My Simping System

　　 The news of Scourge popped up again.

　　 Regarding this system, Ye An has never cared about it. He is the holy son of the temple. He doesn't have to be tied to the system for a little reward for tasks, and he has to complete various tasks.

　　 The only reward for the mission worth doing was the fragments of the leaves of the world tree and the jade of luck.

　　 But with the complete death of Chen Che, the son of luck, there is no need to complete the task.

　　 Ye An originally thought that was the case, and thought that the existence of the system could be ignored.

　　 Up to this point, the system text about the Scourge jumped out line by line.

　　 He turned around suddenly, staring at the noble and arrogant empress figure in the distance. At this moment, the latter knelt on one knee, clutching the sun mark at the center of his eyebrows, and his body trembled.

　　 You can see the news about the Scourge constantly jumping, and Qixi's luck value and divine power are also quite obvious.

　　 "Scourge...!"

　　 Ye An suddenly woke up.

　　 He put down the Jianmu tree buds and hurried back to the promenade anxiously.

　　Ran has just taken a step.

　　 A hazy consciousness suddenly surged into my heart.

　　 The emerald green light emerged out of thin air, and the buds of Jianmu trees behind him had grown into towering trees at some point in time, and this was only a momentary time.

　　 "The sacred tree of Jianmu...?"

　　 Ye An turned around and looked at the Jianmu that had grown into a towering tree for some unknown time.

　　 Immediately, my eyes went black.

　　 The hazy picture greeted the eyes.

　　 That is a long and thin white line that continues to spread forward. Then, the white line suddenly stopped.

　　 Then, another picture slowly emerged.

　　 That is a very familiar scene, the location is located in the secret realm among the ruins of the ancient country at this moment, and it is also in the long corridor behind this altar—

　　 Qixi holds the holy spear, although hesitates.

　　 In the end, the holy gun was inserted into Ye An.

　　 It seems that this is what should have happened.

　　 Unfortunately not.

　　 The picture dimmed, spreading countless cracks and fragments.

　　 The long and thin white line that kept driving forward suddenly changed its direction.

　　 If one word is used to represent the long thin white line... Ye An only has one word left in his mind, called the timeline.

　　 The ending that should have gone, even if it splits several times, it will arrive in the end.

　　 Unless Qixi, who is a half outsider, changes the ending by himself.

　　 In the end, the time line in his eyes gradually dimmed.

　　 Consciousness gradually became clear.

　　 Ye An only felt that this kind of feeling was a bit familiar, and suddenly realized.

　　 This sense of perception is quite similar to using the fragments of the leaves of the world tree.

　　 The towering tree that has just grown into the sky is just an illusion, turning around and looking at it, it is still a small green tree bud.

　　 "Jianmu is the world tree..."

　　 Ye'an picked up the buds of the trees cultivated in the pots and carefully put them in the storage space.

　　 Then, he hurried back to the promenade.

　　 The once indifferent and arrogant empress figure is still kneeling on one knee, her body trembling.

　　 After detecting the arrival of Ye An.

　　 Pray for Xi's heart to move, forcibly suppressing the discomfort in my heart.

　　 She slowly got up, her figure still proud, her slender and soft jade hand held the holy spear and gently pulled it up.

　　 At that time, Chen Che's body had been turned into ashes and scattered to the ground.

"how is it?"

　　 Qixi put away the holy spear, played with the tips of her silver hair, and said, "There shouldn't be any damage to Jianmu, right?"

　　 Ye An nodded slightly and said, "Everything is fine."

　　He stared at Qixi's body.

　　 In the system panel, Qixi's luck is still a question mark.

　　 However, the negative state of Scourge is still there, and the luck is still declining.

　　 It’s just that maybe there is a way to pray for Xi that can temporarily slow down the torment of the scourge and delay the weakening of the luck, but it will definitely not be too long.

"correct."

　　 After hesitating for a while, Ye An said: "Your Majesty, the tree of wood...it seems to have been a bridge connecting heaven, earth, man and god, so can it predict the future?"

　　 These are things he already knows, but he wants to ask Qixi's attitude towards this.

　　 And Qixi nodded slightly, and said naturally, "Of course."

　　 "...how to say, know the thoughts of everyone in the world and what to do, and guess what might happen."

　　 "Only certain gods could do it once, and Jianmu was originally created by those gods, and naturally it can predict a small part of the future."

　　 She didn't hide anything, she explained it all.

　　 It's just that there seems to be some dissatisfaction among the blood-colored pupils.

　　 Ye An hesitated and said, "Maybe what I saw just now may be the future."

　　 Qixi was taken aback for a moment, her clear eyes filled with doubts, "?"

　　 She shook her head slightly and said, "No, it's impossible."

　　 "I noticed before, it was just a tree bud..."

　　 Ye An interrupted her words and said, "It's really just a tree bud, but for a moment, it suddenly became a big tree."

　　 Qixi's pretty face is full of surprise.

　　 The original doubts and faint dissatisfaction in the pair of heterochromatic pupils were quickly occupied by curiosity.

　　 "Really...?" she said.

　　 Ye An said, "Idiot, what did I lie to you for for no reason? Don't think too much."

　　 Pray for Xi Liu's eyebrows frowned, I think Ye An's words are very familiar.

　　 is exactly what she said before fooling Ye An.

　　 She was dissatisfied: "You...huh, that's all."

　　 cleared up his emotions a little bit, Qi Xi said calmly: "Then tell me, what did you see?"

　　As the empress of the temple, her knowledge and experience are much richer than that of Ye An.

　　 She also knows Ye An's future.

　　 In addition, the conflicts and contradictions of various famous sect families, the balance game between the various forces in the mainland, the ruins of the tomb that may cause turmoil... There are many things, without prediction, she knows everything.

