Qiushui Pavilion, Li Mo’s room.
“Hmm? Why is it starting to itch again…”
Little Li was lying on the bed.
Although his consciousness had already sunk into a small realm, his body instinctively scratched his neck.
…..
At this moment, in the dream.
Do you want to listen to what you’re saying?
Oh, it seems there’s no need to listen anymore.
Is Phoenix Sky Empress Qin Mistress, who only talks but doesn’t act, really like that?
“!”
Qin Yuzhi had just been petrified, but the scene before her eyes made the petrified her feel both externally hardened and internally soft, almost shattering to pieces right there.
She remembered a kind of being that resembled both a human and a demon, called Night Ghosts. They would embrace their prey, making them immobile, then crawl onto the prey’s shoulders and stab their fangs into the prey’s veins…
High-grade Night Ghosts could even be very similar in appearance to humans, except they didn’t like sunlight; it was hard to distinguish them otherwise…
It must be a Night Ghost, and a high-grade one!
Otherwise, even in a dream, Qin Yuzhi found it hard to believe that God Hammer Little Overlord would be so helpless.
Night Ghost pretending to eat people as the Palace Master, is anyone going to stop it or not!
(Smash)!
Crack—
The food box was thrown by Qin Yuzhi onto the ground.
Ying Bing: “?”
She raised her head blankly, looking at Qin Yuzhi, feeling somewhat unfamiliar. The Pavilion clearly did not have such a disciple.
She looked at Li Mo again, and the stinky brother who was dating the tyrant empress.
Yes.
Why would there be male disciples in the Pavilion?
Smack—
The dream began to align with reality. A ray of sunlight shone through from outside, dispelling the illusory bubbles wherever it passed.
The long wintered Pavilion seemed to begin to melt away now.
The light from the Tian Mountains covered everything.
“Whoosh….. Whoosh…..”
In the morning, Ying Bing slowly woke up. She vaguely looked out the window and found it was bright, dazzling and hard to open her eyes.
She placed her hand on her forehead, blocking the warm light that seeped in everywhere, and fell into thought for a while.
What did she dream about last night?
Yes, she relied on the Huangliang technique, guiding herself to the Pavilion with memories, to the time when Phoenix Sky Empress was still reigning.
But before the dream ended, a series of strange events occurred…
And some scenes from Little Li’s mind were played back.
Those scenes were hard to forget!
Naturally, they broke the dream she had built for herself.
“So…..”
Ying Bing recalled the scenes in her dream, her fair and delicate little feet curling up.
Was what she dreamed yesterday a segment from ‘Tyrant Empress Falls in Love With Me’?!
One cannot dream of things they have never seen.
But how could she have just seen Li Mo instructing Ouyang in a comic, and the place where the plot unfolded was very similar to the Pavilion in her memory!
Moreover….. and moreover, Qin Yuzhi saw it too.
At the same time.
Next door.
“Today’s progress is about the same as yesterday.”
“There are still ten forms or extreme forms left to reach a new level in the Great Struggle Intent.”
Little Li yawned and got up, rubbing his temples, still feeling tired.
His head was a bit dizzy, as if his spirit had been drained.
This is normal.
Day after day of staying up late to fight bosses and level up, sometimes dying multiple times against one boss, then switching to the next, anyone would feel dizzy, as if they had just finished a shift.
“Based on this calculation, I won’t have enough power from the masses to challenge the Great Form when I reach the ninth aperture.”
Li Mo took out the Kongming Multicolor Tower and started calculating the progress of the power from the masses.
Now it was over fourteen layers, still far from the thirtieth layer.
The main reason was that the speed of gathering power from the masses had gradually slowed down recently.
After thinking for a while, Li Mo felt that the reason was simple.
Faith needs maintenance.
For example, in the prosperous Buddhist West, Buddha only existed in legends, but his golden statues and temples were everywhere, maintained by high monks.
As for our Celestial Venerable Immortal, he appeared once and then remained hidden.
Over time, his image would naturally fade in the hearts of the people of the South Border. Things he had once made the people do, like opening mountains and dredging rivers, would also gradually be forgotten.
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After all, he didn’t scare the people, nor did he require offerings like traditional deities. The people didn’t even have a way to behave obediently.
“But the South Border is so vast, how can I manage alone?”
Li Mo was a bit troubled.
He could use a surrogate body instead of himself, but his realm wasn’t sufficient to support it, and the limitations of the surrogate body were great.
To say nothing else,
How many hairs does he have to pull out every day?
“My bald look…”
Little Li cut off the terrifying thoughts in his mind and went to the kitchen to make a simple breakfast, today it’s hand-rolled noodles and Fortune Land Red Berries.
Mmm, the Fortune Land Red Berries resemble strawberries, sour and sweet, and have the effect of relieving fatigue and refreshing the mind.
A few in the morning, quite fitting.
He just came out and saw Ice Chunk sitting there, looking at him with a deep gaze.
Qin Yuzhi looked up at the sky at a forty-five degree angle, acting as if she were lost in thought.
“Have some watermelon in the morning.”
Li Mo didn’t think much about it and put the berries on the table.
Then he scratched his neck, why is it more itchy today?
Strange, with his physique, could he be sensitive?
“Pfft…”
Qin Yuzhi picked up a Fortune Land Red Berry and just happened to see Li Mo scratching his neck, the water she had just drunk spewed out.
“What is this…”
“Strawberry, tastes great, sour and sweet is me.”
Li Mo found the name awkward.
“I…I don’t like watermelon.”
“?”
A confusing breakfast began.
Sharp-eyed Li Mo noticed that Ice Chunk’s hair was loose, the black hair was blown by the wind, brushing past her lips several times, almost slipping into her mouth.
So he casually said:
“Ice Chunk, your hair is loose, let me help you…”
“!”
Ying Bing’s clear eyes trembled slightly.
“I can do it myself…”
“Your hands are curled up like that, are you cold?”
Li Mo took her jade hairpin, rolled up the end of the black hair, and naturally tied it up.
He was surprised when he did it himself.
Odd, why am I so proficient?
Does this have innate talent?
“Cough cough cough… Cough!”
Seeing this, Qin Yuzhi, the seventh realm, almost choked on noodle soup.
“What’s wrong with you?” Li Mo asked curiously.
“I was walking around last night.”
“Where did you walk?”
Qin Yuzhi hesitated, “In a dream, then accidentally, well, definitely not on purpose, slipped into Little Ice Girl’s dream.”
Ying Bing’s heart tightened.
Of course, that Qin Yuzhi wasn’t originally in the dream!
Li Mo became interested and asked with a smile, “What dream did she have? Was it another nightmare?”
“No, quite the opposite… She dreamed of you.”
Qin Yuzhi looked at her, then at him, shook her head seriously.
“It’s nothing, it’s just an ordinary dream.” Ying Bing’s face was expressionless, but her fingers holding the chopsticks involuntarily curled tighter.
“What kind of dream?” Li Mo was really curious.
“She…”
Snap—
The chopsticks broke with a sound, and Qin Yuzhi, who was in the Profound Realm, felt a chill in her neck.
“…Well, she controlled you and then disciplined you, leaving you with no chance to retaliate.”
“??”
A small question mark appeared above Li Mo’s head.
This was vastly different from what he imagined.
Why would Ice Chunk discipline him?
Moreover, he was a god hammer… er, Qianlong Fourth, ranked higher than Ice Chunk.
How could he have no chance to retaliate?
Is this reasonable?
