Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 125, Section 062: Adding Rain
Jazz bar.

When Donglongma looked at Jin Ziyue and Fu Xun, his eyes were less turbulent.

He found a seat at the bar and said, "Gin and Tonic, thank you."

"Okay." Jin Ziyue nodded and turned back to shaved ice.

You Dong looked at Fu Xun and said, "It seems you two have met after all. Congratulations."

Fu Xun chuckled: "It's all thanks to you that I've been squatting here for so long."

You Donglongma didn't continue the conversation on this topic. He looked at Jin Ziyue's back and said, "Jin Jun saved me the night before last, right?"

The ice cubes jingled as they fell into the glass.

Jin Ziyue replied apologetically, "Young man, you're joking. I work here all the time except for my studies. You must have mistaken me for someone else."

That's true, but he still held the wine bottle steadily in his hand.

"I see." Ryoma looked disappointed.

Undeterred, he pressed on, "May I ask you a question, young man?"

Jin Ziyue had just finished mixing the liquor and poured it over the ice, giving the ice a crystalline sheen and a gilded appearance.

"Please speak, sir."

You Dong asked: "I have a friend who is usually quiet and reserved, but lately she has been sleeping in a lot and her personality seems to have changed a lot. I don't know what to do."

After listening, Fu Xun silently clenched the glass in his hand, drank the last bit of ice water in one gulp, and slammed it heavily on the bar.

This drew a sidelong glance from the dragon-horse.

Jin Ziyue, completely oblivious to Fu Xun's temper, smiled and said:
"That sounds like an interesting symptom. Maybe your friend was originally a lazy person?"

You Donglongma was taken aback, mainly because he thought of the arrogant and lazy person, which was a stark contrast to his usual taciturn nature.

Fu Xun sat sullenly to one side. Of course he knew that the side effect of [Sleepiness] was that one would be addicted to sleep for years. In the hands of a master of destiny, it was a magical incantation for temporarily healing injuries, but if it were to reside in a person for years, that person would most likely be ruined.

Every day requires a struggle to get out of bed. Those with strong willpower will find that the "drowsy and sleepy" system cannot absorb the host's lazy emotions, and will naturally wither and eventually disappear.

But now, that woman called arrogance seems to have no reason to be resolute. Having narrowly escaped death after such a calamity, she was probably at her most relaxed, and in that unprepared state, she was no match for weariness.

Jin Ziyue probably wanted to use this method to prevent her from getting involved in the next case and to demoralize the woman.

But at the same time, they were out of danger.

In truth, it was both cruel and merciful for a soldier.

"It's just that he was sealed by the bed, it's nothing special," Fu Xun said.

Longma asked unwillingly, "Is there any way to restore her?"

Jin Ziyue smiled, raised the bottle, indicating that he was just a bartender: "Sir, I can't help your friend."

"What would you do if it were Jin Jun?"

Jin Ziyue put down the wine bottle and looked at him seriously: "Guest, who is this person to you?"

“An extremely important person.” Ryoma said without hesitation, “So important that I can’t bear to lose her, I can’t afford to lose her, and I would even risk my life for her at the thought of losing her.”

"In that case, please do everything in your power to protect her."

Jin Ziyue smiled.

You Donglongma suddenly understood, took the wine that Jin Ziyue had mixed, and drank it all in one gulp. He bowed deeply to Jin Ziyue: "Thank you for your hospitality."

Jin Ziyue responded with his signature gentle smile.

But this time, Ryoma could see genuine joy in his eyes.

Ryoma said, "Actually, I'm here to say goodbye. We're already preparing to leave this dangerous city."

Fu Xun was taken aback, thinking to himself that the other party was quite sensible.

"I don't know when we'll meet again. Jin Jun and Xiao Ge are both my benefactors and my friends. They are my last bit of attachment to this city."

"There's a dragon horse talking," said the horse.

Jin Ziyue could sense that the other person was slowly revealing his own sharp edge. The experiences of this period had transformed the originally idealistic and impetuous young man into a more mature one.

Watching his retreating figure, Jin Ziyue smiled and said, "Welcome to visit again next time."

The young man stopped, bowed deeply to them at the door, opened the door, and disappeared into the gloomy sky.

