[Promising Future Chat Group]
Wangshu: "@Asta, Big Boss, Big Boss, just who exactly is the original owner of that money order?"
Reasonably speaking, money orders usually have expiration dates, but one should not pry into the affairs of big shots.
Asta: "My Great-Grandmother."
Wangshu: "Is it convenient to disclose who the venerable elder is...?"
Asta: "It's a secret~"
Asta: "However, you might receive a few harassment calls shortly. Just hang up on all of them."
Is it really convenient to just hang up?
This is Cangcheng, which is deeply bound to the IPC; the financial network is intricate and complex. But thinking of Asta's capability in handling affairs, he felt there was absolutely no need for him to worry.
Ultimately, the funds were successfully wired into Jingliu's account. Holding her Jade Abacus, she watched the long string of numbers in the balance suddenly increase on the screen. Her crimson pupils dilated slightly, and her small mouth opened unconsciously; she had never seen so many zeros.
She began to admire her future self.
The procurement process was smoother than imagined. After purchasing all sorts of flour, soy sauce, seasonings, and vegetables, Wangshu also bought two cups of Immortal's Delight Tea.
It was very sweet. For an ordinary person like him, it was a bit too joyful.
"Little Wangshu, let's go buy a small pushcart now!"
Jingliu helped carry the flour. Objects weighing dozens of catties felt as light as nothing in her embrace; the stats of a Celestial Physique were just this unpretentious.
"Let's go to the Artisanship Commission!"
Her eyes shone. Since they had money, they should go to the Artisanship Commission to get one custom-made! And they shouldn't look for apprentices, but for an Artisan or a Master Artisan!
"That actually won't be necessary. My friend with the wealthy family background provided me with a street stall cart in advance through some special means."
Thanks to the rich woman Asta. After all, Wangshu had only seen such generous friends in novels and TV dramas before.
Speaking of which, shouldn't transmigrators first undergo a period of hardships and difficulties, starting from scratch? And aside from a very few specific genres, aren't transmigrators supposed to be the representatives of being broke?
It seemed he was now one of those very few.
Jingliu's footsteps paused almost imperceptibly, her tone sounding casual and natural: "She... is really thoughtful. She cares a lot about you."
Wangshu nodded, speaking sincerely: "Mn, she is a very good person and also very easy to communicate with."
Little Jingliu shook her head vigorously, speaking with earnest concern: "That's not right, Little Wangshu. You must be careful of the monetary offensive of these bad women."
Although her future self looked more like a bad woman, the present was not the future. Perhaps the future Asta was the correct one, but she couldn't prove it right now.
"She is a Central Air Conditioner."
Watching Little Jingliu's small expression of being stunned for two seconds before instantly understanding and feeling relieved, the corners of Wangshu's mouth raised unconsciously. Senior Jingliu, you were really cute when you were young.
Mmm... Central Air Conditioners are the most annoying, Jingliu muttered in her heart. Forget it, since the Central Air Conditioner isn't my future lover, then Central Air Conditioners are the best!
Returning home before the day was even half over, the antique architecture paired with the bluestone slabs beneath their feet inexplicably gave Wangshu a feeling of misty rain in Jiangnan, even though it wasn't drizzling today.
"Speaking of which, I don't think I've tidied up the storage room yet."
Holding several large bags of flour, Jingliu suddenly realized there was no space in the house.
"It doesn't matter, let's tidy it up together. I'm quite good at housework."
Wangshu agreed readily.
It should be like this! Hearing these words, Jingliu's small face lifted slightly, revealing a hint of satisfaction.
Life for two people should be about helping each other and sharing the burden like this... Anyway, in her impression, that was how her parents used to get along.
The storage room wasn't large. Although the Xianzhou had many Delves, with Delves nested within Delves, and small spaces could always squeeze out huge venues, general residential dwellings really didn't go to such exaggerated lengths.
Perhaps the places of rich people would be exaggerated, but Jingliu hadn't seen them, even though she was also rich.
The flour and sundries were temporarily piled at the door. Stepping into the storage room, quite a few old items with obvious Xianzhou characteristics were piled inside, covered in a thin layer of dust.
Most eye-catching were a set of neatly folded but evidently old Cloud Knight standard uniform hanging by the wall, as well as two swords placed side by side.
One was three feet and seven inches long, covered in dust; the other was a broken sword more than two feet long, and the dust couldn't conceal the cracks upon it.
"My father used to be a Cloud Knight, and my mother used to be a Strategist in the Divination Commission, serving in the same Cloud Knight unit as my father. Most things here are what they left behind."
Jingliu spoke softly. That was why she didn't like tidying up the storage room; many things here harbored memories and emotions of the past.
Until her head sank slightly. Little Wangshu rubbed her head, conveying a hint of comfort.
"Let's tidy up properly today. Objects harboring the past shouldn't be covered in dust." Wangshu added: "I'll accompany Little Jingliu."
"I am not Little Jingliu."
Jingliu retorted subconsciously, but she didn't shake her head. She simply nuzzled gently against his hand, then picked up that three-foot-seven-inch long blade covered in dust.
She seemed not to care, waving it casually, her movements devoid of any technique.
"Father liked swords very much. I heard he seemed to be a Battalion Commander in some Cloud Knight unit. In the past, his room always displayed his Support Flying Swords."
She waved the longsword again. There was no skill, just a bit more force.
"I don't like these things, but Mom liked them very much. It seemed that holding a longsword paired with those Support Flying Swords circling around would make one become very cool."
Pity, she didn't understand what was so cool about that kind of thing.
"I also don't know where those matching Support Flying Swords have been thrown to now."
They had probably become dusty and grey too. Jingliu stroked the blade with her finger, only remembering after a moment that Little Wangshu was still by her side.
"Do you want to wave it a couple of times? I heard you boys all like swordsmen."
Jingliu's emotions were very stable; she didn't fall into sentimental reminiscence about the past. Speaking of which, Little Jingliu loved to smile. The way her eyes curved was very different from Senior Jingliu in the group.
That card surrounded by moonlight appeared at Wangshu's fingertips once again.
Then, he gripped that sword.
The sword hummed, frost covering its body. The dust scattered entirely as if brushed away by moonlight. Within the small storage room, the Support Flying Swords hiding in various corners broke free from their restraints, circling the surroundings with their tips hanging low, glowing with a faint light.
In an instant, the originally dim and messy storage room was illuminated until it was crystal clear by this cold sword glint and the spiraling flying swords, resembling a miniature sword formation under the moonlight.
Little Jingliu's eyes slowly widened.
"Didn't you say you couldn't fight?"
Also, so handsome.
It seemed that after a man held a sword, he indeed became somewhat different, especially with the flying swords dancing around; it made her heartbeat inexplicably accelerate a notch or two.
"This is the power you gave me; it doesn't belong to me."
He had the heart to wave it a couple of times, but Wangshu currently couldn't perfectly control the power of Propagation Jingliu. Just by borrowing Senior Jingliu's power each time, his physical constitution would inexplicably become a notch stronger.
This strange universe also seemed to have something calling out to him, though after asking Asta, he discovered the other party didn't have this feeling... Maybe it was his Innate Sword Body.
A moment later, he lowered the sword. The Support Flying Swords fell in unison. Unknowingly, the storage room had become somewhat crystalline and translucent, leaving only a residual slight chill in the air, as well as a space that appeared much tidier after being cleansed by an invisible force.
Without time to appreciate this spectacle, Jingliu shivered.
She blinked, looking at the longsword that had returned to its original state, then looking at Wangshu. The memory of that sudden, bone-piercing chill upon waking up this morning instantly became clear!
"Little! Wang! Shu!"
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