Yu Xunge didn't rush to give an answer. She walked down the steps, and her clothes had somehow changed to the same wine-red battle robe that I was wearing. While adjusting her cuffs, she asked about information related to Midsummer's Decline.

Everything was filled with an extremely irrational sense of order.

Her appearance, hair color, and flower branches remained unchanged, but whether it was Midsummer's Wither or all the fragrant branches, celestial phenomena, or players of other races that she encountered afterward, they all regarded her as Midsummer's Me.

No matter how common-sense the question about the withering of midsummer was, the other party would give a detailed answer in a way that was completely different from everyday conversation.

For example, Qi Hua was the number one in Xinghai at that time.

For example, although the "lighthouse" was destroyed in the invasion war, the powerful Hua had already collected all 10 lighthouse fragments.

"She always hated the blood staining the lighthouse. She was a very complaining Fuzhi, but after every war, she would complain about it."

"I think that's why she didn't rebuild the lighthouse after collecting all the fragments? Or perhaps she sensed something was wrong with the frequent interstellar wars long before the bells rang, and rather than rashly rebuilding the lighthouse, she decided to stay in the world of other beings, so she wouldn't feel bad if it broke."

For example, "Midsummer".

Since Qi Hua arrived, the leader of the Celestial Clan in midsummer has been slacking off.

"It's right for him to give up, otherwise he might not be alive now. Because Qi Hua doesn't like too many voices in a world. She likes everything to be under her control, and all living beings should just listen to her commands and not do anything stupid."

"As it turns out, she is always right. The survival rate of Fuzhi is the highest among all living beings, and after moving to Zhongxia, Zhongxia has become stronger and stronger."

"Qi Hua is the flower branch of all Fu Zhi, do you understand what I mean? Without her, we would no longer be Fu Zhi."

"And what about me?" Yu Xunge kept her mission firmly in mind. She looked into Zhongxia's withered eyes and asked. The expression in Zhongxia's eyes changed slightly because of her question. Like a mechanical NPC gaining consciousness, she looked into those gentle eyes and asked again, "And what about me?"

Midsummer Withers was silent for a moment, then said, "They say that the flower is the branch that deceives the flower, and I am the soil that nourishes it."

"They said" is a very special description, and while both flower branches and flower soil sound like indispensable things, they are quite different upon closer inspection.

She once used the term "flower soil" to describe the cicada, believing that all the fragrant branches would only take root in the world where she was. She used to think this term was extremely heavy, but now she heard an even more special description—the flower branches of all the fragrant branches.

Yu Xunge had already seen the army ahead: Tianxiang, Fuzhi, Zhuman, Yuguo... there were more than a dozen races at a glance.

The army has assembled, and the players are awaiting their orders.

The moment "I" appeared, the scene fell silent, and all the players looked at me respectfully.

Although she could already vaguely guess what was going on from their initial conversation, Yu Xunge still couldn't help but ask, "Did Qi Hua agree to let you launch this invasion while she was away?"

"No..." Midsummer withers away from her disguise, her face begins to change, and she becomes like me, but the players below seem not to notice, still staring intently at Yu Xunge.

Looking at Zaijiu Xunge, I said, "She disagrees. She made it clear that no matter what world we invade, we must wait for her to return. She will not allow the final invasion of any world to take place without her presence."

"What if other worlds invade Midsummer?"

"No living being in the Star Sea has the audacity to invade the world of the Deceitful Flower."