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

While pondering her father's question, the little girl blinked, secretly gazing at the feather in the boy's hand, feeling both its beauty and a sense of closeness.

In fact, the answer had already been echoing in Fu Xiuran's mind the moment he asked the question, and the reluctance that welled up in his heart proved everything.

It's just that I was too embarrassed to speak up when someone was right next to me.

Fu Hua tried her best to ignore Su Qing'an next to her, but she soon realized that she couldn't do it at all. So the little girl angrily poked the pile of rice with her chopsticks in a rude manner, as if she were poking the boy next to her.

Why can you listen to this so easily?

Master Su is too cunning; this skill is so convenient it's almost unbelievable.

With a blush slowly spreading across her face, she responded softly:

"I won't be happy."

I'm a little reluctant to part with it, but only a little!

Fu Xiuran shook his head and chuckled. Now, he no longer felt any aversion to his daughter's feelings for Su Qing'an.

Was it the longing and obsession within that martial spirit that moved him, or the qualities he recognized in the boy's nature? It should be said that both were true.

She will eventually entrust herself to someone else.

Given this, Fu Xiuran couldn't find a more suitable candidate than Su Qing'an.

That kind of noble, even strange, belief is hard to find in this lifetime.

He doesn't dislike people like that.

If viewed without prejudice, Su Qing'an would be someone he greatly admires.

Even without conveying his martial intent, his behavior alone shows that his character has not been affected in the slightest by this powerful force. This restraint and adherence to his own beliefs and rules is enough to earn his respect.

Fu Xiuran seemed to have let go of some burdens, and he smiled and said:

"Ask yourselves more questions. Dad won't interfere in your affairs anymore."

"Ah."

After instinctively responding, the girl paused, as if she had been asked something extraordinary.

Something's not right, something's not right, what's going on between us!

There's nothing between me and Master Su!

We're perfectly normal!

Fu Hua, who was usually shy, was inwardly turbulent, but on the surface, she was blankly and mechanically stirring the rice grains in the porcelain bowl with her chopsticks.

The shame of being chosen by her father exploded in her heart, causing a blush to rise on her face and spread to her neck, as if moisture was evaporating, making her snow-white skin look somewhat alluring.

Su Qing'an, who was standing to the side, began to cough violently.

What's going on? Although he had considered some factors that might make the other party dislike him, this change in attitude, while reasonable, still surprised him.

So much so that Su Qing'an choked on the cola.

He originally intended to appear directly and respond, but after Fu Xiuran said those words, it would be very inappropriate to release the [hidden] seal.

That's like saying, "Your daughter and I have been living together for a long time. Since you've said that, it doesn't seem like such a big deal."

That's just too arrogant.

I think I should leave today; I'll just spend the day in the park.

Judging from the situation, even if I formally come to ask for lodging tomorrow, I have a pretty good chance of success.

Su Qing'an picked up the Coke can and got up to leave through the window.

The girl standing nearby caught a glimpse of this scene and felt a sudden, piercing pain. The bitterness and sorrow overwhelmed the shame that had been there before. For some reason, she was instinctively afraid to see this person's back.

We can't let him leave.

The moment the thought crossed her mind, she stood up and grabbed the boy's sleeve.

The moment Fu Hua grabbed Su Qing'an, the emotions in her mind vanished like smoke. Realizing what she had done, Fu Hua sat back in her original seat with a blushing face, trying her best to pretend that nothing had happened.

But the sleeves she was still tightly clutching made Su Qing'an stiffen, forcing her to obediently sit back down.

The boy gave a helpless smile. Has Hua been a bit clingy lately?

Although he doesn't dislike it, it's more accurate to say he likes it a lot.

But this situation is really bad; it would be strange if my uncle didn't notice something was wrong.

Fu Xiuran's expression gradually became strange. Even though he was still pulled out of his subconscious by Su Qing'an's [Hidden], he still sensed a strange sense of unease after trying his best to find the abnormality in his Mind's Eye Realm.

Assuming Su Qing'an intends to maintain his state of "hiding," he is still confident that he can find another opening to hide under the opponent's unwavering will.

But now that things have come to this, it's better to just be frank here and now.

The vague, strange feeling dissipated from his consciousness, like looking at flowers through the fog, and correspondingly, a boy appeared in the empty seat next to his daughter.

His eyes, almost entirely black, should have possessed an innate solitude, but at this moment they held a hint of doting and tenderness, neutralizing his natural asceticism.

The pristine white vintage shirt, accentuated by the boy's well-proportioned frame, exudes a retro-chic style.

However, the top few buttons looked as if they had been forcefully ripped off, making it impossible for the clothes to conceal the collarbone and faint scars underneath.

