She did not have the timid awe or fear that others had. She smiled openly, as if she was treating a brother next door.
"Okay, come with me!" Tao'er waved to Su Ming'an, and then smiled at the Lord of the World, "Xiao Wen, what should we call him then?"
The Lord of the World said, "Didn't he say that when I made an alliance with him a few days ago, I called him the National Master? So let's just treat him as the National Master."
Tao'er led Su Ming'an out, her tone playfully raised: "National Master, come with me~"
The further he walked outside the hall, the fresher the air became. Away from the world, Su Mingan felt as if a spring breeze had come, and the dullness in the hall was swept away.
The blue moon shone brightly, and the jade sparkled. When Su Mingan walked to the door of the palace, he couldn't help but look back.
The heavy curtains locked the darkness, the red carpet was deep and long, and one could not see the pitch-black interior at a glance. One could only vaguely see a figure drinking tea on the soft couch. A pair of golden eyes became the only bright color, and when they were closed, they were quietly dim.
...Living in such a depressing atmosphere, alone and helpless, no wonder he is so cruel.
Su Mingan quickly turned his head and didn't look back.
Taoer took him to find a room near the back garden, with rockery and peach blossoms beside the room.
"Tao'er, you have a very good relationship with the Lord of the World." Su Ming'an asked: "Are you some super powerful person?"
"I'm just an ordinary person. It's because my master is very powerful that Xiaowen is polite to me~" Taoer smiled, waved her hand, and skipped away.
Looking at her back, Su Mingan stood at the door, his eyes full of red powder, the wine flowing in the water, and peach blossoms falling on his shoulders.
In the shadows, Su Lin's voice came: "...Su Mingan, do you want to stay here temporarily?"
Su Mingan said: "Yes. There is a lot of important information in this line of the world master. It will take about two days. Can you go back to the land of the dead?"
Su Lin said: "In the Undead Realm, there are Aini, Lunxue, and many top players. Si Que has also made a good layout, and we just need to wait for the expansion. There is no need for me to go back and intervene."
Su Mingan thought for a while and said, "I sent out three lines before - the clone Ming went to the Wheel of Fortune. The clone Ying went to the Death Chanter. The SR card Su Jingtang went to the Blood Clan. I hope you can go find these three people."
Su Lin responded: "Ming, Ying, Su Jingtang? I see." He paused, and then said: "By the way, your power holder skills are still being upgraded, right? When you upgrade to the point where you can send me back to Praia forever, remember to send me back."
Su Mingan: "Okay."
If that day really came, he would certainly send Su Lin back. It was hard to leave one's hometown, and for Su Lin, this kind of wandering was too long.
There were still three hours left before the Disciple Game. Su Mingan slipped out of the room and wandered around the palace.
The emperor likes luxury, and the palace covers a vast area with gorgeous buildings everywhere. Su Mingan walked around for a while and suddenly found an area that was out of place.
Most of the palaces were Western-style buildings with pointed roofs, but he unexpectedly saw a group of pavilions with white walls, red tiles, towering eaves, and carved wooden columns, which looked like an exclusive oriental area.
He couldn't help but walk in. The building was also in oriental style, with scattered buildings and pavilions on all four corners. Why did the ruler of the world open up such an area with a completely different style?
Suddenly, there was a gust of wind.
“Ding—ling—”
The pear blossoms on thousands of trees rustled like silver bells.
He smelled the aroma of wine, like peach blossoms, or fermented rice, as if someone was drinking.
The whole garden is filled with spring beauty, and a few peach blossoms are hanging on the branches, emitting fragrance.
Looking for something, he saw a man standing quietly under a hexagonal white jade pavilion.
The peach blossoms were as light as snow-white hair. The man was wearing a silver jade robe, and his figure was as ethereal as a fairy. He held the cup in one hand and drank by himself, with a peach blossom floating in the wine.
A spring breeze blew, and the white hair fluttered in the wind, like a piece of soft white silk, dazzling people unable to take their eyes away, as if coexisting with thousands of gorgeous peach blossoms. The man lowered his eyes slightly, his eyes were narrow and long, with no joy or sadness.
In this quiet night, the surrounding scenery seemed dimmed behind that person.
The moonlight shines through layers of clouds and falls on the world and on the indifferent eyes and brows.
“……!”
Su Mingan's pupils constricted, and his heart was instantly gripped by bitterness. He wanted to speak, but the sudden surge of sadness blocked his throat.
He clenched his fists, his heart seemed to skip a beat, and his breathing became sluggish.
...Maybe he is dreaming.
How could I see it?
I knew the snow had melted.
The whole garden is filled with the aroma of wine, so fragrant that it makes people feel sour.
But he still called out softly in disbelief like a babbling child.
…
"……godfather……"
…
Then.
The indifferent eyes looked towards him.
The wind moves, the flowers sway.
The world is covered with snow.
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