Chapter 12: You've eaten a tiny bit of my emotions, what are you feeling about...?
The handsome, blond-haired boy blinked innocently: "What are you talking about? I don't have any magic."
Under the elf's quiet gaze, the succubus finally shrugged helplessly: "Alright, alright, I'll tell you. I do have some succubus blood, you know. I was so hungry that I ate a little bit of your emotions to fill my stomach."
He exaggeratedly gestured with the tip of his little finger: "I really only ate a tiny bit! I was especially careful to only eat your negative emotions! So don't worry, I definitely won't eat you until you're an empty shell!"
Xi touched her chin, puzzled: "This is the first time I've ever tasted this kind of emotion. It's clearly sadness, but the taste isn't cold or bitter. Instead, it's very hot and burning. But what I'm even more curious about is, what exactly are you sad about?"
The sorrowful emotions flowed like an endless tide, calm on the surface but turbulent beneath, heavy and with a rather unique flavor. Even the Demon King himself didn't know how much willpower he had to control himself and not indulge in the feast!
Shu Xin didn't answer his presumptuous question, but instead asked in return, "You mean you only ate a little bit?"
The blond boy clapped his hands together and exclaimed, "Hey! It's so late, time to go to sleep!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he transformed into a fluffy white lamb, bleating and running away quickly.
Shu Xin was speechless. However, on her way to the bedroom, she soon discovered that there were also windows in the hallway—and more than one!
Shu Xin quickly assessed the current state of the Flower Castle and was not surprised to find that not only this floor, but the entire Flower Castle had five floors, and Xi had generously opened window after window on each floor!
When Shu Xin returned to the bedroom and saw the adorable little lamb lying on her bed pretending to be asleep, she was almost amused by his antics.
She strode over, about to speak, when she saw the little lamb open its bright black eyes and utter a pitiful sound:
"Didn't you complain that this place was too stuffy because it didn't have any windows? I opened so many windows for you, why are you still angry with me? I thought you would be happy!"
Shu Xin paused, because of the equal contract, she could sense that Xi's grievances and frustrations were real. Her anger dissipated in an instant. After a moment of silence, she asked, "Did you steal my feelings again?"
The little white lamb closed its eyes and made a loud but fake snoring sound.
Shu Xin was both annoyed and amused. She explained earnestly:
“I’m angry because magic is so precious here. We could use it for more important and urgent things. But now I know that you did this because you care about me, and I’m still happy about that. I also understand that you’re hungry and want to eat, so next time, can you talk to me about it before using magic to do something?”
The tiny, white lamb curled up in a ball lifted its eyelids: "Liar! Are you happy because I care about you? You're happy because you've found a new source of magic!"
An equal contract that's too equal isn't necessarily a good thing... Shu Xin lay down on the bed without changing her expression and closed her eyes: "It is indeed very late, go to sleep."
Xi snorted angrily.
The next day, after waking up, Shu Xin pushed away the little lamb that was still fast asleep in her arms, walked to the window, and stretched lazily in the clear morning sunlight, surrounded by a faint magic.
If you don't consider how much magic power was consumed, having a window like this where sunlight streams in is really quite nice, Shu Xin thought happily.
Next, she had to face breakfast—hopefully it would be porridge instead of bitter wheat porridge…
After thinking for a moment, Shu Xin didn't wake the sleeping lamb and went downstairs by herself.
Xi ate a big meal yesterday, so it won't matter if he eats one less meal today.
When Shu Xin went down to the restaurant on the first floor, she was pleasantly surprised to find that what the flower fairy servants served her was a bowl of dumpling soup—neither bitter wheat porridge nor flour water!
It looks plain, but it is indeed a soup made with white flour dumplings!
Of course, what was served to Shuxin was a large bowl of dumpling soup, while what was served to Nuonuo and Pengpengan in their small wooden bowls could probably only be called white noodle soup.
The two subordinates respectfully greeted the flower fairy who came downstairs, bowed, and then eagerly picked up their rice bowls.
Seeing that the two of them were eating without even looking up, Shu Xin couldn't help but smile, and she also reached out and picked up the wooden bowl.
The warm, steaming aroma of the noodles wafted over, and for some reason, Shu Xin's previously unsettled heart suddenly felt at ease.
She lowered her head and took a sip. Having prepared herself for a bland taste, she found the texture to be smooth and mellow, with a light and sweet flavor.
To be honest, this was completely different from the dumpling soup that Shuxin remembered. It tasted sweet and delicious, just as the cook Meimeilin had named it – this really was "sweet noodle soup".
But what happened last night? It seems like Meimei's cooking skills have improved dramatically overnight!
The bitter wheat flour created by the crushing magic is a dark grayish-blue color. Bitter wheat porridge made directly from bitter wheat grains, not to mention the taste, just looking at its dark grayish-blue color makes people lose their appetite. However, the sweet powder soup in front of Shu Xin now looks snow-white.