……

It is drizzling.

Along the muddy roadside, this is a traditional craft street where LED lights cannot reach.

Yan Wuxun's face fell as he looked at the boy who was squatting in the shop, hugging his knees.

"Why come again?"

His tone was unfriendly.

He looked up after binge eating, his face pale and haggard.

"My comrades have either been killed or gone missing."

"Alright." Yan Wuxun didn't care whether he understood or not; he just felt that the aggrieved tone on his face was definitely not a good thing. "Don't expect me to take you in."

This time, Gluttony learned his lesson; he wore a translation headset and could roughly understand what Yan Wuxun was muttering.

But he didn't care. He lowered his head, his eyes dim, and said, "I can't find them for the time being, and my enemies are dead. I can't think of anything to do for the time being, so I wanted to come back to repay my debt of gratitude."

"You're back!" Bean lifted the curtain and was delighted to see Gluttony.

Yan Wuxun didn't understand what Gluttony was saying and was getting angry, but the other party had already prepared a translator for playback, so he fell silent upon hearing it.

“Kid, following us will mean you’ll suffer a lot,” Yan Wuxun said solemnly.

Their identities are now sensitive, and they are afraid of running into one or two acquaintances who might kill them on the spot, let alone in this place overrun by White Walkers.

"Mmm." Douzi nodded, hands on her hips, looking all old-fashioned.

“I’m not afraid,” said Gluttony. “I thought I had lost my sense of taste and was starving to death, but you saved me. No matter how much suffering I have endured, it is nothing compared to the kindness of saving my life.”

Yan Wuxun said, "Kid, you are indeed loyal and righteous, but you have also seen that we are not ordinary people, but unparalleled Fate Masters. Following us, your life could be lost at any time. Do you still dare to do this?"

Douzi leaned down and whispered in his ear, "Brother Xun, when did you become the most powerful person in the world?"

Yan Wuxun glared at him irritably: "Go play somewhere else!"

Binge nodded solemnly: "I'm not afraid."

Yan Wuxun glared and raised an eyebrow. "Hey, I really don't believe I can't persuade you to leave."

"Boy, you're a White Walker, and I'm a human. Humans and White Walkers are different, understand? 'Those who are not of our kind will surely have different hearts,' understand? Humans and White Walkers can never get close! I've already shown mercy by not killing you!"

Gluttony's tone immediately softened: "I have never killed any humans. I have survived on blood plasma from the hospital's blood bank, and I have never done anything immoral. You saved my life, and now that I have avenged myself, I have no complaints if you want to take it back."

Yan Wuxun sighed, "Why is this simpleton so stubborn? He won't listen to reason!"

Douzi, easily swayed and somewhat sympathetic to Bing Shi, said, "Brother Xun, he's a good person, let's take him in."

"Bullshit, if I'm a good person, why doesn't anyone take me in?" Yan Wuxun was the image of a lazy middle-aged man, and although he was cursing, his tone was surprisingly languid.

In fact, Yan Wuxun also had his own considerations. He told himself that he was in an unfamiliar place, and it would be good to have a local as a guide. Moreover, he had something he had to do. Why not take advantage of a helper?

It wasn't because I felt sorry for the silly boy.

Douzi was secretly delighted when she heard him say this, knowing that he was about to give in.

Sure enough, Yan Wuxun asked, "What's your name?"

"Gluttony."

Upon hearing this, Yan Wuxun choked: "Not to mention how unpleasant it sounds, I strongly dislike overeating; it's disrespectful to food."

Huh? Gluttony was taken aback. Was this how she was going to reject me?
Yan Wuxun turned his head and said, "It's not pleasing, change the name."

He looked up and saw the sky was dark blue, with a light drizzle wetting the street and the road surface muddy.

"You joined on a rainy day, 'adding rain,' 'rain plus'?"

Binge eating looked bewildered.

At this point, Douzi added, "It doesn't sound good! How about we change the word 'plus' to something similar?"

The little boy tapped his head, then suddenly had a brilliant idea, and smiled broadly:

"How about we call it 'Adding Rain'?"

The listless young man sitting on the ground slowly brightened his eyes, like sunlight piercing through dark clouds.

He answered crisply:
"Ah."

(End of this chapter)