Quick Transmigration: A money-loving man meets a boy who gives away money!

In the fairy world, according to the established storyline, everything seems like a movie, happening both realistically and like an illusion.

And above the ninth heaven, the fire in Yu Ci's arms burned steadily and gently, gradually melting the entire ice room that was created because of her.

Over several decades, the ice glass flower within the soul slowly opened its last few petals and gradually and steadily merged with the soul.

The system turned a blind eye and watched the flame of its former master's aura thawing Yu Ci. In order to prevent itself from hindering the thawing, it even moved its body backwards and lay down beside Tiangong's bed.

Yu Ci unconsciously embraced the flame, drawing the necessary warmth from it. It felt like hugging a ball of warm cotton.

She could finally get a good night's sleep.

As she slept silently, a tentacle from the next world slowly reached out to the fairy world.

The layout of the Shura Realm infiltrated into this area little by little, trying to quietly do something under the nose of the Closed-Eye Heavenly Dao.

Little did he know that he had already fallen into the spider's web.

The system, on behalf of its master, began to deliberately open a small corner and let in the world that was still trying to use the banned mosquitoes.

Two eyes as big as searchlights are above the sky, overlooking the changes below.

In the divine realm, the flower that the main god had been holding in his arms for ten thousand years while he was resting with his eyes closed became the coveted target in the dark corners. They tried to figure out why the other party treated this world so favorably.

It drives the story forward.

until……

Everything that has happened has developed to a climax.

The Shura Realm is invading...

After becoming an immortal, Kunlun recovered some of his memories as a main god. He looked at the hidden illnesses that he had lured out and said, "If you want to see, then see as much as you want..."

The woman on the throne opened her eyes, cleared away the last batch of heretics with a wave of her hand, and gently stroked the dream cereus belonging to the fairy world in her arms with her fingertips, revealing a slightly puzzled expression.

Is that so?

My heart was beating fast, and I was reflecting back to myself the memory of just a few hundred years ago. It was emerging in my mind bit by bit, replaying...

There is indeed a gap between my personal experience and my memory.

She hugged her flowers, the rationality in her eyes seemed to slowly collapse, but she struggled to rebuild a calm defense.

Yu Porcelain...

Ling closed his eyes, not understanding why he thought of the other person again. He leaned back and leaned lightly on the throne.

But his hand tightened the flowerpot little by little.

This seat, which represented supreme status, was a little hard and a little cold. She shouldn't have such a cold thing in her arms.

Maybe...out of sight, out of mind.

Ling picked up the Dream Epiphyllum in his hand and headed towards the Demon Palace that was thrown out by Yu Ci, which he had not set foot on for nearly ten thousand years because of the war.

She put it into her own forbidden area of ​​God's domain.

No one could enter, even myself, this was the first time I went there since I left.

Her footsteps stepped on the petals, and her wide robe swept across the sea of ​​flowers. She stepped onto the bluestone slab. The snow on it was still the same as before, without any change.

Time was sealed by her at that moment.

Ling came into the house and looked at the clean and tidy house. He wanted to find a place to put the flowers in his arms, but he saw some wet ink on the table. On it was the "Lotus Sutra" that Yu Ci practiced later to slowly cultivate his sentiments and pass the time.

She placed her fingertips lightly on it and saw the words stop abruptly at "Fairy of flowers, without vines or branches."

Her fingertips gently slid along the handwriting, and her memory could still recall the posture in which she sat there, without changing in the slightest.

The golden divine power condensed on the seat and transformed into the appearance of "Yu Ci". Holding the pen in his hand, he looked up sideways, exactly as he remembered.

"Do you see how my handwriting is?"

Ling controlled this phantom and simulated what Yu Ci would say. The degree of similarity was so high that even if Yu Ci herself came, she would find it indistinguishable, just like an AI clone.

"Yu Ci" raised her head and looked at him sideways with a faint smile on her face. Her eyes were looking straight at her, but there was no trace of emotion in her eyes, just like the calm surface of water without a ripple.

Ling raised his hand and hooked the other person's chin, then lowered his eyes slightly to take a closer look. After a careful examination, he finally said lightly: "It doesn't look like..."

She took back the "Yu Ci" on the chair with one hand and turned it into starlight.

Leaving the desk, they came into the room. They had spent most of their time in the house. There was a dressing table in the room, on which were several wedding photos.

When she saw the photo, she felt a sharp pain in her heart and reached out to press it down.

Then, the moment it reached the table, it paused, and then slowly put it back in place.

The photo did not change color, and the eyes of the person in it were bright, as bright as stars, as if he was looking at her through a piece of paper.

Following these eyes, Ling once again molded out a Yu Ci. Her eyes seemed to glow. She looked at him with a smile, and even wanted to pounce on him and hug him.

She subconsciously took a half step back, then relaxed her tension, letting her throw herself on her torso, rubbing her chin and saying, "I missed you so much..."

Zero pretended to be calm and pulled the other person's hand away, "God shouldn't have feelings..."

She paused. This was just an illusion she had created. Who was she talking to?

As for "Yu Ci" who kept saying "I miss you so much", was she really thinking about herself, or was she just thinking...

Ling stopped talking immediately and left the room evasively...