Shu Xin couldn't figure out how Mei Meilin had done it.
Although it wasn't the dumpling soup she had imagined, Shu Xin was still very satisfied to have a bowl of sweet and hot noodle soup to drink in the morning—this was the kind of food a person should eat!
The only drawback is that the magic of the dumpling soup is still almost non-existent.
As Shu Xin munched on white rice cakes, she thought about the bitter wheat that had been specially set aside on the terrace to dry in the sun, hoping that the magical content of those wheat grains could be increased a little.
Watching the flower fairy servant fly away with the wooden bowl, Shu Xin turned her gaze to the two subordinates who were still savoring their breakfast:
“Pengpeng’an, go check on how the bitter wheat seeds are doing. Nonoli and I will go together later. Nonoli, take me to see Meimeilin. I want to know how she made this sweet noodle soup.”
kitchen.
The purple-haired, purple-eyed flower fairy lord remained silent, while the flower fairy cook flying in the air in front of her looked nervous.
Shu Xin hesitated for a moment before speaking: "You mean, last night, you cried for a while under the Tree of Life, and a leaf fell down, and then you knew how to make sweet rice noodle soup?"
Although she didn't know why the Flower Fairy called the Magic Tree the Tree of Life, Memeline nodded repeatedly, her light blue eyes filled with unease, and her voice trembled slightly:
"I really didn't lie, Fairy Flower! That leaf disappeared as soon as it fell into my hand, otherwise I would definitely have offered it to you!"
Shu Xin also believed that Mei Meilin was not lying, which meant that the Tree of Life gave the crying flower fairy cook a recipe last night.
After a moment of silence, Shu Xin spoke up: "I believe you, Mei Meilin. I just don't quite understand why the Tree of Life would give you a recipe—I don't quite understand why the Tree of Life can give you a recipe either."
Meimeilin grew increasingly frightened, and tears welled up in her eyes. She couldn't help but sob, opening her mouth to beg the Flower Fairy for forgiveness, but then she felt a soft, cool touch on the corner of her eye.
The blue-haired flower fairy stared wide-eyed in disbelief.
The tears that had just spilled from the corners of her eyes were gently wiped away, and the radiant flower fairy's gentle voice was like divine music: "You didn't do anything wrong, don't cry, Meimeilin, I don't have any recipes to give you."
"Let's go see the Tree of Life," the flower fairy said with a smile.
The enormous plant standing beneath the sky silently stretches out its bare branches, devoid of any leaves. It stands quietly and firmly on this barren land, where not a blade of grass grows, like a warrior who has lost everything yet still chooses to face everything head-on.
Shu Xin walked to the massive trunk of the Tree of Life and thought of how the cook, Mei Meilin, had been anxious about how to cook the bitter wheat flour soup since yesterday. When she came to the Tree of Life and cried softly late at night, she must have been thinking about how to cook a bowl of "sweet flour soup".
So the Tree of Life responded to her and gave her a recipe.
Since there was no harm in it, Shu Xin tried making a wish upon the Tree of Life—
She began to recite silently with great devotion:
Tree of Life, Tree of Life, revered Tree of Life, please give me some magic! I'm so desperately lacking in magic right now, please, give me some magic!
The free magic in the air surged silently. Even though it was as scarce as water vapor in a scorching desert, it still seemed to have its own consciousness and tried its best to gather together, eventually condensing into a drop of magic liquid.
Shu Xin was stunned.
Is this the Tree of Life responding to her?
The free magic in the air continued to surge, and droplets of magic condensate rose from the sky. Under the bright sunlight, the transparent magic condensate shimmered, like stars falling to earth.
Time seemed to slow down, and Shu Xin clearly saw the entire process of the magic condensate taking shape. She also saw all the magic condensate automatically and spontaneously converge in one place, eventually condensing into a translucent crystal with shimmering light.
An incomparably pure magic gem slowly fell from mid-air and hovered quietly in front of Shu Xin. She could catch it as long as she reached out her hand.
Shu Xin hesitated before reaching out her hand. The cool, hard crystal fell into her palm, and she instinctively closed her fingers: "Is this really for me?"
Even though she didn't hear any sound, Shu Xin heard a weak but gentle response.
Even though there was no wind, a very light breeze brushed against Shu Xin's cheek.
Shu Xin felt as if a mother, tired but loving, had responded to her child's call and then gently stroked the child's cheek with boundless tenderness.
Shu Xin suddenly turned her head and looked behind her. Three flower fairies were flying in the air—when did Peng Peng An arrive?
Their eyes widened, their gazes fixed on the magic gem.
"Did you hear anything?" Shu Xin couldn't help but ask.
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