My Future Diary Can’t Be Perfect

The so-called earth is not the ideal hometown in Zhou Zhiyuan's mind at all.

Bad Xunxi doesn't doubt the words of the golden flower. After all, although he didn't come in person, he was still a desperate writer from one of the Thirteen Primitives.

His words are very reliable.

more importantly----

"You seem to know the earth better than I do?"

【certainly. ] On the diary, golden swash characters quickly appeared: [Irregular elliptical planet, a total of more than 7 billion people that are still growing, a worse and worse ecological environment, a more and more developed human civilization, and no Any supernatural, what a beautiful world~]

"What do you know?"

Bad Xunxi's brows furrowed even deeper, and he tried to dismantle the despair writer's intention: "The earth is not an ideal land, so there are supernatural beings on the earth?"

"No, the earth itself is supernatural?"

Immediately afterwards, Bad Xun Xi suddenly thought of a terrible guess. And this guess made him suddenly stand up from his seat almost subconsciously.

However-----

[Shh. 】

Suddenly, a large font appeared on the diary. In a split second, Xun Xi forgot the terrible guess that she had just thought of. I just remember that I seem to have guessed the truth, but now I have forgotten. This feeling made Xun Xi couldn't help rubbing his eyebrows.

"Is this for a dead soul?"

[No way, after all, what I hate most is spoilers. And you are already a dead soul, so don't spoil it for those who are still alive. 】

"Tsk."

Bad Xun Xi took a deep breath when he heard the words, he was determined to pursue it, but considering that he and the despair writer seemed to be equal, but in reality, he could only swallow this breath: "Forget it, let's get back to the point. Even if you change your mind, how can you make Zhou Zhiyuan succeed?"

【It is very simple. 】

The despair writer said easily: [I have a little fate with the stranger from another world. As long as I am willing to pay the price, I can make him ignore Zhou Zhiyuan. 】

[And there are no otherworldly visitors blocking the way. 】

[Zhou Zhiyuan's ceremony can indeed be connected to the earth. 】

[At that time, he is estimated to become the second human being promoted to the last generation. Your plan has failed, and the 'True Xun Xi' outside is also doomed. 】

"Pay the price?"

Seeing this, Bad Xun Xi suddenly smiled: "It's so easy to say, but in fact it should cost a lot, right? It's unlikely that a guy with a bad character like you has friends, but it's almost the same as enemies. You are willing to pay such a big price. The price, just want to see my plan fail?"

"It's not a loss, you."

[Of course not a loss. 】

The despair writer replied without hesitation: [What I like to see most is the expression of despair on your scheming face. 】

【Start by accepting your transaction. 】

[I thought so. 】

[So I can even keep you alive for a while longer. 】

Bad Xun Xi: ""

"No need."

After a while, Bad Xun Xi shook his head and said, "Dear writer, listen to you, I actually have a better script, do you want to hear it?"

【Tell me. 】

"A primordial existence, a great primordial." I saw Bad Xunxi saying word by word: "He can manipulate time, he can write destiny, he conspires against a mortal. And in order to calculate this mortal, He even spares no expense. , but in the end he fell short."

"That mortal still succeeded."

"The original existence, which paid a huge price, ended up being the biggest joke among the Thirteen Primitives."

"Isn't this script more interesting?"

【Oh? 】

Bad Xunxi looked at the note in front of him, and after a pause, the golden squiggly characters on the note reappeared: [Do you think you can still succeed? 】

【What other traps did you set up without telling me? 】

"That's not it."

Bad Xunxi shook his head: "The script was written by you years ago. From that moment on, fate has become a lake without waves, and everything is doomed. And what I did, Just throwing a pebble into the waveless lake."

【Who is Xiao Shizi? 】

"Xun Xi." Bad Xun Xi smiled slightly when he heard the words: "You always thought that the one who really played against you was me, so you ignored the real Xun Xi outside."

"But in fact?"

"I'm already in the past tense, and the one outside is the present tense."

"You must know that when I first crossed over, I went through a difficult period of emotional breakdown. And the one outside is obviously a fish in water."

(see Chapter 12 for details)

"So I have great confidence in 'Xun Xi'." Bad Xun Xi continued:

"In the script you designed, he is a variable. I believe that Xun Xi's ingenuity can completely surprise you."

【interesting. 】

During the speech, the figure of Bad Xun Xi has become more and more faint, it is obvious that the undead in this memory cannot exist for too long. After rejecting the alms of the desperate writer, Bad Xun Xi could no longer support: "It seems that you are not as unhappy as I imagined."

【Why are you unhappy. 】

The golden squiggles continued to appear, and the despair writer's bearing was still elegant and calm: [I just want to have fun, the more fun I am, the more interested I am. 】

[As for who Lezi is. 】

【I do not mind. 】

It doesn't matter even if it's me~www.wuxiamtl.com~ It's better to say, paying such a huge price to calculate a mortal, only to be turned against him by him, this kind of development is indeed quite hopeless. 】

【I like. 】

"Ha ha."

Bad Xun Xi also laughed lightly when he heard the words, and then showed a look of memory, but he closed his eyes without saying anything. Immediately afterwards, he saw a strange smile on his mouth, just like a dream bubble, it exploded into nothingness with a snap.

And after he disappeared.

The black diary on the desk also flipped over, and turned directly to the last page, which was a paragraph written in black ink.

Seems like it was written by Bad Xun Xi while talking to Desperate Writer.

But there are not many words, only three sentences.

"Death is not the end, but the beginning."

"As the unveiler and writer, I started the big drama of Earth Teaching before my death. And my death will open the curtain of another big drama for you."

"Please look forward to it."

"You will be satisfied."

Moments later, golden squiggles from the desperate writer appeared below the message, as if an aristocrat was replying to his pen pal.

【I am looking forward. 】

"Snapped!"

The diary closed and disappeared from the desk. With the disappearance of the diary, the supernatural room built by the entire memory also ushered in a complete collapse, and was then smashed into pieces. It was as if the originally calm lake surface was being smashed into ripples by a stone.

－－－－－－off topic－－－－－

In the evening, there are three more today.