Please ask the dream

"What's wrong with illiteracy? Shouldn't illiteracy kill you?"

Feng Xue rolled her eyes, but she felt very comfortable.

The aura of nightmare and king slowly receded from his body, and his "human" self-recognition once again allowed him to return to his normal posture. The yellow robe and the twin stars in the sky disappeared at the same time. He stretched out hard and faced Little Lonely. road:

"How are you doing there?"

"It's no problem anymore. It's mainly because it's inconvenient to deal with." Hearing Feng Xue's call, Xiao Guoduo jumped up to his side, showing no trace of his usual social fear, and said very confidently:

"This nightmare is actually something like a weapon spirit in this field. It is just turned black due to external influences. If you want to destroy it, you must destroy this field together. The negative impact will be even greater. How about it?" Just leave it like this, waiting for the next owner to take care of it.”

"That's it, then let's leave it to the old man to have a headache." Feng Xue shrugged nonchalantly. He first let Little Lonely return to his mind to prevent this Hongying man from becoming the target of the nightmare, and then released the projection structure. , trying to open a channel.

However, the passage was not found, but the aura was able to capture one.

The figure dissipated like the breeze, and the next moment, Feng Xue appeared in front of a familiar yet unfamiliar building. Although it looked a little different, geographically, this place undoubtedly corresponded to the real-life residence of the third generation of Qingyun Creator.

At this time, the peeper was holding a shovel and digging hard into the residence.

"What kind of game are you playing?"

Seeing the peeper sticking his butt out and digging hard, Feng Xue asked with a strange expression. The peeper trembled when he heard this, turned around suddenly, and said in shock:

"Why are you here? Wait, you didn't throw Ju Zhan to that nightmare, right? If no one is there to restrain him, that guy can't stop Ju Zhan!"

"Don't worry, it's been solved." Feng Xue waved her hand and didn't say anything more to him. Hearing this, the peeper seemed a little unbelievable, but as his eyes hidden in the hood flashed several times, Feng Xue could He could clearly feel the G·I particles around him vibrating violently.

But soon, the peeper calmed down. He took a deep breath, and then said in a complicated tone:

"I didn't expect that you actually got promoted without using the inheritance field. That's good. You have become the Creator. This guy's resurrection should not have any twists and turns."

While talking, the peeper dug up a shovelful of soil again. After several attempts, he dug out an urn.

Now Feng Xue can be regarded as a creator. At a glance, it can be seen that it is not that "the third generation of Qingyun left his urn as a back-up before his death", but that the peeper used his "imagination" to The remaining traces in this field belonging to the three generations of creators have become this "urn".

As for whether the third generation can be resurrected, Feng Xue has no doubts. After all, Xiao Lonely is still alive. The creator of the third generation, who is missed by everyone in Qingyun, cannot fail as long as no one deliberately blocks it.

Looking at the simple urn, the two of them had a brief moment of silence. However, the peeper was mature enough and immediately realized what he had to do. With a finger, a store he had seen before appeared in the former residence of the Creator. Opposite door.

Feng Xue understood immediately. As the two of them entered and exited, and when they opened their eyes again, they found...

"Wait a minute, where did you get me? Is this still Qingyun?"

Feng Xue looked at the scene in front of her in bewilderment, unable to turn her head around.

"I don't know either?" The peeper lost his usual composure at this time. The hut behind him came and went, disappeared and reappeared, appeared and disappeared again, and went back and forth several times, but there was still no change.

Seeing the peepers going crazy, Feng Xue tapped her temple gently, and Su Yeli's voice immediately came to her mind -

"My Majesty, congratulations on your enthronement. Do you want to be canonized by contacting me now? I am so dissatisfied that I don't dare to compete for the position of queen. I just want..."

"Don't make trouble! Can you feel where I am now?" Although Feng Xue was a little nostalgic for the long-lost behavior of the female ghost, but now it was as if he had traveled directly to a Picasso painting, and he did not interact with her. Su Yeli's mood of "tuning Suqin".

"Oh, yes, aren't you right over at the Suqin Central Command Building? I've just finished it, wait a minute!"

After the words fell, a figure flashed in Feng Xue's mind. The next moment, Su Yeli, wearing a fancy evening gown, appeared in front of Feng Xue. She held up her skirt with both hands and curtsied, with a hint of provocation in her beautiful eyes. .

Su Yeli didn't respond, but Feng Xue had a problem with her character and frowned:

"This is the Central Command?"

He pointed at the dirty clouds in the sky that looked like spilled watercolors, and then pointed at the rainbow-like layered pavement on the ground——

"Is this reality?"

"yes?"

Su Yeli nodded calmly, even showing a bit of doubt, as if she suspected that Feng Xue was playing a guessing game with her.

At this moment, Feng Xue's first reaction was that the female ghost was acting weird again, but the interconnected emotions between the two parties told him that the female ghost was really confused at this time.

"Is it because she is a nightmare?" Feng Xue had this idea in her mind, and immediately turned to look at the still frantic peepers and said:

"Don't be crazy, this is reality, so do you know what's going on?"

"I don't know!"

The Peeper shouted almost like a roar:

"It shouldn't be like this at all! Even if that magic stick is really dead, it shouldn't be..."

At this point, the peeper suddenly stopped and turned his head stiffly like a puppet. He looked directly at Feng Xue, who had already begun to contact Lou Shuang and You Wei, and said in a somewhat uncontrollable tone:

"When you said it was solved, you didn't mean to push Ju Zhan back after being promoted to the Creator, nor did you kill his body, but to completely 'solve' him?"

"Yeah, that guy was so spineless. He actually begged for mercy at the end of the fight. He was so spineless!"

Feng Xue was still a little bit upset that Ju Zhan didn't have a creator-level confrontation with him at the last moment, but the peeper was numb at this time.

He scratched his head hard through his hood, but still made an incomprehensible sound——

"That's not right. Even if Ju Zhan and that magic stick are on their knees, isn't there still that coward from Xing Huan? If that guy is here, he won't be able to..."

"Uh, wait a minute, you mean... the current situation is caused by the death of all the Creators?" Feng Xue finally grasped the point, but the peeper shook his head and said:

"It's just a bit like it, but it shouldn't be that serious. As long as there is a Creator who is still alive, it shouldn't be..."

"Well, well, although it's a bit late, the creator of Star Ring became a vegetative state a month ago... I did it."

"..." The peeper's scratching of his head suddenly froze, and thousands of words were stuck deep in his throat. In the end, he only turned into a voice from his soul——

"You illiterate!"