Night, twelve o'clock sharp
A sneaky figure appeared outside the door of Wuxie's room. The man leaned around and looked around. After making sure that no one was there, he walked to Wuxie's door. He stretched out his hand and stopped when he was about to knock on the door. Then the door opened with a slight push.
"Tsk" the man said lightly and walked in.
Inside the house, except for the moonlight coming in from outside the window, the house was dark. Through the moonlight, the visitor could clearly see Wu Xie lying on the bed. He walked over with light steps and stood beside Wu Xie's bed.
Wu Xie, who was lying on the bed, had woken up the moment he came in, but he didn't know who it was, so he didn't dare to move rashly for a moment.
The surroundings became quiet again, so quiet that Wu Xie couldn't even hear the breathing of the person in front of the bed. Everything just seemed to be his hallucination at this moment.
Suddenly Wu Xie was startled, and his back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.
"Haha" The man looked at Wu Xie who was obviously nervous to death, but he still pretended to be sleeping and laughed out loud.
Hearing laughter, Wu Xie's tense body suddenly relaxed. He opened his eyes angrily and glared at the person in front of the bed.
Through the moonlight, he could see the appearance of the person coming. It was Zhang Qiling. Wuxie sat up and looked at Zhang Qiling speechlessly, "As for that? I just blocked you once before I understood the matter. , as for coming into my room in the middle of the night and scaring me?"
Looking at the angry Wu Xie, Zhang Qiling touched his nose and asked, "Am I so stingy? I came to see you for business."
Wu Xie had a look of disbelief. He got up and got out of bed, turned on the light, then turned around and glanced at Zhang Qiling, "Why do we have to wait so late at night to talk about serious matters?"
Zhang Qiling, who had been casually asking Wu Xie, suddenly became serious. He closed the door first and then pulled Wu Xie to sit down at the table.
Zhang Qiling looked at Wuxie, and a strange light flashed in his eyes, "Do you believe that fate can be changed?"
Wuxie was slightly startled when he heard this, then he frowned and looked at Zhang Qiling, "What do you mean by that?"
Zhang Qiling did not answer his question, but his expression changed, and he said with a touch of sadness: "Wuxie, time is running out, I will tell you everything next, as for what you want to do Whatever you do, it all depends on your heart.”
That's right, while taking a shower, Zhang Qiling thought of a dangerous way to speed up the progress, which was to tell him every plot point that Wuxie was going to take next. With this, even if Wuxie chose to continue with the plot, it wouldn't matter. There would be too many detours, and he could have changed all the plot before leaving.
However, due to the way of heaven, Zhang Qiling would not tell Wu Xie that he had traveled through time and that the world they were in was a novel. He would only tell Wu Xie that the reason why he knew all this was because he could The reason for predicting, although this reason sounds ridiculous, it is more acceptable than the fact that he traveled through time. After all, the world is so big and full of wonders. There are rice dumplings in this world. How could he predict what happened?
Zhang Qiling looked at Wuxie, opened his lips slightly, and recounted what happened next...
Time passed by, and after Zhang Qiling finished telling everything, he looked at Wu Xie quietly, waiting for him to make a decision.
After a long while, the person in front of him finally recovered from his thoughts. Wuxie raised his eyes and looked at Zhang Qiling and said, "So, are you leaving?"
Zhang Qiling looked at Wuxie in astonishment. Unexpectedly, after listening to what he said, the first thing he asked was whether he was leaving. It was really beyond his expectation.
Zhang Qiling shook his head and said softly: "It's not important."
"No," Wuxie looked ferocious for a moment, "this is very important."
