Accompanied by the warning "The Judgment of Wine Has Arrived," the ship stopped above "Fuqing." The cow cat in charge of steering, led by the Fuqing players, brought the ship to a stop at the rear of the battlefield.
Before disembarking to make cookies, Maple Sugar glanced back at Zaijiu Xun Ge, who was clearly in an abnormal state. The latter stood on the deck with his eyes closed, protected in the arms of Tu Lan, who had returned to his normal size. The dragon surrounded Zaijiu Xun Ge with its tail and body as if guarding its treasure.
Maple Syrup continued walking towards the battlefield, but then she heard the enemy's voice behind her.
"If I could take more cookies with me, would you still be asking me if it's worth it?"
Maple Syrup didn't have time to turn around and look at Zaijiu Xunge's expression. Her attention was drawn to all the Fuqing players on the battlefield. She didn't know what they had heard, but a light had ignited in the eyes of all the players on the verge of death.
The Queen of the Biscuit Kingdom, carrying wine and singing, extends an invitation to you. Would you be willing to become a biscuit and join her kingdom, far from war and conflict?
This was the notification that all Fuqing players heard, and the pros and cons of cookies and their quantity limits flashed through everyone's minds.
And two rules that are currently the only two established rules: only players who have contributed to "Fuqing" will be accepted, and the contribution will be judged by "Fuqing"; the main races in the current Fuqing world must distribute the biscuit quota equally.
Fu Qingfengji and Fu Qingmoji, who were struggling to withstand the cold attack of the Winter Sea Shark, shouted at the same time: "Agreed! Everyone who can leave, go with her!"
If there is any trace of humanity in the Star Wars, it is probably that as long as the players in the warring worlds are willing to surrender, and the number of beings in the defeated world does not exceed the limit of the winning world, the victor will generally not exterminate them.
One player after another disappeared from the battlefield, shrinking to the size of a cookie and falling from the sky above "Cat's Ideal" into a cookie house on the deck, which was decorated in a Fuqing style, and then falling into the cookie house's chimney as if they were coins.
Maple Syrup's gaze fell on Fu Qingfengji and Fu Qingmoji's faces, staring blankly at their surprise and relief. After a long while, she looked at Zaijiu Xun Ge and asked, "Is there a limit to the number?"
The smile on Zaijiu Xunge's face faded slightly as she looked back at Xiangxiao: "One hundred million."
Maple Syrup was amused by this answer. There are at least 5 billion living beings in the entire Fuqing, and in the end, no more than 500 million can be taken to the Winter Sea. But she didn't say anything sarcastic. Instead, she turned around and jumped off the ship: "Then add another 30 million."
As the fire feathers danced across the battlefield once more, Maple Syrup suddenly received a notification, or rather, a question from the game of gods.
A divine instructor wishes to ask you a question. If you answer the question, you will receive a Golden Tree Fruit.
It's obvious who this is without even thinking.
Maple Syrup's expression remained unchanged. She continued baking cookies with her eyes closed, calmly uttering a single word: "Ask."
[When I looked at Sen Hai back then, it was like you looking at Fu Qing now—it was all too late. Giving up was the best choice. So, do you still think I'm being presumptuous?]
Maple Syrup's reply was: "Then you'd be far better off enjoying wine and songs."
"She arrived later than everyone else, but she never made choices for anyone; she only created new choices..."
"I kept asking her what the point of doing this was, because in my opinion, for a world with billions or even tens of billions of living beings, tens of millions of cookies are far too few, so few as to be a joke. Even if you added another hundred million, it wouldn't change the ending of the story."
“But, Captain, I’ve almost forgotten your real joke. Compared to you… what she’s doing is like a fairy tale.”
Maple Syrup opened her eyes, and the soul fire between her brows suddenly surged upwards. She looked down at everything on the battlefield, down at the cookies that had been gathered together and taken away, and finally looked at the continuous rain of cookies falling from the sky above the ship.
Drinking and singing couldn't change anything; she was powerless to change anything, yet she was precisely the one who most wanted to change everything.
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