradually loosened their grip, and her heart returned to stillness.

Su Qing'an stared at that face, his expression somewhat blank, as if he hadn't yet recovered from that near-death struggle. But upon hearing Fu Hua's words, he smiled naturally:

"Oh, I see. It feels like a very, very long time has passed."

Fu Hua said softly, as if to comfort her:

"It was just a day, just a dream."

Su Qing'an recalled everything within the Sacred Mark Space...

The girl shattered in the void, transformed into a fleeting light and vanished into the Key of God, and the fate of the priestess remains unknown.

All of this is no longer his concern.

Having lost its natural holy mark, the communication between the Taixu Sword Qi and the outside world has become obscure and dangerous once again.

It was something that was unusual and would cause a sense of disappointment, but when Su Qing'an saw the girl's rare smile, she had no time to worry about such trivial matters.

The ward was quiet for a while, then he finally managed to utter a sentence:

"Was the mission successful?"

Hearing the other person's clumsy words, the girl couldn't help but smile and reply:

"It went very smoothly. Didn't I tell you? It's just a very ordinary task that can be completed in a couple of days."

Su Qing'an paused for a moment, recalling Fu Hua's words from that day.

That seems to be correct.

The boy's dazed expression was rather amusing, and Fu Hua's mood lightened considerably. She flicked his forehead with her finger and said:

"Let's keep the fact that I woke you up a secret between us."

"A secret?" Having understood the meaning behind Fu Hua's words, Su Qing'an murmured those two words to herself and couldn't help but smile.

Finally, the boy gave an answer.

"it is good."

On this sunny afternoon, the sea breeze continues to blow, carrying on its ceaseless journey.

The initial bond between the boy and the immortal was completely established through that feather.

94. Rita Losweiser.

2014 5 Month 6 Day.

Marseille is a city located on the eastern shore of the Bay of Leon in the Mediterranean Sea in southern France.

Provence Airport.

This is the second largest airport in France.

There are 92 flights per week between Marseille and Paris, and regular flights to 77 cities in 33 countries.

At that moment, an elegant young woman, like a ghost, moved through the surging crowd and arrived at a special passage.

Unlike the normal VIP passage, this place was completely deserted, with the girl's high heels clicking peacefully and rhythmically on the ground in the empty environment.

Clearly, no matter how special this passageway is, she is about to board a flight to somewhere from here.

She was a beautiful young woman who left a deep impression. Her short, gray-gold hair covered her left eye, and her wine-red eyes, which held a hint of a smile, combined with the beauty mark next to her right eye, made her look exceptionally captivating.

She was dressed in a maid's outfit, which few people would wear as formal attire.

The rose accessories add a unique beauty to this outfit, and the decorative stockings on her slender right leg, encased in black stockings, intensify the allure and suggestive desires.

The girl wore a rose Katyusha headdress shaped like sheep horns, which added a touch of playfulness to her appearance.

In every sense, she was like a maid trained in the ancient Western aristocracy, whose unique temperament was quite different from that of a normal maid.

At the same time, she is also a rare beauty. In terms of appearance alone, even Kiana, whom Su Qing'an once considered a beauty of all directions, can only be said to be on par with her.

Rita Rossweisse, a Valkyrie of Schicksal.

She came to Marseille, France, not to experience its culture and natural scenery, but to undertake a mission related to the collapse of the Honkai.

Marseille boasts numerous historical sites and monuments, including the discovery of fortresses and ancient city walls dating back to the sixth century BC in recent years, making it a place steeped in history.

In such a densely populated place, any collapse must be handled with extreme care.

This is clearly why Rita, an S-class Valkyrie, took action; it happened about three hours ago.