　　, of course, except for certain men and women.

　　 Therefore, if Ye Anru wants to lie to her, she will definitely see through.

　　 Ye An was silent for a moment, and he hesitated: "I don't know if it's better to say it all... Forget it, just say it."

　　 His worried expression seemed very urgent, and he continued immediately:

　　 "Your Majesty, you are too arrogant and not very good at your vision. You still misunderstood the wrong person."

　　 "The ancient tree said...I am one step closer to becoming a child of luck."

　　 "It seems that I only have this qualification, and not the true son of luck."

　　 Of course these words—all lies.

　　 can neither speak too deadly to cause Qixi to worry; but also must give a little bit of hope so that Qixi will not be too tormented.

　　 During the time when hope remained, Ye An decided to become the son of luck by himself.

　　 In Chen Che's spiritual consciousness before, he accidentally absorbed a considerable part of Chen Che's memory.

　　 In the vagueness, he saw those memories with some hope.

　　 It's just that Ye An's thoughts are still too messy, and it takes time to sort out.

　　"..."

　　 Qixi's eyes were startled, her red lips opened slightly unconsciously, and her face was full of surprise.

　　 Soon she shook her head again and again, and said in surprise: "How is it possible?"

"Do not-"

　　 The voice stopped abruptly before the words were finished, and she abruptly cut off the second half of the sentence.

　　 "I mean, Jianmu..."

　　 Qixi maintained a calm and composed look for a long time, a little flustered at the moment, repeatedly explained.

　　 Ye An sighed slightly and took a step forward.

　　 immediately stretched out his hand.

　　 touched Qixi's forehead.

　　 "Rude!"

　　 Qixi was taken aback for a moment, grabbed Ye An's wrist, and changed her tone.

　　 There is more contempt in that blood pupil.

　　 "Relax."

　　 Ye An said softly.

　　He has some clues, the sun totem mark on the center of Qixi's brow is actually the source of divine power.

　　 In other words, this is a weakness.

　　 It's no wonder that her reaction was too agitated.

　　 prayed for the willow eyebrows frowned, the dignified and solemn face couldn't help showing a hint of doubt, and then questioned: "What are you going to do?"

　　 "It's not taking advantage of you, Your Majesty, that kind of thing will last a long time, and there will be opportunities in the future."

　　 "Now I am serious."

　　 Ye An said, "Aren't you not believing what I said."

　　 Qixi pursed her mouth slightly, and said, "No, I mean, what you see should be just an illusion..."

　　 Ye An shook his head and interrupted: "Your Majesty."

　　 "I should make you more comfortable, don't move."

　　 "What?" Qi Xi was startled, "Comfortable?"

　　 "What are you going to do to me..."

　　 Ye An stretched out his hand again.

　　 This time, the finger smoothly reached the center of Qixi's forehead.

　　 Even though there are some soft silver bangs, I can still detect the heat of the sun's mark.

　　 His heart moved, and a touch of text appeared before his eyes.

　　[Host current luck value: 82147]

　　 [Do you want to transfer luck? 】

　　80,000 fortunes are indeed worthy of this opportunity of the Holy Son of the Temple.

　　 There are many ordinary people in the mainland, and throughout their lives, perhaps their luck has not exceeded one hundred times.

　　 The gap is too big.

"Yes."

　　 Ye An read a number silently in his heart.

　　[Fortune value: -72147! 】

　　【Remaining luck: 10000】

　　 The remaining ten thousand air luck is enough, even more than enough.

　　 He cannot give away all his luck.

　　 Otherwise, I'm afraid that if you wait a moment, an accident will happen.

　　 More than 70,000 points of air luck can alleviate the negative effects of the Scourge.

　　【Successful transfer! 】

　　The last line of words fell.

　　 means that the invisible and ethereal air luck has been given to Qixi along the fingers as a medium.

　　 The reason why the system wanted to do this, in addition to the inexplicable sense of ritual, was also to prevent the host's hand injury and unintentional behavior... If you can transport the qi casually, you won't come back.

　　 "Hmm...uh!"

　　 Qi Xi Jiao's body trembled, and both hands tightly held Ye An's arm.

　　 She panted slightly, her pretty face covered with a faint blush.

　　 "Something came in—ah."

　　 murmured inadvertently.

　　 Then she suddenly noticed something.

　　 The torture of the Scourge suppressed with divine power has been inadvertently alleviated a lot.

　　 can even be said to be completely offset.

　　 committed suicide by a child of luck, and the punishment he received was far more than that.

　　 "Those things..."

　　 "What are those things?"

　　 Qixi bit her red lips lightly, with peach blossoms on her face, her body was filled with warm sun.

　　 It's been a long time since she felt such a comfortable time.

　　 "It's like... the divine power is gradually restored."

　　 she murmured.

　　 Ye An didn't answer her face-to-face, and was silent for a moment, then slowly withdrew his hand.

　　 More than 70,000 points of luck.

　　 It only took a short while, and it was all sent out.

　　 It is impossible not to feel bad, he just feels that he is drained.

　　 Ye Anlue felt unwell, and his consciousness was dizzy. It was because of the excessive consumption of air luck.

loss.

　　 He suddenly felt that he was still the licking dog of the female emperor; unfortunately, the female emperor also happened to be his licking dog?

　　 "Comfortable, right?"

　　 Ye An said, "Is this a letter? I didn't lie to you, I'm one step away from becoming the son of luck."

　　 Qixi bit her red lips lightly, lowered her head slightly, nodded after hesitating for a moment, and said: "Comfortable..."

　　 "Can you... come back for a while?"

　　 Ye An turned black immediately, "No."