At the same time, in the Holy Spirit Cave, Razina fell softly beside Lu Lingqiu with satisfaction.

He covered himself with the quilt, took back the spell, and shook the master next to him——

"Master, it's getting dark."

"……Uh-huh?!"

Hearing the sound, Lu Lingqiu, who was in a dizzy state, suddenly opened his eyes, "Why did it take so long? I remember that I just wanted to take a nap..."

He rubbed his forehead, supported the back of his body with his arms, and stood up slowly with great doubts.

A feeling of emptiness came from deep in the nerves. He had obviously rested through sleep, but the unknown fatigue and tiredness still followed him, as if he had not received any physical supplement at all, and he even felt as if he had just exercised vigorously.

It's a bit incredible.

The sweat on the bed has dried up and nothing unusual can be seen.

I subconsciously touched my body and found that my clothes were neat and there was no mucus on my skin. It was very dry.

But this made him even more surprised.

As if thinking of something, he carefully glanced at Razina beside him with his peripheral vision, and asked tentatively:

"Uh, Razina. What were you busy with while I was sleeping just now?"

"Create items."

She replied with a normal expression.

"?"

Lu Lingqiu was stunned: "What item?"

He completely fixed his gaze on her.

At this moment, Razina was lying calmly on the soft quilt, with no expression as before before going to bed.

The previous time he was with her was also so uneventful. Although there was a little bit of pressure, it didn't make him as nervous as the other two first generations.

He saw her slowly pulling out an arm from the cup, spreading her white palm, and presenting a crystal clear drop-shaped substance in front of him——

"What the master wants is 'Rain Spirit'."

"!"

Upon hearing this, Lu Lingqiu's pupils shrank, he immediately sat up straight and put his head close to her palm.

"This is……"

Observing closely the drop of "rain essence" that seemed so fragile that it could break at any time, he finally recalled that he was going to the "Forest of Heavenly Water" to find the treasure for the water lotus.

But in my memory, things about "Yu Jing" are not very clear. I always feel that I have forgotten some important part, but I can't remember it for a while.

"Thanks a lot."

"Um."

After thanking her, Lu Lingqiu looked at the essence for a while again——

The appearance of this object is that of crystallized liquid, but it can be clearly seen that what it contains is not pure water spiritual power, but wisps of gray silk lingering in it, giving people a subtle and strange feeling.

He carefully took the essence in her palm, took out a small and exquisite jade box from the spiritual ring "Black Memory", and stored it in it.

With this, we should be able to successfully open the barrier of the "Sacred Forest".

He was thinking this in his mind, but he couldn't help but asked curiously:

"Rachina, how does this 'Rain Spirit' do it?"

"Master doesn't have to worry about this."

She glanced at him and spoke coldly.

This made him feel bad.

After being together for so long, he already knew that if he continued to ask questions that the first generation did not want to answer, it would only bring bad results.

He looked at her angrily and proposed the idea of ​​going out to relax.

"Well, you go ahead, I'm going to sleep first."

She turned sideways and stopped looking at him.

"good."

Lu Lingqiu had no choice but to get out of bed, tidied up the Holy Spirit's attire, and walked out the door.

"Then, good night."

——

…

The door is closed.

The moment her consciousness confirmed that her master was indeed gone, Razina could no longer hold back her indifferent expression, and suddenly clamped the quilt with her slender white legs and curled up completely.

Bury your head into a pillow filled with the smell of your master,

Doing what Hua Ling likes the most, but can't let go of her reserve and enjoy easily,

I imagined her longing and suffering, and then recalled the wonderful body feeling that lingered just now,

The satisfied blush on her cheeks finally lost its deliberate concealment, revealing a hint of color in the night.

Somewhere in the soft quilt, a feeling of dampness can be seen.

…

——

The beautiful scenery of Fenghua Mountain at night is still the same, with hazy stars falling in the forest.

Walking in such a beautiful scene on earth, Lu Lingqiu, who knew nothing about what happened before, looked up at the sky and sighed in his heart:

"A night scene like this would be perfect if it lasted for a month."

"But how long will it take before the moon-building plan can be implemented?"

century?

millennium?

Three thousand years?

He doesn't know.

I can only understand that my own strength is not enough, even after cultivating God.

Only by cultivating all children into true gods can there be any hope of reaching the final path.

But, how many years and months will it take until all the spirit envoys become gods?

Will that day really happen?

Will Jinghua Palace become an island of gods?

During this period, can you guarantee that none of the children will have any accidents?

Will they practice obediently, complete their tasks safely, and live in harmony with others?

Can the relationship between the first generation, the feelings between the second generation, and the gap between the third and fourth generations and their predecessors be resolved smoothly?

In Lu Lingqiu's heart, the spirit envoys should theoretically come and stay. It is impossible for everyone to be willing to stay for his seemingly "illusory" and "unrealistic" ambitions.

Whether it is a human being or a monster, everyone has only one life. Since he cannot guarantee that every spirit envoy will ascend to the gods, who is willing to pay this price and spend all his youth in Fenghua Mountain?

Woolen cloth?

Thinking of this, he felt a little unsure again.

I walked through the Wuling Cave in a trance, walked along the tree-lined path, bypassed the six-way array of thousands of flowers and lost spirits, and crossed the line of sky...

Finally arrived at Fenghua Ferry.

He did not choose to go back to Tianshan Mountain directly, but wanted to enjoy the night breeze at the beach first.

At present, the problems that are difficult to deal with make him feel extremely tired. But when it comes to negative emotions, he doesn't know who else to talk to besides talking to the flower god holding a rose in the Liuli Pavilion.

The "Rain Spirit" has been obtained, and the destination of his next journey is the "Tianshui Forest". To avoid accidents, he decided to go alone without any spiritual envoys.

There are still a few things to prepare for before leaving. As His Highness the Holy Spirit, you must never forget the promise you made to the children.

"When the Thousand-Year Pact ends, will Jinghua Palace return to its original deserted appearance?"

He looked at the stars and sighed sadly.

But less than three seconds have passed...

"Master, what is it that makes you so worried?"

Suddenly, a familiar lazy voice came to my ears.

Lu Lingqiu turned around and looked around, and saw Ping Yi's beautiful figure sitting on the top of a rock not far away casually.
To be continued...