Lu Feng Quotes

At least, the moment Lu Feng put his gun into An Zhe's backpack, within the eons, there was once such second—in that second, the Arbiter left his pistol to a xenogenic, forsaking his lifelong beliefs to love him.

Upon this ancient desert, only the two of them remained. With a muffled thump, the gun fell to the ground. Lu Feng closed his eyes and held An Zhe tightly in his arms.

I used to suffer for the trials," Lu Feng said. "Now, losing him is my only suffering.

While looking at the spore, Lu Feng murmured, "He was a mushroom." His voice was hoarse, but it seemed to contain endless compassion and tenderness. "He was just a… little mushroom.

I don't hate you," he said. A long silence. "Why?" Lu Feng's slightly raspy voice suddenly sounded in his ear. "What... do you mean, why?" he asked. "Why can you..."—Lu Feng looked at him—"always forgive me?" (...) "I understand you," he said.

Lu Feng was afraid. He was actually afraid. What was he afraid of? Afraid of losing this man in his arms. It was like... if he lost this person, he had lost everything.

An Zhe frowned and thought hard. "For example, if you were infected—" Lu Feng promptly covered him up with the quilt. "I would immediately commit suicide," Lu Feng said coldly. "Go to sleep.

He tried to have Lu Feng move into the room next door, but Lu Feng expressionlessly told him, If you don’t want to share a room with me, you can continue sleeping in the tank of nutrient solution.

The world was so vast, and Lu Feng had insisted on going to the Abyss. The Abyss was so big, and he had insisted on going to those open plains to roll around. They were originally not meant to meet.

I know you," he eventually said. "You're not even human." Lu Feng's fingers were gripping his shoulders, eyes still so cold but something collapsing in his voice. Lu Feng almost trembled as he asked, "How do you know me?

There was nothing good about the city. Only potato soup was good. If... if his spore hadn't been close to Lu Feng then he would've left.

Where is your gun?" Lu Feng answered, "I gave it to someone.

Lu Feng's fingers took the white note, his voice slightly hoarse. "What did you agree on?" Polly replied, "If one day, the Northern Base's judges come here... just say that An Zhe has left.

In such an era, protecting everyone was just a doomed illusion. However, Lu Feng felt that if he could at least protect someone--when he asked for help, such a fleeting expectation had risen in his heart.

He seemed to be waiting for something, Lu Feng thought. He had an idea and did it. Lu Feng leaned down slightly and kissed An Zhe again. There were no intense actions and no resistance. It was a deep, quiet kiss,

Although he couldn't see Lu Feng, he somehow felt that this person should also be happy now. The happiness of a mushroom was obviously based on laziness. He just didn't know what the happiness of the colonel was based on.

Between an Arbiter trusting a xenogenic or a xenogenic trusting an Arbiter, it was hard to say which was more absurd—no matter what reason they had. Perhaps the day they met was the beginning of the world's most absurd story. But in the darkness, neither of them could clearly see the other's face. In this place that was isolated from the world, in this moment that nobody knew of, it seemed as though regardless of what one did, it would not matter. Everything would be forgotten, and everything would be tacitly agreed to. While listening to An Zhe's soft breathing, Lu Feng closed his eyes.

At the time, Mr. Shaw had a cigarette dangling from his mouth as he said, "With your good looks, seem like the type to have a very powerful man. Tsk, I better find one for you quickly." An Zhe said nothing. In truth, all he had was a mannequin that hadn't yet taken shape. This mannequin was still being crafted day after day, and it resembled Lu Feng more and more.

In the silence, it was unclear if Lu Feng was driven by some emotion or it was just a subconscious action when he hugged An Zhe from behind. Lu Feng's arm pressed down against An Zhe's, and An Zhe stirred. He had planned to move his arm downward but there was nowhere he could put it, so he moved it back up a little and rested his fingers on Lu Feng's forearm, just like how he used to curl his hyphae around nearby rocks or tree trunks.

