After confirming that the master and apprentice were truly trapped, she was briefly emotional before accepting the fact.
Since we're here, let's make the best of it.
If we can't get out, we can't get out.
It's only three years, isn't it?
This secret realm is full of resources. If they cultivate diligently for three years, they will surely shock the world when they come out.
Cai Niu and Yun Jing are still cultivating.
Rong Zi thought for a moment and decided to wait for them to come out first before telling them the news that they had obtained the 'three-year residence right in the Immortal Treasure Secret Realm'.
While waiting for her disciples, she was bored and took Jun Moyao out of the Hongmeng Ring.
Unexpectedly, he ended up carrying a whole bunch.
The little sunflower's two leaves were covered in flour, and she was grabbing Jun Moyao's leg, desperately smearing the flour from the leaves onto his face.
Behind it, Little White was jumping up and down in anger.
"You damn sunflower, I've already told you, my master isn't dead! He's not dead! Why do you still insist on putting on this dead person makeup? If you do this, my master will kill me when he wakes up!"
"You're so angry! Do you believe I'll kill you with a single blow from my fan?"
Little Sunflower clung to Egg and wouldn't let go, earnestly advising Little White.
"How many days has it been? You should just accept the fact. People can't come back to life, Xiaobai! Let him go with dignity. If you delay any longer, your master's body will probably start to rot."
Xiao Bai: "Dignity my ass! You've already smeared him like a dough doll, how is that dignity?"
"And you're the one who smells bad, my master smells good."
Rong Zi: "..."
Seeing that the flour wrapped in the sunflower leaves was about to get all over Jun Moyao, Rong Zi's lips twitched slightly. She quickly grabbed the sunflower and threw it away.
Go play somewhere else.
If we keep rubbing like this, when Egg wakes up, he'll definitely make Little White put Little Sunflower directly into the flour jar.
Little Sunflower was thrown headfirst, her head plunging into the ground.
It struggled to pull its head out of the ground, then stood with its hands on its hips, looking at Rong Zi with a accusing expression, "Why did you stop me too? I did this all for Egg Boss's image."
"Really?" Rong Zi raised an eyebrow and said, "I thought you were going to coat him in flour first and then fry him in oil?"
Little Sunflower was taken aback by his words, "Huh?"
Rong Zi grabbed Jun Moyao's foot and shook him headfirst a few times.
As she moved, flour fell from Jun Moyao's body like snowflakes.
Seeing this, Rong Zi clicked his tongue and said, "Look at this amount of flour. If you coat it with two more layers, it will be just right for frying. It will definitely fry until both sides are golden brown and crispy."
Little Sunflower subconsciously imagined the scene based on her words.
Its face contorted with disgust. "Ugh, you're so cruel!"
Little Whitey pounced on me, howling, "Give me back my master!"
Neither of these two is normal.
No matter who the owner falls into, his fate will be tragic.
Now that Rong Zi's strength has recovered, dealing with a novice is no problem for her at all.
She pinched Jun Moyao's leg, easily dodging the charging Little White, and even used one hand to flick its fan, sending it crashing headfirst into the stone wall, impossible to pry off.
After dealing with Xiaobai, Rong Zi casually found a rock to sit on.
She glanced at Jun Moyao, who was covered in flour, thought for a moment, took out a handkerchief and spread it on her lap, then placed the flour-covered Jun Moyao on the handkerchief.
Jun Moyao lay quietly on the handkerchief, showing no reaction.
He seemed to be doing things casually.
Like a lifeless little porcelain doll.
However, the doll in front of us looked as if it had just been rolled around in a flour jar.
Rong Zi first checked Jun Moyao's breathing.
Seeing that he was indeed not breathing, she raised an eyebrow.
"It really has stopped breathing?"
Little Sunflower had somehow snuggled back and climbed onto Rong Zi, saying, "He's dead. He's completely dead. Only Little White can't accept it and insists he's still alive."
"Sigh, it seems he was quite devastated by the death of his master."
It took Xiaobai a lot of effort to pull itself out of the stone wall.
Upon hearing this, it immediately pounced angrily, shouting, "You're the one who's completely dead! My master is alive and well! I said he's not dead, so he's not dead!"
Little Sunflower clicked her tongue, "See? They're all obsessed."
Rong Zi: "..."
Rong Zi casually fiddled with Jun Moyao's arms and legs.
It's soft and squishy, and quite fun.
Using her fingers to tuck a strand of his silver hair, she recalled the purple-eyed, white-haired man who had once appeared in her mind, and narrowed her eyes imperceptibly.
The man also had a head of smooth, elegant silver hair.
As she pondered, Rong Zi's fingertips moved to Jun Moyao's eyes.
And those purple eyes...
Recalling the man's appearance, she grabbed the corner of the handkerchief under Jun Moyao and wiped the thick layer of flour off his face.
As the flour was gradually wiped away, Jun Moyao's delicate face came into Rong Zi's view.
Even though he was breathing no air at this moment, his face was still rosy and glowing.
He certainly doesn't seem like someone who's already passed away.
As Rong Zi looked at Jun Moyao's familiar little face, it began to overlap little by little with the face of the man in her mind.
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