Cangwu is gradually integrating into human society, for example:
They could fly on their own, but they prefer to fly.
Despite being able to use magic, she prefers all kinds of electrical appliances in human society.
He could have made a living off his looks, but he chose to enjoy performing surgery and conquered the world with his scalpel.
Linghu Lan was moved and proud of this.
She transformed a god into a perfect family man; are you impressed?
She and Cangwu spent the rest of their lives constantly moving and changing their appearance.
Cangwu's career has ranged from doctor, scholar, writer, and so on, reaching the pinnacle in almost every industry.
On the contrary, Linghu Lan's career was quite consistent.
When Cangwu became a doctor, she became his assistant.
Cangwu became a scholar, and she became his assistant.
Cangwu works as a writer, and she also works as an assistant.
Finally, one day, Linghu Lan rebelled.
"Tell me, why can I only be your follower? Why can't you be my follower?"
Cangwu gave a wicked smile and closed the book. "Answer three questions for me. If you do, I'll be happy to be your assistant from now on."
First, let me explain the conventional treatment methods for avascular necrosis of the femoral head.
Second, a person sells scallions. The scallions cost one yuan per jin (500g), and there are 100 jin in total, costing 100 yuan. Someone comes to buy scallions and asks if the white and green parts are sold separately. The person says yes, the white parts are 7 mao (0.7 yuan) and the green parts are 3 mao (0.3 yuan). There are 50 jin of white and 50 jin of green scallions. In the end, the person pays 50 yuan and buys all the scallions. What's the problem?
Third, name fifty adverbs.
Linghu Lan: "o_o|||"
Feeling the blow from the top student, Linghu Lan spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Hahahaha, I... I think being an assistant is pretty good." Linghu Lan scratched her head, revealing a smile that showed all thirty-two teeth, her eyes revealing an embarrassment that asked me to ignore my question.
Cangwu smiled and patted Linghu Lan's hair.
"Sweetie! In bed, I'm your assistant anytime, anywhere."
Linghu Lan: "Pfft!"
Where is my pure and innocent little Weitang?
The two lived a simple and happy life, slowly approaching death.
Linghu Lan obtained magical power from the mysterious island, but the outside world was lacking in spiritual energy, making cultivation impossible. Her actual cultivation level was even lower than Song Qushan's. In the end, she survived for over five hundred years thanks to Cangwu's continuous depletion of divine power to prolong her life.
As her life force began to wane again, Cangwu insisted on continuing, but Linghu Lan stopped him. He was destined to die eventually, and clinging to the past would only become an obsession.
Cangwu thought for a moment and then stopped.
In the years as she grew older, Cangwu also changed his appearance to resemble an old man to match her, so as not to be mistaken for her grandfather and grandson and cause unnecessary embarrassment.
The two silently watched over each other through their lives. Linghu Lan was not afraid of death, but she felt sorry for Cangwu.
One day, the two finally started talking about death.
"What would you do if I died?" Linghu Lan asked casually as she drank water, her tone as indifferent as if she were commenting on the weather.
Wei Tang paused for a moment, then said, "I don't know."
Linghu Lan remained silent, swallowing her words of dissuasion. "I know, I know you will come with me. We will be together for all eternity."
On the day of her death, Linghu Lan closed her eyes tightly, feeling the power within her body rapidly dissipating, and also feeling drops of blood falling onto her cheeks.
With the last of her strength, she opened her eyes and saw the Cangwu spirit, now devoid of magic, slowly dissipate, growing fainter and fainter until it was finally out of sight.
A slight ripple stirred within her; she knew it would be like this.
See you in the next life!
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