Kunlun, as a divine artifact, is self-evident.
The flowers on the towering wooden roof, like the tender buds on its top, are very important; how could a single petal be so easily knocked off?
Meeting Ruoruo's serious expression, she said, "I already promised you I wouldn't contract it. It's already in a lot of pain, why are you still bullying it? You can't be willful."
Kunlun was so anxious that the vines danced wildly, but he didn't know how to explain himself.
It watched as Ruoruo gently lifted the Tongtian Wood, pursed her lips, blew on the flowers on its head, and took out many top-grade pills that should have belonged to it, giving them to the Tongtian Wood: "It doesn't hurt, it's Kunlun's fault. Ruoruo will give you some pills to replenish your strength."
Tongtianmu's hands trembled as he held the ammunition, as if he could barely hold it: "The petals have fallen, I'm too weak."
Ruoruo then personally placed the pill on the pool of clear water in the center of the petals, watching as the pill was swallowed little by little.
"My pills!" Kunlun was so anxious he was almost crying.
Ruoruo earnestly educated Kunlun: "Kunlun lost his temper and accidentally hurt someone, so the pills should be used as compensation."
The Tongtianmu, who was originally weak and nestled in Ruoruo's arms, shook its petals at Kunlun and revealed a smug smile.
Kunlun was furious: "You damn artifact! I'll kill you!"
The Tongtianmu had already found a way to appease its little master. It immediately shrank into Ruoruo's arms and trembled slightly: "It's fierce, I'm scared."
The tender buds on Kunlun's head were almost red with anger. How could this Tongtian Tree, which has lived for so long, be so shameless?
The towering tree smugly enjoys its little master's tenderness.
But they didn't notice that Ruoruo's eyes had changed.
Ruoruo carefully examined the Tongtian Wood for a few moments, then suddenly threw it away and turned to pick up Kunlun Hong.
The little wooden figure rolled twice on the ground, then raised its head dazedly, looking a little confused, and stretched out its two small wooden hands: "It hurts, give me a hug."
“I’ve already apologized on Kunlun’s behalf,” Ruoruo said, tilting her head. “So you can’t bully Kunlun anymore.”
"Hiccup~?" Kunlun, who was secretly crying inside, hiccuped and looked at Ruoruo in confusion.
Ruoruo muttered softly, "Mom's is much better at it."
At first, she really felt sorry for Tongtianmu, thinking that her own Kunlun had a bad temper and was bullying others.
However, he became more and more addicted to playing the role of Tongtianmu, and his performance went a bit overboard.
Ruoruo is no ordinary little girl. Since childhood, she has been battling with Yan Qingran amidst her tearful eyes.
I'm not the kind of person who would be fooled by such petty tricks.
The little wooden figure with a red flower on its head sat stiffly on the ground, as if its joints were rusted.
Huh? How did they get exposed so quickly?
Kunlun felt relieved and happily shrank himself to become a pendant, pushed open Ruoruo's pendant space, and hung it around Ruoruo's neck.
Hmph, this wicked artifact can't fool its clever master. It's still its master's most beloved and unique artifact.
The little wooden figure, having failed in its first attempt, tried the same trick again, conjuring up a roasted crane once more to hand to Ruoruo.
It clearly saw in Ruoruo's consciousness space that this was her favorite thing.
Ruoruo shook her head: "I don't want this. I want to see my brothers. I want to see the Emperor. Please let me out."
The little wooden man was truly heartbroken this time. He clung to Ruoruo's skirt, tears streaming down his face. "Master, don't go. It's so dark here. I've been waiting for you for so long."
Everything that had been conjured vanished quickly, and the entire space turned into nothingness. Looking up, all that could be seen was endless darkness.
There was no sound, and no color.
As the second most powerful artifact, the Tongtian Wood is not incapable of speaking; it's just that it hasn't spoken in so long that its speech has become somewhat sluggish.
From initially only being able to utter a few words at a time, it can now speak shorter sentences. It pleads, "I have, I am obedient, I have protection, everyone, master, please don't, abandon me again."
Ruoruo's heart skipped a beat, her pupils contracted, and she saw the memories of the Tongtianmu.
"Little Mumu, you must protect the seedlings well. I have some things to take care of and will be back a little late." The girl's voice was sweet and charming. Ruoruo found it very familiar, like her mother's, but also a little different.
"Don't worry, Master, I will protect the seedlings and wait for you to come back." This was the voice of the little wooden man.
Following this world, all sounds disappeared; nothing could be heard or seen, only darkness as far as the eye could see.
"Master... Waaah, Master, I'm good... Please come back soon."
Countless feelings of sadness and distress overwhelmed Ruoruo. She slowly clenched the clothes at her chest, feeling a tightness in her chest.
The little wooden figure had no owner. To protect the seedlings, it lived alone in the darkness. Gradually, it lost track of time, and its owner's image began to blur.
It was terrified and forced itself into a deep sleep, sealing away its memories, waiting for the day its owner returned to awaken everything.
If you see what is written on the jade slip, the same sky curtain has supported immortality for nearly millions of years.
So it's been here for at least millions of years.
Ruoruo didn't know who its owner was, but she knew that person might never come back.
The endless loneliness and solitude still lingered in her heart, and the long night without end made Ruoruo tremble with fear.
“Kunlun…” Ruoruo whispered, “Shall we take it with us? I promise you are my only covenant artifact, my most beloved artifact. Little Mumu is so pitiful.”
This time, she could feel that Tongtianmu was sincere and had not lied to her again.
Kunlun shook gently: "Master, as long as you're happy."
Of course, it didn't want Ruoruo to wear this magical artifact that looked like it was going to cause trouble, but it could sense that Ruoruo was unhappy.
For Kunlun, Ruoruo is the most important person, so it is willing to compromise to make Ruoruo happy.
Anyway, if Ruoruo agrees, she won't contract with any other divine artifacts.
The little wooden figure was crying sadly when a pair of soft little hands picked him up. The handkerchief still smelled of floral dew and gently wiped away his tears.
"It's too dark here. If you don't like it here, why don't you come out with me? I'll take you to see the light." The little girl's voice was sweet and soft.
The little wooden figure sniffed, gripped the little girl's sleeve tightly, and cried even harder: "Okay."
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