Qingsong released Li Qiusheng, and Li Qiusheng sang a lullaby to them.
The black moss trembled, the pine needles fell, and birds cried mournfully, banging their heads against the trees...
The pine tree used its branches to support the stunned bird, gathered the fallen leaves to its roots, and protested in a tearful voice, "This song is no good! It's not nice! I don't like it! You're not allowed to leave!"
It's like a child who can't get the snack they want; they have to eat something satisfying before they can get it.
Xia Chuhe couldn't satisfy it, so he never lit up the music tree. Whenever he opened his mouth, it was either "I made braised tripe, stir-fried pork, and braised fish fillets..." or "Get up..."
Li Qiusheng and Xia Chuhe are evenly matched.
Fortunately, we can find outside help.
Xia Chuhe sent a message to Bu Yi, informing her that the two of them had come out safely, but now, for some unspeakable reason, they urgently needed a lot of good music before they could go home.
What was incredibly difficult for Xia Qiu and her companion was no problem for the rest of the group.
Using the excuse of enriching leisure life, Buyi held a forum music competition with prizes such as free dishes at a gourmet restaurant and limited-time passes to amusement parks, selecting countless moving pieces of music.
Just as Bu Yi was about to send the music to Xia Chuhe in a compressed file, he received a physical storage device containing dozens of high-quality, distinctive, and emotionally rich pieces of music.
The sender is unknown, but the composer, lyricist, and singer are credited as Li Feng.
Bu Yi copied the contents of the memory, packaged it together with the selected music, and sent it to Xia Chuhe.
The music floated up, and the pine trees swayed their branches in ecstasy, oblivious to the world around them.
They no longer remembered Li Qiusheng underground and Xia Chuhe on the ground.
Unfortunately, whenever Xia Chuhe moved, the music would change, and Qingsong would become alert, blocking the two from leaving and insisting that they had to listen to the entire piece of music.
Xia Chuhe simply took out an unused wristwatch, uploaded the music sent by Bu Yi, and tossed it to Qingsong.
Emerging from underground, Li Qiusheng didn't even glance at Xia Chuhe before fleeing rapidly through the earth.
Halfway through the run, Xia Chuhe patted the moving sand and touched his hand, which was covered in dust.
As she waved her hand, she said, "A land governed by rules, a city with its own barriers—I've got a solution!"
Overwhelmed with excitement, Xia Chuhe could barely speak clearly. She repeated herself several times before Li Qiusheng finally understood what she meant.
Looking at Taotie City alone, the surrounding food amusement parks and romance-themed areas cover two-thirds of the city's borders, leaving only the remaining one-third of the area at greater risk.
Therefore, if Green Pine and Moss Carpet were willing to move to the vicinity of Taotie City, they could completely supplement the barrier of the risk area.
Moreover, the pine trees and moss carpets will not forcibly pull people in like in a dungeon, and the movement of residents in Taotie City will not be affected.
If the boundless moss carpet could follow, not only Taotie City, but also Dream City and the Trading Post would be protected.
Li Qiusheng jumped out of the soil in excitement, almost knocking Xia Chuhe over.
"Let's go! Boss, let's go back!"
With the allure of countless musical pieces and vast fertile fields, Qingsong was slightly tempted.
However, it cannot bear to leave the other creatures covered by the moss blanket.
It is like a mountain god, receiving nourishment from this land and its creatures, and naturally it must provide them with protection.
"Where is your home?" the pine tree asked. If it was nearby, it would grow vigorously, its roots would spread, and it wouldn't be a problem to grow another sapling.
Xia Chuhe described it in detail.
Qingsong completely gave up the idea of going back to the past.
Separated by the enormous cave dug by humans, and passing through a jumble of tunnels, it wouldn't last another eight hundred years.
Xia Chuhe said, "I also have little rabbits, chicks, and ducklings where I live, as well as tender, juicy green grass and cooing pigeons..."
The pine tree remained unmoved.
"Oh, and there's the kitten, with a round head, round eyes, and round paws. When its fur stands on end, it looks like a dandelion..."
"Really?" Qingsong's tone was noticeably more interested. "Are there sheep?"
Xia Chuhe replied decisively: "Yes!"
Under the influence of the kitten and lamb, the pine tree reluctantly dropped a thick branch, and a large patch of moss was also separated.
Qingsong handed the two items to Xia Chuhe: "Find a good place for me, plant them, and let them listen to music often. I will grow up quickly."
The moss carpet trembled, like a living, black skin, which was extremely eerie.
The pine tree spoke up for it: "Give my Black Milk more water. I know you humans can make water clean. If you dare to mistreat my Black Milk, I'll chase you down from a thousand miles away and throw you like a ball."
Xia Chuhe reverently picked up the mossy blanket: "From today onwards, Blackie is my own mother, and I promise to take good care of her."
Qingsong was satisfied: "Hey, little kitty, don't forget to let it climb on me a lot. I don't mind leaving the trunk for it to sharpen its claws. The lamb can climb on it too. I'll give it leaves to eat. Just... don't bully my little bird."
Several nests of birds still lived on the huge branch that had been cut off. It seemed that the pine tree was going to take them with it, probably so that it could hear the birds singing.
In short, after much persuasion, Xia and Qiu finally managed to obtain the city's reserve barrier.
As long as there are pine saplings, there is hope for an impregnable fortress.
In this way, the regret of a place lacking rules can be made up for.
As Xia Chuhe rode his little motorcycle home, he was filled with emotion.
Beneath the seemingly desolate Black Mountain lies a complete ecosystem.
The wasteland, at times, is not as bad as she imagined.
This world not only has the clean soil she brought from the outside world, but also hides hope that has yet to be discovered.
...
Sometimes, Lu Yunzhao would think darkly to himself, "Why isn't Grandma dead yet? What's with this two-hundred-year-old monster meddling in other people's business?"
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