Morning Star

So Chujiu began to talk about his past and the world he lived in. He started from the time he could remember, repeating what he had said before.

“I remember when I was in kindergarten…”

Having said this, she paused and began to explain to him what "kindergarten" meant.

She danced and gesticulated as she spoke: "...My parents often say that my brother and I are not like siblings, but like enemies."

"The elder said I bullied him, but isn't my younger brother meant to be bullied..."

“……”Mo Xinglan just smiled and listened patiently.

"…I was already in high school at that time, and Chu Xiaoshi and I went to the same school. I was a senior, and he was a freshman. Seniors have a lot of academic workload, and all day long we were either doing exercises or on our way to do exercises. That day, I was doing exercises in the classroom, and Xiao Xiao rushed in from the classroom door and told me that Chu Xiaoshi had gotten into a fight with someone. I heard that he was at a disadvantage."

At this point she rolled up her sleeves and looked like she was ready to fight: "Oh, he is my Chujiu's younger brother after all, how can I let him suffer. I got angry when I heard that. I rushed to the bottom of the teaching building and saw a student dragging a long stick and swinging it at Chuxiaoshi."

"I still remember it clearly. The stick was this long and this thick." She raised her hands to gesture.

"Oh my! I was so confused that I rushed over without thinking, grabbed the stick in the student's hand with one hand, and kicked it with my foot. The student was kicked away immediately. I didn't expect that I still had so much strength."

"But I didn't think too much about it at the time. I pulled Chu Xiaoshi up from the ground, pointed at the boy who was stunned by my kick and scolded him..."

"Then the teacher came and dragged us away and gave us a lecture. He also called our parents..."

"I got scolded by my mom again when I got home. I was already upset at school, so how could I endure it anymore when I got home?"

“I immediately refuted it…”

"...Then I was beaten by my mother..."

Mo Xinglan: “…”

"When I was young, I was beaten by my mother many times. I also thought about running away from home countless times, but every time I just went to Xiao Xiao's house..."

"Every time I made a mistake, I made up all kinds of excuses to avoid being beaten. I have the most experience in this area..."

The holy land of the gods, which was supposed to be silent, was now filled with the voice of a young girl that was sometimes happy, sometimes disappointed, and sometimes angry.

"…So Xiaoxiao and I were admitted to the same university…"

She spoke as she recalled her past life.

Suddenly it felt so wonderful.

I turned my head to look at the boy next to me, wanting to tell him how I felt, but I found that the boy had his eyes closed and was breathing lightly.

“……” She is so good at making people fall asleep.

After that, she stopped talking, but slowly approached with her hands on the ground and gently kissed his cold cheek.

But Chujiu never expected that Mo Xinglan would never wake up again after this sleep.

At first she was worried and called the God Emperor.

The God Emperor told her that Mo Xinglan was just like this because his body was too weak and he couldn't adapt to the water in the holy spring for a while.

After understanding the situation, she felt relieved. But as long as he didn't wake up, she was still worried. She was afraid that he would feel sore if he slept in the same position for too long, so she would change his position from time to time.

When she was bored, she would sit there and let her mind go. Gradually, she found that her day passed quickly this way.

At the same time, she noticed that the hairpin in her sea of ​​consciousness had undergone some changes.

She took out the hairpin to study it, and found that the soul inside it felt more and more real to her.

Out of curiosity, she spoke to the hairpin in an attempt to communicate with it, but got no response at all.

That day, the God Emperor came to visit Mo Xinglan after finishing his work, and saw her studying a hairpin.

The God Emperor was stunned for a moment when he saw this, but soon put on his kind smile again.

When Chujiu saw the God Emperor, he quickly stood up and greeted him. Then he asked the God Emperor about the hairpin in his hand without any hesitation.

In fact, when she saw the God Emperor for the first time, she felt a kind of intimacy, so she didn't have to be so particular when talking to him. She also felt from the bottom of her heart that the God Emperor would not harm her.

Besides, the God Emperor has lived for so long after all, he must have a lot of experience, and maybe he knows something.

After hearing her question, the God Emperor looked at the hairpin in her hand, and looked at Chujiu as if he were his own granddaughter. With a gentle and kind smile, he patiently said, "This hairpin is called Cangyou, and it is a divine weapon. Feiyin once found it and gave it to the Demon God."

As he spoke, he sighed, "I didn't expect it to still be in the Demon Realm. But the weapon spirit inside is no longer the same weapon spirit as before."

Chujiu was shocked after hearing this, and stared at the hairpin in his hand in amazement.

She kept shouting, "It turns out it has a name. And it's a magical artifact."

Oh my god, she, she...

Thinking of this, she lowered her head to look at Mo Xinglan who was soaking in the holy spring.

