At this moment, Feng Xue, who didn't know that he had been officially positioned as a passing vampire hunter, was in a bad mood at the moment.

He Xuewei's appearance before death is still reproduced in front of his eyes.

The kiss with the smell of blood lingered in his mouth.

Maybe it was because it was his first kiss?

Or is it because He Xuewei's attitude was too decisive at that time?

Thinking of He Xuewei's words before she died, Feng Xue suddenly felt irritated for no reason.

Although she has caused a lot of trouble to herself, this woman named He Xuewei really loves herself, and even loves herself more than anyone else......

But it's a pity that even so, Feng Xue still has no feelings for this woman.

Feng Xue asked herself, if he was asked to choose again, would he accept He Xuewei?

Although his conscience tried to tell him that he should accept it, his heart told him a cruel answer - no.

Like the one who said, if you help me block the knife, I will treat you as a good buddy, but I will not use that as a reason to fall in love with you. (Mark Twain once said: If you don't know who said it, say it.) ）

The same is true for Feng Xue, even if he is reborn and then again, his attitude towards He Xuewei will only be a very good friend at most, but in any case, he will never accept her feelings until he really has feelings for this girl.

Feng Xue is a person who does not have a kidney, or he has not had the opportunity to go to the kidney, although he knows very well that if he wants to pop, He Xuewei should be happy to open a room and wait for him, but he doesn't like this.

No feeling is no feeling, as a person who has seen countless parallel worlds of the multiverse, Feng Xue is unexpectedly serious in this regard.

But it's too late to say this, after all, he's not the kind of hot-blooded boy who runs around the world to collect dragon balls for someone he doesn't know very well, and even often causes trouble for himself.

If he wants to find a way to resurrect He Xuewei, he won't do it, although there is a wishing machine at home, but the devil knows what Coco's ability to distort his wishes.

But if, if He Xuewei was really alive, he might try to be nice to her......

Feng Xue thought so, but his mood didn't mean much better, because he found that he was indeed a cold-blooded person in nature, or rather, the combination of otaku and killer belonged to the most indifferent kind of feelings.

What's more, his ability to observe countless worlds made him feel more tired and unloved.

didn't have the heart to go to the store again, Feng Xue just wandered the street, he didn't want to go home, because he didn't want to face Jiang Lihua who might see through his heart, and he didn't know how to face the unexpectedly sensitive Coco and Su Qiong.

Even Chi Sakura, who is also accustomed to seeing life and death and can comfort him, doesn't want to see it.

In other words, when she had just witnessed the death of a woman she had always hated, Feng Xue felt that she was not suitable to contact familiar girls.

Because that would make him feel guilty.

"He Xuewei is dead." Feng Xue thought about it, and finally took out the card and wrote such a sentence.

Although he knew very well that Feng Nan's spiritual mark should have felt this result a long time ago, he still felt that he should report it.

[Uh, that ......]

Feng Nan didn't seem to know how to write, and wrote two or three words casually, which was a string of meaningless dots, but Feng Xue didn't penetrate the world to check the nature of Feng Nan's expression now, so she planned to put away the jammed paper.

[Anyway, don't be too sad. 】

Seeing the words floating on the cardboard, Feng Xue smiled bitterly and stuffed it into her pocket, regardless of whether there was anything next. But he muttered to himself—

"If I had been sad, I wouldn't have been as uncomfortable as I am now!"

Yes, Feng Xue was not sad about He Xuewei's death, at most she was a little uncomfortable, but it was this discomfort that made Feng Xue feel very unhappy.

He's not sad?

What a cold, cold-blooded and cold-blooded person!

Feng Xue secretly laughed at himself, just walking on the street without purpose, looking at the people around him with words on top of their heads, but he didn't have the heart to read them one by one.

He felt tired of doing that.

Yes, it's tiring.

Sometimes he even thinks, why don't you just follow the author's ideas?

But his instinctive pride as a traverser told him that it wouldn't work.

No, it shouldn't be called pride, it should be called reason.

There is a saying in the spiritual world that there is a so-called obstacle to knowledge, that is, when you know the specific content, you can't achieve it.

The most famous is the story that can't think of the nose in my head-

An immortal taught a mortal the secret of turning stones into gold, and told him that if he didn't want to use his nose when casting a spell, he would be able to succeed.

But unfortunately, the more this person didn't want to think about it, the more it would appear in his mind, so he couldn't point out a single bit of gold until he died.

And Feng Xue's current situation is the same, he can see the outline and predict the dangers of the future, which makes him unable to explode like many passionate blood, and as a protagonist, he can't break out when he encounters a strong enemy, so the end is naturally only death.

He didn't want to die, so he definitely couldn't follow the outline.

But if you don't follow the outline, the author's malice will keep coming.

Feng Xue suddenly had a trace of regret in her heart at this time, if she hadn't turned back into a man so quickly, but continued to practice the Snow Maiden Dao to the peak of mythology......

But this thought only flickered in Feng Xue's mind for a moment, and then he was ruthlessly knocked unconscious, flattened, shredded, and ground to feed the filthy ghost (one of the filthy demon kings of the author group of filthy clouds, referred to as filthy ghosts, homophonic turtles, not typos).

Rather than let him continue to be a mother, it's better to let him die!

He Xuewei's death made him clearly understand that he was just a little worm struggling under the author's pen, and if the author wanted to kill him, he only needed to tap a few times on the keyboard to do it.

A sad thought of the death of a rabbit and a fox came to his heart, and he even had some doubts about life at this moment, were the killers who were killed by himself also manipulated by the author to come up and send them to death in this way?

Or, in fact, every character in this world, every character, has always been under the control of the "god" called the author, although it is usually in a free-range state, but once the "god" is in need, then all mortals will go defenselessly on the path that they think is their own choice.

"Is this a scary way to think about it?" Feng Xue laughed twice, he knew very well that his thoughts just now would make many readers doubt life, but so what, because even he didn't know whether his thoughts were based on his true intentions, or just the author's instructions imposed on his mind in order to improve the quality of his works.

"Mediocre people disturb themselves!" Feng Xue thought for a while, and finally shook her head vigorously, just like a proposition like a brain in a jar, a proposition that cannot be verified or falsified has no meaning in itself, maybe all this, including the author, is just a dream before his death in his previous life?

With this mentality, Feng Xue shook off the chaotic thoughts in her mind and continued to embark on the path of distraction......