Fan Zifan stared at her in disbelief, as if Wen Jinge were a heartless man. They should have stood together against the others, but at this moment, Wen Jinge had betrayed him.
Fan Zifan: "I don't think so."
He understood that if he were to say "I think," Wen Jingge would definitely not say something like "I don't want you to think, I want me to think." But if he said "I think it's not true," Wen Jingge would only shake her head or nod.
"I don't want what you think, I want what I think" is a terrifying sentence structure. This sentence structure can make Wen Jingge become paranoid, like being obsessed with a Buddha or a demon.
"Senior brother, we're like family!" Wen Jingge nudged Fan Zifan. "Tell me, how did junior brother know about the elixir of immortality?"
"How would I know! I only know that what he said must be true."
"Then why do you trust him so much?"
"How should I know!" Fan Zifan was initially quite agitated, but his voice inexplicably softened when this topic came up. "If I knew, I wouldn't know the location yet be unable to find anything..."
“Come here!” Wen Jingge took his hand and walked to Liang Si, who was so swollen that she could no longer be inflated, and placed her hand on Liang Si’s stomach. “Those two monks, one in charge of joy and sorrow, and the other in charge of good and evil, sometimes think in the same direction.”
"So?" He glanced at Qu Xiu and Wei Lai, who had seemingly resumed their bickering, with a puzzled look, and said with deep feeling:
"Seriously, if this guy didn't have my junior brother's face, I really wouldn't have known that a bookworm could be so ruthless when he gets angry."
You don't mean to say that those two who have flown up to the sky are fighting somewhere, do you?
My God! Were they so bored when they were gods? Why did they create so many incarnations?
It's one thing to create clones, but to have the habit of stealing other people's clones is truly incomprehensible!
In the end, they might not even know who's who anymore.
With a mournful face, Fan Zifan, looking like he had overdone it, slumped down and pressed on Liang Si's stomach before turning away listlessly. "Anyway, there's no danger on this floor, right?"
"Yes!" Qu Xiu, his posture contorted on the ground, bit the hand that prevented him from speaking. "Holy crap! There are so many skies to climb, and if you step on one, you can become Quirei!"
"What kind of mine?" Fan Zifan glanced at his head, then jumped up and slapped himself to the top. "There's mine here too? I'm already at the top."
NIO was stunned for a moment, and in that moment of distraction, Qu Xiu actually managed to push back.
"Hahaha! Hurry! Let me in! I promise it won't hurt! It'll be quick!"
Wen Jingge's lips twitched as she looked at his lewd appearance: "What kind of lewd words are these!"
Qu Xiu retorted, "Your thoughts are unhealthy."
Wen Jingge teased, "So you know everything now?"
Qu Xiu: ...
"Thank you." NIO mustered her courage and rammed into Qu Xiu.
Qu Xiu's expression changed, he clutched his throat, and said in disbelief, "How, how is this possible? How could you... What is going on? No, it's impossible."
“This is the very top, there are no mines, nothing is impossible.” NIO’s words echoed in his soul. “Everyone is an extension of themselves, it doesn’t matter who goes up or down.”
Wen Jingge closed her eyes and recited the Heart-Cleansing Mantra; it was she who had become defiled.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Fan Zifan set up a large stove, carried NIO's body onto the stove, and asked as he was about to throw it in, "You don't want it anymore, do you?"
Qu Xiu's expression froze. His face was shrouded in black mist, his features distorted. Half of Qu Xiu's face and half of Wei Lai's face formed a new face. The black mist between his brows was surging into the corpse in Fan Zifan's hands.
"Damn!" Two voices came out of Qu Xiu's throat at the same time.
"I'm really lost!"
While Fan Zifan was making a fool of himself, Wen Jingge was adding fuel to the fire. She understood what was going on and asked, "Are you sure this is how you make the elixir of immortality?"
"He will not die."
"To be old and not die is to be a thief."
Wen Jingge couldn't help but think of these words. Qu Xiu, or Qu Weilai, jumped up and down as if he had been electrocuted when he heard them.
Wen Jingge: ...
"You're right." Qu Weilai's voice was very deep, and Wen Jingge could no longer tell who was speaking.
"I stole tens of thousands of years' worth of luck."
Wen Jingge: ...
“What I stole was the fortune of all the powerful beings in this world. I…” He sighed, his gaze fixed on the alchemy furnace. “I wanted to shake off the Heavenly Secrets. In reality, he left me to my own devices. What he truly feared was the Qi Yun, who rarely woke up.”
"Alright! I don't want to hear about your heavenly affairs anymore."
Qu Weilai: ...
"I'm going downstairs now that I've finished my business."
"You really aren't going to stay? You're a god!" He looked at Wen Jingge with a hint of resentment, as if he had a little grudge. "How can you go down there? You used to be like this too, you promised Tianji and then turned around and sold him out."
Wen Jingge: ...
This has nothing to do with her!
"How long will it take to refine it?"
"You mean relics?" Fan Zifan asked hesitantly. "I don't know if they even exist!"
"Shouldn't that thing be called a gallstone?" Wen Jingge asked uncertainly. "There really are relics in it!"
How will you know if you don't try?
Wen Jingge's mouth dropped open, as if she were seeing him for the first time, and then she gave him a thumbs up, "You're absolutely right!"
The boiler was crackling and popping. Wen Jingge was a little curious about what Fan Zifan had in the pot. "You didn't put oil in it, did you?"
Qu Weilai, who was lying on the ground, also frowned. Before Wen Jingge could come to her senses, she saw that this guy had put his escape skills to the extreme and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Wen Jingge hurriedly picked up Fan Zifan, pulled Liang Si along, and followed.
Behind them, a tremendous rumble resounded.
It wasn't a tribulation of lightning, but rather the alchemy furnace exploding.
The aftershocks of the explosion swept outwards in an extremely terrifying manner. Although Wen Jingge was not slow, she still felt as if her back had been run over by a car.
Fan Zifan, who was hanging on her shoulder, kept patting her shoulder, "Little Wu! When Junior Brother went crazy, I guessed that I probably wouldn't be able to go back."
"Um."
"Now it seems I was right."
"hold head high."
"I didn't manage to get you the elixir of immortality."
"oh."
“I was wrong. I shouldn’t have thought he was still a bookworm who would study hard and gave him hints.”
"Um?"
"We need to use Qu Xiu's body to refine it."
"Why?"
“NIO symbolizes the future. No matter how harsh the environment of a place is, there is always a tomorrow. Even if tomorrow doesn't come, it's only your personal tomorrow that's gone. Tomorrow is always the day after today…”
"I don't understand." Wen Jingge felt a little dizzy, and after the aftershocks passed, she fell to the ground.
The sky above this area was brought back to light ahead of schedule due to the explosion of the alchemy furnace, ending the previous gloom.
"You're the one who brought Lu Wei's body back."
"yes."
“They are different.”
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