Playing the cultivation game in the world of cultivating immortals

To be honest, Ai Luoluo's stew is not that delicious.

Qiu Yinxue tried very hard to convince himself to eat the bowl of stew that smelled like paste. He deliberately ignored the faint smile and slight alienation in the eyes of the person opposite him, and then politely said goodbye to the gentle Moon Emperor.

Nothing can change himself, the silver-white boy said in his heart.

Before parting again, the young man wanted to say goodbye to his friends very seriously.

Following the guidance of the moonlight, Qiu Yinxue got her wish and met the person whom Ai Luoluo loved and called "mother".

Although Qiu Yinxue was well-informed, it was difficult to describe what kind of existence it was.

She is like the eternal mist lingering in the distant mountains, quiet and peaceful.

She is like the clearest black jade in the world and the breeze among the pines on the cliff. It is extremely clear and elusive.

She is thousands of miles of flowers, colorful in color, a dazzling light that reflects the stars and the moon in the distance, and a mottled fantasy dream that is out of reach for all living beings.

She just lay there quietly, causing the spring breeze in the garden to fade away silently.

【But she is dying.】

Qiu Yinxue watched quietly as Ai Luoluo combed her long and smooth black hair hanging down her sides. She watched Ai Luoluo's hands go straight through her thin hair, her slightly transparent arms, and her voice was extremely soft: "She is about to

Disappeared..."

"I don't care! I want her to stay!" The childish voice was so arrogant that it overwhelmed the many voices of protest. It was very unreasonable, "She is mine! Mine! I managed to get it!"

"

[What will happen? Where will it go?] Qiu Yinxue couldn't help but wonder.

It didn't take long, at least before Ai Luoluo got up to pack the food box, the returning god gave the answer.

"As long as it's interesting enough!"

"Wait a minute, this is different from what we agreed before. We agreed with... that as soon as this is over, we have to send her back immediately...!"

"It's boring! It's boring! It's boring!"

The devout girl lowered her eyes and said nothing, carefully arranging the scattered skirts of the person on the bed as if she were treating the most precious treasure.

The young man heard the whispers of the gods in his ears.

The frivolous and cheerful voice chuckled: "Yes, yes - but what does that matter?"

"If she hadn't died, the spring of this world would probably never come."

"Hey..." A certain god seemed to have helplessness in his words.

God also gets headaches.

He said in his heart again.

Qiu Yinxue suddenly realized something.

It can be said that Qiu Yinxue learned the conclusion reached by the gods after a dispute without any effort. Ai Luoluo had already picked up the food box and stood at the courtyard gate looking at her from a distance.

There seemed to be a small dispute between the gods, and Qiu Yinxue could not hear what they were saying.

But it was obvious that the gods had no time to answer his questions. They were all busy coaxing a child who was not very sensible and kept crying.

"Children who don't belong here...will one day...arrive..."

The gods heard his voice.

"What does it matter?" followed by a clear and lively voice, "Who stipulates that spring must come after winter?"

A disjointed voice interjected into the discussion.

"Oh, then just think of a way to prevent her from disappearing so quickly..."

It was midday, obviously the time when the light was at its strongest, but for some reason the light in the small courtyard became blurry and obscured, making Qiu Yinxue's vision dull and almost unable to see Ai Luoluo's appearance.

At this inappropriate moment, he heard the god's request.

At this moment, the shadow of a certain god, who had always been gentle and calm, seemed to cleverly overlap with his friend.

There are absolutely no two identical flowers in the world.

Qiu Yinxue was in a daze for a moment, and firmly believed that it must be an illusion.