Do the stars know?

Isn't this too cheap for her?

but……

"Can the weapon spirit be replaced?"

It was the first time she heard it.

The God Emperor nodded and said, "It can be replaced. If a stronger soul breaks into the original spirit when it is weak, that soul can devour the original spirit and replace it if it is willing."

Chujiu's new knowledge increased again. After exclaiming in amazement, he asked, "Then, do you know what the spirit inside is? I talked to it several times before, but it ignored me. Does it look down on me? Am I too weak?"

It's no wonder she thought so. After all, Ling Yun thought she was too weak before. Even if he recognized her as his master, he still didn't acknowledge her strength.

Moreover, Cangyu is a divine weapon, which makes him sound much more powerful than Lingyun, and his temper must be worse.

Unexpectedly, the God Emperor shook his head and said, "I am not responding to you because she is still very weak and unable to respond."

"Ah? So, that's it." All the random thoughts in her mind stopped instantly.

Isn’t it embarrassing?

She had talked so much to it before, would it think she was noisy? Did she disturb its rest?

She thought that if she were sleeping and someone kept chattering in her ear, she would definitely jump up and hit that person.

Thinking of this, I suddenly felt guilty and ashamed.

The God Emperor beside her saw her embarrassed look and probably guessed what she was thinking.

He didn't point it out, but said, "She has now recognized you as her master."

"!"

Chujiu took a deep breath and his jaw almost dropped.

Oh my god! Divine artifact, recognize her as the master!

If she tells others about it, she can brag about it for decades, right?

When did he recognize her as his master? How come her master didn't know? Why didn't he inform her?

The God Emperor smiled at her surprised expression and continued, "If you want the spirit inside to get better quickly, you can drip a drop of your heart's blood on the bead on the hairpin, and then meditate and practice every day to nourish it with your own spiritual energy."

"It's just that her soul is still incomplete. Even if it recovers, it still needs constant nourishment. But this is not a difficult task for you. Just put it in your sea of ​​consciousness."

After the God Emperor finished speaking, Chujiu hadn’t reacted yet. She stared with her eyes wide open and her mouth slightly open.

It took me a while to come back to my senses.

Thinking of what the God Emperor had just said, she heard the three words "blood in the heart" most clearly.

Xingxing had fed her heart blood several times before, so when she heard the word "heart blood", she would think of Xingxing's pale face after losing his heart blood.

After a moment of silence, she covered her heart with one hand and raised her head hesitantly: "How do I get the blood from my heart?"

Use, use a knife?

This is the knife that Xingxing has used several times before.

But just thinking about stabbing yourself in the heart with a knife hurts.

The God Emperor looked kind and told her how to draw blood from the heart most conveniently and without much pain.

So Chujiu took a drop of blood from his heart according to the method taught by the God Emperor, and dripped it onto the blue bead on Cangyou's hairpin.

The blood with spiritual energy was quickly absorbed by the beads.

Chujiu's expression didn't change much after taking only one drop. Instead, she stared at Cangyou in confusion, saying, "Why is there no reaction at all?"

The God Emperor smiled and said, "Take your time. Then you just need to meditate for two hours every day as I said before."

Chujiu nodded.

His eyes fell on the unconscious Mo Xinglan, and he became worried again: "Will my meditation and cultivation nearby affect Xingxing?"

"It's only two hours. The Little Demon Lord is in the Holy Spring now, so he won't be a problem." The God Emperor replied.

Chujiu heaved a sigh of relief and then thanked the God Emperor.

She felt that the God Emperor looked more and more amiable. She vaguely felt that being with the God Emperor was like being with her grandmother when she was a child.

Maybe it's because the God Emperor has lived too long. After all, he is an old man.

After the God Emperor left, Chujiu began to meditate and practice as the God Emperor said.

Time passed day by day. It wasn't so boring to have something to do.

Mo Xinglan was also in deep sleep, but the water in the holy spring was getting less and less every day.

Miraculously, Mo Xinglan had been soaking in the spring water for a long time, and not only did his body not swell up, but his skin became more delicate and smoother than before, and his temperament had changed a lot. Seeing this, Chujiu wanted to soak in the spring water for a month.

His complexion gradually improved, the sickly paleness gradually faded, and finally became a little rosy. But perhaps because of the spring water, his body was still cold.

Later, the spring water could only cover his legs as he sat cross-legged at the bottom of the pool. At this time, Chujiu let him lie flat in the pool, so as not to waste every drop of spring water.

A month later, the boy who was sleeping in the pool finally opened his eyes slowly with his long eyelashes trembling.

Before I was fully awake, I felt something pressing on my stomach.

He frowned and blinked twice, and his vision gradually became clear.