Judging from the fact that the girl is still holding onto his sleeve, that's probably why the button came off.

Even in this disheveled state, Fu Xiuran had to admit that the person in front of him might actually be a bit better looking than he was when he was younger.

But that's not the key point.

The key question is: why is this person here?

And why is this person wearing a white shirt that he hasn't worn in years?

Yes, this is what Fu Hua handed to Su Qing'an to wear.

In fact, Su Qing'an was wearing the same clothes before, but because of the existence of [Hidden], Fu Xiuran subconsciously ignored what clothes the other party was wearing.

Now that the [hidden] has been completely removed, Fu Xiuran naturally immediately sensed the source of the shirt.

The man's face darkened, and he felt his strength surging like never before, instinctively wanting to unleash his most familiar punching style.

But reason suppressed the sudden influx of information and the shock it caused.

Fu Xiuran silently recited the calming mantra three times in his mind before glancing at the girl and Su Qing'an, who were both silent and with their heads down, and said:

"Is all the Coke in the fridge yours?"

Su Qing'an hesitated for a moment, then nodded in affirmation.

Fu Hua silently raised her hand and honestly said:

"This is what I bought for Su Qing'an."

Fu Xiuran's face darkened further; he felt as if his home had become utterly unfamiliar.

So my iced oolong tea isn't important?

This strange feeling is like a hero discovering on his way to the Demon King's castle that his own kingdom has been bypassed by the Demon King, who has stolen his home and turned it into a new Demon King's castle.

When they returned, they were met with devastating news: the princess had transformed into the shape of a demon king, with strange patterns etched on her abdomen and a heart-shaped tail growing out of her.

At this moment, Fu Xiuran's inner thoughts were even more complex and tortuous. Having painfully abandoned the humiliating outcome of having his attempt to use his "Inch Force to Open the Heavens" technique met with failure, the man found a new path. He said:

"Su Qing'an, I agree to let you stay."

Having just said he wouldn't interfere in their affairs, Fu Xiuran couldn't even find a reason to get angry.

So, when he realized he probably couldn't beat his opponent, the man simply chose to let go of the past.

A large part of the reason was that he understood that the two of them hadn't done anything strange. Apart from the fact that he might not be as important to his daughter as someone else, which made him angry, Fu Xiuran realized after calming down that there was really nothing to be angry about.

Hmm. But he wouldn't be satisfied without doing something difficult for people.

"But the price is that you must learn all my boxing techniques within three days."

Since Fu Xiuran didn't coldly mention the price of endless learning, Su Qing'an chose to agree.

"I agree."

Fu Xiuran's smile froze before it could even appear; such a quick response gave him a bad feeling...

18. Moonlight Prison.

To save Fu Xiuran's face, Su Qing'an did not choose to finish learning within ten minutes.

Even so, not long after he started learning boxing in the community park, Fu Xiuran's complexion gradually darkened to a visible degree.

He has always taught in a way that is almost considered difficult for people.

A boxing stance that usually takes three minutes to teach can be completed by Fu Xiuran in half a minute.

A girl sitting on a bench nearby, holding a kitten, watched this scene with a smile that filled her eyes.

Fu Hua's hair wasn't tied up; some strands that fell loosely over her thighs and onto the cat shimmered in the twilight.

Her fingertips slowly and gently pressed the cat's fur, occasionally brushing strands of hair behind its ears.

The little girl thought to herself, "So even Daddy can be so childish sometimes."

However, this probably won't be too difficult for Master Su.

Fu Hua had a strange confidence in Su Qing'an, and she inexplicably felt that the boy's progress in learning was enough to meet Fu Xiuran's demanding requirements.

Just seconds later, Su Qing'an proved her premonition true.

The boy politely slowed down and then finished the same boxing stance. His movements, with their extremely restrained power and martial intent, looked quite ordinary.

But Fu Xiuran could see many terrifying details.

The error rate is zero.

His muscle memory even instinctively adjusted his boxing stance to the most suitable state for him. If this was an innate talent of the other party, then Su Qing'an's martial arts mentor must have felt a tsunami in his heart.

Even when the opponent is at their weakest, a martial artist who has not yet mastered the art can only engage in a quick and brief battle. This is because it will not be long before Su Qing'an has completely learned and even sublimated his martial arts, at which point it will be meaningless to fight against him.

Fu Xiuran remained silent for a moment. He had never expected to stump a martial arts master who was already beyond his comprehension with a set of boxing techniques.

Rather than saying this is a way to test how much the other person exceeds his own understanding, it naturally contains the meaning of making things difficult for him, but more than that, he hopes to see Su Qing'an's extraordinary abilities.

Only in this way could Fu Xiuran feel more at ease knowing that he was capable of protecting his daughter.