Play the cultivation game in the world of immortality

To be honest, Ai Luoluojia's stew is not so delicious.

Qiu Yinxue tried very hard to persuade himself to eat the bowl of stew that smelled of mush. He deliberately ignored the slight smile and a little alienation in the eyes of the person opposite, and then politely said goodbye to the gentle Moon Emperor.

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

Before another separation came, the boy wanted to say goodbye to his friends very seriously.

Following the guidance of the moonlight, Qiu Yinxue met the person whom Ai Luoluo loved and called "mother" as she wished.

Even though she was well-informed, it was difficult for Qiu Yinxue to describe what kind of existence that was.

She is like a mist that lingers in the distant mountains for an eternity, quiet and serene.

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

She is thousands of miles of flowers, colorful, bright light that shines with the stars and the moon, and a mottled dream beyond the reach of all living beings.

She just lay there quietly, and the spring in the garden quietly faded away.

Qiu Yinxue suddenly realized one thing.

"If she doesn't die, the spring of this world will probably never come."

The whispers of the gods came from the boy's ears.

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

"What does it matter?" A clear and lively voice followed, "Who stipulates that it must come from spring to winter?"

"Boring! Boring! Not interesting!"

"As long as it's fun enough!"

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

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

He said again in his heart.

[But she is dying. 】

The gods heard his voice.

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

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

A disjointed voice interjected into the discussion.

There seemed to be a small dispute among the gods, and Qiu Yinxue couldn't understand what they said.

"I don't care! I want her to stay!" The immature voice overwhelmed many voices of protest, very unreasonable, "She is mine! Mine! I finally got it! "

"Hey..." There seemed to be helplessness in the words of a certain god.

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

【What can you do?Where are you going? 】Qiu Yinxue couldn't help being puzzled.

But obviously, the gods didn't have time to explain his doubts at all, and they were all busy coaxing a child who was not very sensible and kept crying.

God also suffers from headaches.

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

It can be said that it was effortless, and Qiu Yinxue learned the conclusion reached by the gods after a dispute. Ai Luoluo had already picked up the food box and stood at the gate of the courtyard looking at herself from afar.

It was midday at this time, and it was obviously the time when the light was at its peak, but for some reason, the light in the small courtyard became blurred and obscured, making Qiu Yinxue's vision dull, and it was almost impossible to see Ai Luoluo's appearance clearly.

At this inappropriate moment, he heard the plea of ​​the gods.

At this moment, the shadow of a certain deity, who has always been soft and steady, seemed to overlap his friend subtly.

There are absolutely no two identical flowers in the world.

In the trance just for a moment, Qiu Yinxue firmly believed that it must be an illusion.