I don’t know who closed the office window, and the cold wind blew in.

Yuexia glanced at it and said, "It's so boring, then take a nap~"

Lying lazily on the desk, Yuexia was immersed in the story of dreams without realizing it.

I don't know how long it took, but she was woken up by a slight push.

"Um~" Yuexia rubbed her eyes, "I don't drink coptis chinensis, it's too bitter~"

"Well! Yuexia, it's time to wake up and see who I am?"

Yuexia's voice between dreams and reality...the old age exudes power.

Yuexia sat up suddenly and opened her eyes tough, causing her eyes to get dizzy.

She tried her best to focus her eyes on the person opposite: "Qiqiqi...Qiqiyan!"

The old woman squinted her eyes and stared at her: "Are you very tired recently? You actually slept so heavily."

"No, I'm sleeping so hard even if I'm not tired. No, I'm really tired lately. Yesterday, I experienced something very strange with my companions, and to be precise, something strange happened a few days ago with my students."

"Oh? What's the matter?"

"Recently, I was designed by a puppet man and completed several difficult tasks." Then, Yuexia told the old woman all the adventures of the puppet man and the world of Mo, including the secret that the puppet man told.

After hearing this, the old woman's expression became severe and her brows frowned.

Yue Xia looked at the appearance of the Seven Emotions God and asked worriedly: "You are the Seven Emotions God and have great magical powers. Do you know about this Wanmo World?"

"It seems that this world of Wanmo has collapsed to the depths. Ten years ago, Wanmo was inspired by the desire gag. Dongtian planned to let the desire gag machine destroy all humans with dark sides. However, Dongdi, which has not been sealed, stopped Dongtian's actions. The two gods fought for a full five years, and Dongdi was sealed in the heart by Dongtian. At this time, the world of Wanmo had been destroyed from the root. Lord Dongtian thought to himself that, anyway, Wanmo would be finished soon, and there was no need to waste the power of the desire gag machine. So Wanmo fled himself. Our Seven Emotions Gods could do nothing. Unexpectedly... it collapsed so quickly, and it became like this after another five years~ This world of Wanmo is probably the first parallel world to be destroyed!"

"So why does the world of Wanmo have a name, but our world does not have a specific name?"

"That's because the world of Mimo has a secret technique that appeared since the birth of the universe. This secret technique was first hidden in the corner. The energy it emitted changed the genes of some humans millions of years ago, and prompted every generation of this world to appear people with close to the wisdom of God. These people used a lot of conclusive evidence and images to prove the existence of other parallel worlds. Therefore, in Mimo, parallel worlds are common sense knowledge. Hundreds of thousands of years ago, in order to distinguish their world from other parallel worlds, they gave it a name - Mimo."

After hearing this, Yuexia burst into cold sweat: "Even if there are people close to God in the Wanmo world, can they not avoid the end of destruction?"

"That's right."

"Those people can't save the world, so why don't I have no hope? What if I fail, our world will be over?" Yue Xia looked a little worried and lowered her eyes.

She raised her eyes again and looked at the Qihui Shen: "What does the puppet mean when it comes to gear? What is the speed of driving, what exactly does it mean?"

The Seven Emotions sighed and drank the complete bowl of green tea: "We have never heard of this. We thought about it again just now, but we had no clue."

Yuexia was a little depressed: "Don't even you gods know about this?"

"We are all people from hundreds or thousands of years ago. Because we have knots that cannot be untied in our emotions, we will become obsessed gods after practicing. Later, we gathered one after another by chance until we became one. The time of our existence is a drop in the ocean in the life of the universe. After all, our seven emotions are the lowest god and the god closest to humans. And the matter of this gear is a secret that existed since the beginning of the creation of a parallel world, so we don't know."

"Do they know Dongtian and Dongdi?"

"They may not know it either. Because the age of Dongtian and Dongdi is only 100,000 light-years. Compared to the universe, they are just a little bit. Of course they wouldn't have heard of this."

“Is there a God who lives longer?”

"There is, there is, but with the consciousness of our low-level gods, we cannot communicate with the high-level gods at all. It can also be said that the physical environment in which our expressions are in cannot be connected. Therefore, we cannot make any inquiries with them."

"Can Dongdi communicate with them?"

"No, in fact, Dongtian and Dongdi are also low-level gods."

"What?" Yuexia showed an incredible expression, "I thought they were high-level gods!"

The old woman shook her head: "Of course it's impossible. They can't even be considered an intermediate god. If they were a high god, they wouldn't have done those things so boring."

Yuexia frowned and said, "Oh, what should I do? This mystery cannot be solved now."

"Of course you don't need to rush to figure this out. Because our Seven Emotions God can help you save your world."

"But, can you just believe that you can do it?"

