Lu Qingyan was completely bewildered. Crystal shoes? A fairy? She had to go through all that trouble just to see someone? Oh no, a fairy.
What is she going to do next?
The plot is extremely simple; she has absolutely no memory of her original self.
[Tong'er, come out quickly. Can't you tell me more?]
The system yawned leisurely: [I've said everything I needed to say. Good luck, Master. Just remember that everything here is fake; you need to return to your original, most real world.]
Is it fake? Those worlds from the past weren't real in her mind either, even if they did exist.
Apart from that monk and Xia Junyue, she seemed to have long forgotten everything else in her memory.
"Hey, little girl!" the tree called out impatiently. "You have to agree to this task. If you don't, I'll have my brothers and sisters entangle you."
He tried hard to make a fierce expression, but it looked out of place because of his original appearance.
Lu Qingyan should have smiled, but she couldn't. Thinking about this chaotic world, she still agreed to the tree's request.
"Okay, I'll find the branch for you. What's the latest I can bring it to you?" Lu Qingyan looked at the distant sky; the sun seemed to have just risen.
The tree laughed heartily with satisfaction, then began to sing: "The rising sun shines on the earth with light and hope. I am your child, blessed by your mercy. My branches and leaves are growing, and I am changing from old clothes to new ones. I resent the coming of darkness, fear that shrouds the earth, and evil that breeds here and is given supreme protection. The flowers are withering, and they have lost their new clothes."
“Little girl, all you need to do is bring my branch over before dark. That would be best. But if you can’t do that, you’d better come here before midnight. After all, you can’t stay in the outside world for long, or something terrible will happen.” The tree’s expression turned serious as it spoke, and Lu Qingyan couldn’t help but worry.
"Okay, I'll go now." Lu Qingyan turned and walked out of the forest. The forest was vast, and she didn't know if she could get out before dark, let alone find the tree's branch. It was getting late, and she couldn't delay any longer.
After Lu Qingyan had walked away, the big tree sighed softly, "That little girl was in such a hurry to leave. I was thinking of giving her another branch to help her find her way."
The aloof little rabbit hopped over to the tree: "You clearly did it on purpose. Of course, you did the right thing. A fairy shouldn't easily meet outsiders."
The system was also angered by the conversation between the two, but unfortunately, as an intangible ideology, it could not help its master, so it remained silent to avoid distracting its master.
Lu Qingyan didn't place her hopes on anyone. She carefully considered the tree's request and recalled the fairy tales she had read.
Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind: the two birds. She'd long forgotten whether they were larks or thrushes—the birds that had helped Cinderella many times in the story—but she remembered they were definitely birds.
Listening to the incomprehensible chirping from the trees, Lu Qingyan asked the system, "System, do you think I should buy a potion that allows me to communicate with birds?"
The system scoffed, "Master, do you think fairy tales need these things?"
Lu Qingyan pointed to the tree: "But you can see they obviously don't understand, right?"
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