Yu Xunge excitedly slammed her hand on the table and stood up, causing the table and mahjong tiles to crash to the floor. She exclaimed, "Isn't that me?!"
After she called out, she saw that the mahjong players were all staring at her expressionlessly. Each of them had their hands outstretched in the posture of shuffling mahjong tiles, but the hands that were stretching out to rub the tiles a second ago were now clenched into fists.
Yu Xunge immediately squatted down to pick up the mahjong tiles while holding the table, and said in a rambling voice, "I mean, you see, if Zhu Ri were to tell fairy tales at the end of her life, she would most likely be like this Li Jue, naming the fairy tales after herself."
The others skillfully squatted down to help pick up the mahjong tiles. This kind of thing has happened frequently since we started playing mahjong, sometimes when we're drinking and singing, and sometimes when other people are with us.
The regrets that become part of Xinghai's life are mostly heart-wrenching stories.
After tidying up the square table, the group dispersed and rushed to the islands of other gods to attend their elective courses.
She and Fuxiao Xianchan, each holding their own flower-growing manual, ran through the corridors of the toy palace.
It's unclear what Zaijiu Xunge said, but the two burst into laughter at the same time. Fuxiao Xianchan even slapped Zaijiu Xunge with the book in his hand, but after running less than a hundred meters, the two started arguing again.
The two of them then extended their branches out from their shoulders and began a sword-fighting-like duel.
On the day before the 30-day course ended, nearly 500 players had found their direction through various methods, and 15 players kept the light between their eyebrows constantly lit. According to Yu Dun, their talents had begun to evolve, a process that could be fast or slow.
That's a really strange description.
Just like the song in the mountains, these 15 players can already use some of the abilities of the divine talents, but it is not yet complete.
On the duller side, besides drinking and singing, the light and shadow between their brows were also illuminated.
While tending to the flowers, Fuxiao Xianchan asked, "Aren't you in a hurry? The competition starts after dawn."
Why should I be in such a hurry?
I thought you liked being number one.
"……Um."
Fuxiao Xianchan looked around, then suddenly dropped his tools and walked over to Zaijiu Xunge. Huazhi reached out and poked the other's shoulder: "I'll take you somewhere."
Although she didn't understand what Fuxiao Xianchan was going to do, Yu Xunge still followed and asked expectantly, "Is there anything fun to do?"
Rushing swiftly through the sea of flowers whose branches reached out to slap her, Yu Xunge followed Fuxiao Xianchan to a sea of flowers blooming with flowers of deceit.
Beneath the starry sea, every flower of deception glows with light. As a flower that can unify the aesthetics of all living beings, the flower of deception is indeed the most beautiful flower on this flower island.
At dawn, the cicada-carrying bird gently entered the sea of flowers, beginning its search for something.
What are you looking for?
"Didn't you read 'The Sigh of the Lighthouse'? Didn't it contain knowledge about the flower of deception?"
Yu Xunge frowned and pondered for a while before finally recalling the answer from her memory. She suddenly exclaimed, "You're looking for [Questioning My Heart]?"
The dew that accompanies the flower of deception—[Questioning My Heart].
Just as an antidote grows near poison, the flower of deception delights in deception and control; when idle, it even deceives itself. The dew that it occasionally condenses can reveal the true nature of all things.
The flower of deception is rare to begin with, and the accompanying dewdrop is a hundred times rarer, not only because it appears so rarely, but also because the flower of deception will kill those who question my heart.
Yu Xunge hesitated for only a moment before stepping into the sea of flowers to search for the accompanying dewdrops. She also wanted to see what her true self looked like.
Fuxiao Xianchan's old habit resurfaced. Even though she was still helping to find "Questioning My Heart," she still had to sarcastically say, "Didn't you say you wanted to think for yourself?"
"If you were mute, you would be the most perfect Fuzhi. And I just don't want to be judged or influenced by people who don't understand me."
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