But Mr. Shaw glanced at him. "I forgot to ask you. What's the story behind your clothes? An Zhe was at a loss for words. Lu Feng's coat was still draped over his shoulders, and in the coat's pocket were Lu Feng's work notebook and ballpoint pen. Mr. Shaw narrowed his eyes. "Last night, when Poet and I were in the tents, where were you?" he asked. "Did you sleep with him?" "No." An Zhe always felt that Mr. Shaw was interrogating him. He replied in a small voice, "He didn't sleep." Mr. Shaw let out a huff of laughter. "How did you know he didn't sleep? You did sleep with him. How was he? 'Fess up.

There will be no peace on Feng Lu. I have seen how humans adapt to a cruel world. I have watched this continent of peace and plenty become the grasping, violent place it is now.

All over the gold silk lining of the brocade cloak, Amah had embroidered a secret; a map of Feng Lu, rendered in rich jewel tones and surrounded by a border of pearl-white lanterns. The five kingdoms nestled in a sea of turquoise thread representing the oceans. Symbols and images had been stitched all around the border: moon-colored cranes taking flight, red roses burning in the desert sand, a phoenix rampant in tree branches, a silvery fish, a shining sword of steel.

Lu Feng lowered his head and gently spoke into his ear. "Let me see you give birth to another one.

He was currently turning into a mushroom. Hyphae climbed up Lu Feng's clothes, and his shape gradually transformed. After becoming a mushroom and casting off the shackles of his human body, he could freely go here and there in the Abyss. Halfway through the change, Lu Feng pressed down on his stomach with one hand. The man had always liked to play like this. Lu Feng asked, "When will you have a baby spore?

Lu Feng seemed to suddenly realize something. He asked, "You can get smaller?" He could. This was something An Zhe himself had only recently realized as well. He could control his own size, but he didn't know if it had anything to do with how he used to eat things willy-nilly.

He couldn’t keep it hidden for long, he knew. Once order was restored and research began anew, it would definitely be possible to figure out the sequence of events of the humans important laboratory losing something. He had to leave-the earlier, the better. But he couldn’t keep himself from taking a sharp, cool object out of his shirt pocket. It was the badge that Lu Feng had pinned to his coat, which An Zhe had taken off. He held it in his hand, thinking that once the aurora lit up and he heard the news of the PL1109 returning, he’d leave then — if such a day came. There wasn’t anything good in this city. Only potato soup was quite nice. If it weren’t — if it weren’t for his spore always wanting to get close to Lu Feng, he would have left long ago.

Lu Feng thought this and had to ask, "...Aren't you afraid of me?" An Zhe was questioned and slowly opened his eyes, In the dim light, his eyes seemed to be covered with a soft and beautiful mist. It had only been a short time since he seemed to have fallen asleep and his voice was sullen. "What should I be afraid of?

Lu Feng didn't know why An Zhe had suddenly become like this and could only hold on tighter. This person seemed to be suddenly dying--just like this fickle world.

At the time, Mr. Shaw had a cigarette dangling from his mouth as he said, "With your good looks, you seem like the type to have a very powerful man. Tsk, I better find one for you quickly." An Zhe said nothing. In truth, all he had was a mannequin that hadn't yet taken shape. This mannequin was still being crafted day after day, and it resembled Lu Feng more and more.

The original road, the road he had firmly committed to memory—was no more. Surrounded by mushrooms and dead trees, he looked at the sky in despair. He didn't know. He didn't know that things would be so—so merciless. Lu Feng was right. He had no idea how big the world was. He couldn't possibly find it, unless his life was as long as eternity itself. But he was a mushroom, his existence ephemeral. He was destined to die while searching for that cave. Nothing in the world lasted forever. Not even the very first promise.

Twilight slowly descended upon the room. Lu Feng reached out with his right hand and ruffled An Zhe's hair. An Zhe lowered his eyes slightly. The feeling of being patted on the head by the Arbiter was very wondrous. He felt that Lu Feng was now very soft.

Feeling very embarrassed, he covered himself up with the quilt. He heard Lu Feng let out a laugh, and then the side of the bed dipped down as Lu Feng got in.

I may not be able to return," Lu Feng said, his voice slightly hoarse. "Take care of yourself.