Chapter 8 (1/2)

Chapter 8 - When a Fanfic Protagonist Transmigrated into the Original Novel

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Seeing that the wheel stopped on the red s.p.a.ce, the person who was happiest was Fang Youde. He didn't know why he was afraid of these two disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect. Logically, he shouldn't get caught, but Yi Xichen's confident att.i.tude made him feel uneasy.

Fang Youde smiled: ”Hey, this s.h.i.+xiong's luck is really good. When he bet, the wheel landed on the red s.p.a.ce. You said that I was cheating but if I was cheating, wouldn't you just get white all the time?”

Yi Xichen was very determined: ”Don’t worry, I will still play.”

Zhangsun Zijun stood by and looked at Yi Xichen thoughtfully. The Yi Xichen in front of him was not the same as Yi Xichen in his memory. This one was bright and cheerful but had some evil little tricks up his sleeve. The Yi Xichen in his memory was weak and confused. He was the type of person who looked at his own shadow and felt dejected. In his memory, Zhangsun Zijun loved Yi Xichen but that kind of love was the brainless sort that was imposed by external forces. He had never wondered why he felt this way or questioned his att.i.tude.

Now that he looked back at the eight years in his memory, his face was fuzzy and blurred, an unfathomable mystery.

He remembered the past when he was young. He and Yi Xichen grew up in the Medicine Hall. They were very poor. The disciples of the Sword Refining Hall were the lucky ones, all they had to do was to cultivate and train every day. Whatever they needed was given to them so they didn't need to worry about anything. On the other hand, the disciples of the Medicine Hall needed to do a lot of ch.o.r.es like sweeping the courtyard, copying the scriptures, and sometimes they were even insulted and bullied by disciples from the other halls.

Despite all that, those were very happy days. Yi Xichen has always been the type who wouldn't collapse if the sky were to fall down on him. In fact, he was slyer than anyone else. Whenever someone dared to bully them Yi Xichen had many clever ways of dealing with them.

Even if they worked hard all day long, even if he was injured by the demon beasts and couldn't gather any useful herbs, Yi Xichen was always full of vitality. They liked to sit back to back on the top of the mountain to watch the sunset. Yi Xichen would wipe the blood from his face and says in a cheerful, a.s.sertive tone: ”Zijun, we will become very strong.”

”Ok.”

”So strong that no one can fight us.”

”Ok.”

”At that time will we still be together?”

”Yes.”

“Ha ha ha ha, let's go, let's go back and train!”

When Zhangsun Zijun finished reminiscing, his eyes once again fell on Yi Xichen’s face and he smiled. The boy of that year should have grown up like this, rather than the fuzzy appearance in his memory. If that was the case, the fact that Zhangsun Zijun loved him so much is something inevitable and right.

Yi Xichen continued to bet spirit stones. These spirit stones were his precious belongings. Ordinarily, if he lost one he would feel depressed for a long time but at the moment his eyes showed no concern as he lost one after the other. There were wins and loses. He lost more than he won and the spirit stones in his bag were getting fewer and fewer. Soon, all of his primary spirit stones were lost, leaving only a few intermediate spirit stones.

That Fang Youde watched. He had never seen such a customer who didn't care about winning or losing at all, as if his sole purpose was to throw all the spirit stones into the gambling wheel.