Chapter 19 The Second System Ling Fuyao raised his head and looked at Yi...

Ling Fuyao raised her head and looked at the little fur ball still filled with balloons floating in the air, and she couldn't help but hold her heart.

After all, this little ball of fur is really cute.

Ling Fuyao looked at Mo Beixing, took out a pink ribbon, and stretched out her evil hands towards him.

"This is so cute, don't you think, Beixing?" Ling Fuyao tied a bow around Mo Beixing's waist, and then led the puppy floating in the air like a balloon.

The puppy scratched its short limbs in confusion and tilted its head, expressing its confusion about Ling Fuyao's behavior.

This naturally made Ling Fuyao faint with cuteness.

She happily took the balloon puppy and brought him to a pine tree on the edge of the cliff.

Then she tied the ribbon tied to the puppy to a branch on the side.

Mo Beixing also played with her, without struggling, but swaying his body with the wind.

The weather is very good today. The sunshine is warm but not dazzling. The wind carries a faint fragrance, blowing up Mo Beixing's hair, making him look more like a fluffy dandelion.

This is Mo Beixing's favorite weather. Every time this time comes, he will always find a place where he can get some sunshine, enjoy the breeze, and take a nap.

It’s a bit regrettable that such good weather is not common.

Although Qingyuan Sect is an immortal sect, Ling Fuyao did not change the natural form of the mountain gate. Therefore, Qingyuan Sect will also experience the cycle of the four seasons and will also suffer from thunderstorms, wind and snow.

The path of a cultivator is always hidden in these things.

Mo Beixing didn't understand the way of cultivation, but he liked such changes.

He liked listening to the sound of rain falling, and liked turning into a puppy and hiding under a tree, watching the water drops fall into the small puddles in front of him, splashing ripples.

He likes playing in the snow, rolling in the snow, making snowmen, and having snowball fights with his fellow junior classmates.

Ling Fuyao said that he was a very insightful dog.

Mo Beixing thought so too.

Ling Fuyao did not use any magic to resist the sharp wind on the cliff, but let it blow her hair into a mess.

She liked this feeling very much, because it reminded her of something that happened a long, long time ago, when she was just an ordinary person without the aura of a guardian. If she went outdoors on a windy day, she would be blown into disarray by the strong wind, with her hair as messy as a chicken coop.

Although cultivators have good memories, those things also become vague.

Ling Fuyao sometimes even wondered if those things really existed or if they were just a fantasy during her ordeal.

The puppy lying next to her was still in a daze, its tail wagging intermittently, making Ling Fuyao's hands feel itchy.

I really want to catch it and play with it.

But Ling Fuyao resisted the urge and just touched Mo Beixing's back.

This is already a big dog, and it would be inappropriate to touch its tail casually.

What's more, this little balloon seemed to have entered puberty. Even though he was just a balloon next to her, his soul had already floated to the side of his junior brother.

A big dog cannot be kept.

Ling Fuyao couldn't help but laughed.

Ling Fuyao has been single since birth. Even though she has lived for thousands of years, she has never fallen in love with anyone.

But this did not prevent her from knowing the love stories of her apprentices.

"Master, what are you laughing at?" The little balloon turned around and looked at her.

Ling Fuyao knew that if he exposed Mo Beixing's love affair, the little balloon would probably perform another balloon ejection trick on him, so Ling Fuyao just smiled and untied the ribbon on Mo Beixing and hugged him in his arms: "By the way, Beixing, how did you ask about the thunder tribulation?"

Mo Beixing shook his head and said helplessly: "Xu Fu said he doesn't remember anything."

Ling Fuyao asked again: "What about you? Did you remember anything?"

Mo Beixing still shook his head and said dejectedly: "No Wang, I can't remember anything."

"Okay then." Ling Fuyao didn't care. She sighed and said, "If you can't remember, then don't remember."

Anyway, it’s not a good thing... Ling Fuyao thought.

Mo Beixing turned over and pretended to complain: "Is this matter not important? Master, you don't seem to care at all."

"It's hard to say whether it's important or not." Ling Fuyao touched Mo Beixing's chin: "Anyway, we don't know anything now, right?"

"That's true." The puppy turned over again, like a salted fish on an iron plate, trying to use the sun to roast itself until it was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.

Xu Fu remembered almost nothing about that inexplicable thunder tribulation, and Mo Beixing remembered even less.

His memory was fragmented from the time he served as a guardian, and Ling Fuyao refused to tell him more.

But Mo Beixing didn't dwell on this matter.

Anyway, enough strange things have happened to him.

So, Mo Beixing turned over again and fell into a deep sleep.

"Hey, you guy." Ling Fuyao sighed softly.

The atmosphere at this moment can be considered good.

One man, one dog, and one pine tree.

The sun was very warm and although the wind was a little strong, it was very comfortable.

Ling Fuyao thought, this should be a beautiful day.

If that thing didn't bother her.

A sharp, intermittent electronic sound repeatedly appeared in Ling Fuyao's mind: "The villain... the villain has appeared... please host... the mission... error... error..."

This thing was very noisy, and Ling Fu shook her head in pain. But this time she did not suppress it with her spiritual sense as usual. Instead, she responded to it: "Mission? What mission? After so many years, you still haven't given up?"

The voice paused for a few seconds, and then an extremely sharp pain stirred Ling Fuyao's brain like a steel needle.

“Error error error error!”

Ling Fuyao is a person who is very afraid of pain.

Or, it used to be.

Before coming into this world, she was just an ordinary girl.

That world......

Ling Fuyao stretched out her hand and pressed it on her forehead. Her eyes began to flash with a terrifying golden light: "Mistake? Did you just realize it?"

After a long while, the mechanical voice became normal: "You want to ask me a question, host."

"Yeah, do you know what that thunder was about?" Ling Fuyao asked casually.

"The answer to this question requires points. Host, you can... Error! Error! Error!"

Before it could finish, Ling Fuyao used his spiritual sense to suppress it again, causing the system, which had just recovered a little, to report an error again: "Error! Error! Error!"

"Go home... Host... Go home..." But this time, the system did not disappear immediately. Instead, it tried its best to say one more sentence: "Host, don't you want to go home? Host, as long as you take away the villain's luck, all your wishes can come true."

"Go home?" Ling Fuyao repeated the word, and his eyes suddenly became gentle: "Yes..."

"Host, your parents and your friends are waiting for you in that world. Are you......"

Before the system could finish speaking, Ling Fuyao sneered, and the powerful spiritual power once again pressed on the thing called system.

"You don't think I want to do your damned mission, do you? Idiot!"

She had never believed in this ghost thing that had inexplicably taken her to another world.

"Get out of here, you idiot."

Following a sharp electric sound, the system fell silent.

Ling Fuyao took a few deep breaths before she managed to suppress the fishy and sweet taste that had already reached her throat.