"You woman, you are so rude! Forget it, you have no other choice now, you can only listen to us first. God of Joy, come out~"

"Hey~ I'm going to travel through time again~" Yuexia was a little excited. This time it was finally related to the happy thing. Because of the God of Joy this time!

A pretty woman who looks like she is eighteen or nineteen years old splits out of the Seven Emotions. Although this woman is dressed in a bit inappropriate, she looks unexpectedly beautiful.

"God of Joy? Which world are you dressed in?" Yuexia turned around the little beauty.

"Well, the world I lived in before becoming a god is indeed a little different from other worlds. Oh, don't worry about that, I'll send you on a trip right away~"

Yuexia's eyes suddenly shone with excitement: "Will this trip be very happy?"

"Happy? Oh, I think you misunderstood. Maybe it's not as sad as other trips, but it's not that much."

"Since you are unhappy, what is the connection with joy?"

"Well, how do you explain it to you?" Xi Shen stroked his white chin and thought for a while. "Don't you feel a little bored if you travel happily?"

"No, no, I don't feel bored at all~"

"But I feel bored."

"God of Joy~ Don't base your happiness on the pain of others, okay~"

"Okay, I was just kidding. Actually, I don't want you to suffer. I just want you to think more deeply."

"Um."

"Don't worry, go quickly~" Xi Shen waved his long sleeves.

Yuexia found herself in a strange world. Almost all the women around her were wearing clothes like Xishen. Under the colorful tulle are short-sleeved and shorts in solid silk, half of the arms and legs. The men's clothes are short-sleeved and shorts made of ordinary cotton.

Both men and women have different hairstyles.

Yuexia pulled a pedestrian over: "What dynasty is this?"

"Tang Dynasty."

"Tang Dynasty? Oh my God, the Tang Dynasty in this world is very open, and it can even expose its arms and calves."

"I'm crazy! It's so hot now that summer is now, what should I wear if I don't wear short sleeves?"

"Well, okay, it makes sense haha."

Yuexia continued to observe everything around her, and gradually, her original memory began to disappear. In less than a few minutes, she lost her memory again, but what existed in her memory was in this world, another memory of her.

Another of the other people in the world here is named Xiaoqiu. She is doing odd jobs in Xiaoxiang Music Bull, mainly responsible for cleaning the room of Mr. Xiang, the top brand of Xiaoxiang Music Bull. Mr. Xiang is a legendary figure. No one knows his true life experience. Everyone only thinks that he is a living god who is proficient in numerology and magic. He is temporarily working in Xiaoxiang Music Bull. Because he is good at playing melodious and delicate guqin music and loves long robes, he adds a hint of mysterious temperament. His job is to listen to the thoughts of guests every night and use the sound of the piano to divine divination for guests. Every time he is divining, he likes to sprinkle fragrant powder on the strings.

"Hey, why am I stunned here? I still have to buy fragrant powder for Mr. Xiang~" Yuexia looked at her empty hands, sighed with a self-deprecating voice, waved her arms wildly, and walked towards the market with big strides.

She heard many of the pedestrians passing by, yelling to attend the evening fireworks conference. When she saw Mr. Xiang’s ability to be successful: “There is a fireworks conference tonight! Mr. Xiang made an exception to divine the two of them.”

Xiaoqiu covered her mouth and laughed: Mr. Xiang’s so-called “supernatural skills” are just tricks of deceiving people. You don’t know, don’t I know yet?

When she arrived at the market, Xiaoqiu was stunned by the dazzling array of rouge powder. She touched her cheeks, which were not applied, and felt that she was really out of place among the beautiful and beautiful women around her. She took a box of powder and fled from the market after paying.

She also wanted to buy some rouge powder for herself, but she was short of money. Looking at the fragrant powder box with the pattern of Qiu chrysanthemums, Xiaoqiu was a little moved. She stopped and opened the lid guiltily. She looked at the snow-white fragrant powder, which was really attractive. She dipped it a little with her slender jade fingers and rubbed it on the back of her hand.

"Wow~ It smells so good~ Is it all used on the strings, isn't it a waste?"

Xiaoqiu looked back and forth and saw a flour shop.

"Boss, give me some flour."

The boss walked forward: "How much do you want, girl?"

"Yes." Xiaoqiu drew a small circle in the air with his hands, "Is that almost that?"

"If you don't sell, don't sell!" The boss waved his hand, "How do you want me to sell such a little flour?"

Xiaoqiu returned to Xiaoxiang Music Hall in disappointment and went straight to the kitchen.

"Aunt Bao, why do I hear the sound of mice?" The cook stopped cutting vegetables and raised his ears.

"No~ You heard it wrong!" Aunt Abao squeezed her eyes at Xiaoqiu who was scooping flour while washing vegetables.
Chapter completed!