In the space, Shen Qingyi looked at the piles of various spiritual plants and flowers, as well as the neatly stacked magical instruments.

Looking at the mirror that Shen Qingyi had tricked in again, Tianyuan vines wrapped around it and put it on the other side.

The corners of Shen Qingyi's mouth twitched.

During this period of time, she also discovered that Tianyuan actually had some obsessive-compulsive disorder.

All kinds of spiritual plants were arranged according to their medicinal properties, colors, shapes, and magical instruments. Although I didn't know much about them, the long and short, square and flat ones were all separated and placed neatly, without leaving out a single one or piece.

Even if Ah Qing didn't believe it and messed it up a little, he would put it back to its original position the next moment.

But for Tianyuan, Aqing is okay, but Arong seems to be a born rebel.

The more neatly you arrange things, the more it can't help but come forward to touch here and jump there. The more Tianyuan forbids it from wandering around, the more it disobeys.

Seeing Tianyuan's helpless expression, Aqing had no choice but to step forward to block Arong and play with Arong.

Tianyuan put the things that Arong had messed up in order again.

For him, the past five hundred years had been a time of little fun. Every day, apart from hoping that his seeds would take root and sprout, he had to arrange all kinds of things.

Calculated according to the age of monsters, his age is actually about the same as A Rong and the others, perhaps even younger.

But perhaps because of the premature maturation, he could not be like a real child, and because of his past experiences, he could not be as carefree as A Rong and A Qing.

He was not as lucky as Aqing, even though they grew up in the same place of imprisonment, but Aqing was protected by his grandfather tree, and although Arong was born without a mother, he was lucky enough to meet Shen Qingyi.

As for the spirits with baby voices and mature thoughts, Tianyuan knew clearly that they were different.

The spirit of an artifact has no heart, it only carries inheritance and some memories and emotions. Apart from the emotional resonance between it and its master, the spirit of an artifact does not care too much about other creatures.

The emotions between them are not connected.

And his five hundred years cannot be erased.

Tianyuan continued to fiddle with his things.

His eyes were somewhat empty.

My thoughts have already flown away.

In fact, he felt that this period of time, although not long, was the happiest time in his five hundred years.

Although I suffered many injuries, more and more serious than before.

But it made him feel that his existence had some meaning.

However, he couldn't let go of the Bixen Continent. He couldn't bear to watch it continue to be swallowed by darkness...

Hearing the noise outside the space, Shen Qing sat up straight. She knew that the guy was back!

Looking at the somewhat embarrassed Nightmare Demon, Shen Qingyi felt no sympathy.

This guy's behavior these days is obviously to devour her.

Anyone who kills someone with malicious intent will be killed!

"Spirit of Origin, you are finally back!"

The Nightmare Demon just looked up at Shen Qingyi without saying much.

After handing the spiritual plant and the magic weapon wrapped in it to Shen Qingyi, he asked the usual question.

"Can I come out now?"

“It seems to be a little bit short.”

In response to this answer, the Nightmare Demon was neither as angry as he was at the beginning nor as furious as he was later.

He just glanced at Shen Qingyi calmly.

It seems like I already knew the answer.

Looking into the Nightmare Demon's gloomy eyes, Shen Qingyi knew that this guy was on the verge of exploding.