"Bah! How bitter!"
"I'm afraid this dish is poisonous!"
Sun Yuwei was completely stunned.
Fang Zhiyi was also stunned. He had originally wanted to see if eating Lingquan vegetables would make him look radiant, but suddenly he realized something: "Fuck, it's none of my business, it's none of my business."
"This dish must be enchanted!" someone in the crowd shouted. They must be a villager from her village.
The crowd was in chaos. People were terrified of demons and ghosts. In the chaos, a cart loaded with vegetables was overturned. Sun Yuwei wanted to stop it, but there was nothing she could do. She vaguely heard the police coming, and she ran away subconsciously.
Fang Zhiyi suddenly noticed that a tentacle stretched out from her bracelet.
"Xiao Hei!" Fang Zhiyi understood. It turned out that was the space Xiao Hei was looking at?
He saw a bizarre scene. Sun Yuwei was running in front of him, and some sticky things kept coming out of the bracelet on her hand. Finally, the twisted body gradually floated into the sky.
It stared at Fang Zhiyi from afar.
"How does it feel to be 'real'?"
Fang Zhiyi sneered: "Stop talking nonsense, aren't you just trying to eat up that space?"
"That space is pregnant with a new world. I thought you needed more time, but I didn't expect this person to be so impatient that he emptied the spiritual spring and brought that world to a standstill."
"Can I go back home now?" Fang Zhiyi asked impatiently.
Xiao Hei was silent for a while: "Wait for me, burp, digest it."
It takes several years to digest.
Wen Yan tapped her husband's hand with her chopsticks: "How many times have I told you? Wash your hands frequently!"
Fang Zhiyi scratched his head, realizing he was unhappy, then turned around and washed his hands.
The two of them ended up together because Wen Yan found that this man was quite nice. Mainly because he would just laugh when she got angry, and after laughing he would coax her. He was also diligent at work, so she just made up her mind to marry him.
The husband even agreed to live in their home after marriage so that he could take care of the two elderly people.
Sun Yuwei's land had become compacted, and the powerful spiritual spring had drained all the nutrients from the soil, rendering several acres of land useless. With no more space on the ground, Sun Yuwei, overwhelmed by the devastation, abandoned her children and left. Fang Zhiyi told Wen Yan about this, and after discussing it with her family, Wen Yan brought the children back home. Although they didn't want to study, they found joy in farm work.
Sun Yuwei reappeared in Beijing, where she made a living by maintaining her skin and face with the help of spiritual springs.
Her method is also quite novel. She sits behind a stage covered by a red cloth and interacts with the audience below. She sings a song for whoever throws more money.
It also brought radio broadcasting to ancient times.
When Wen Yan grew old and had a grandson of her own, she would sit in the rocking chair her husband had made for her and tell him about things in the fields, what it meant to sow the best seeds and what composting was. She felt very satisfied. Although she had never become rich, she had a small surplus. The system disappeared, and she would sometimes habitually talk to herself at the place where the system was.
If I travel back to ancient times, I can survive by relying on my own hands.
After her death, a female college student suddenly woke up from her bed.
My roommate was knocking on the door: "Yanyan, get up quickly, you'll be late for the interview!" They had an interview at a trading company today.
Many images flashed through Wen Yan's mind, and after a moment, she said, "You go ahead, I don't want to go anymore, I want to go home."
Around the same time, a woman woke up in a hospital bed. The doctor beside her breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank goodness your neighbor noticed something was wrong. If it had been a little later, you would have died."
The woman opened her eyes wide for a long time, tears streaming down her cheeks.
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