We agreed to save the world together, and you said you are the creator god?

Jing Anping shakily took out a small cylinder from his sleeve. He twisted it and a streak of white light shot into the air, followed by a field of fireworks that bloomed in the sky not far away.

It is dazzling, splendid as a dream, like flowers scattered by a fairy, so beautiful.

His cheeks were flushed with drunkenness, he turned around and raised his arms pointing to the sky.

"How about it? Do you like it? This is something that the king specially arranged for someone to prepare."

"I like it. It looks good."

Feiying looked up at the sky. She couldn’t remember how long it had been since she last watched fireworks. These fireworks were very thoughtful.

"Don't cry, Sister Yan'er. When I grow up, I will make special arrangements to set off fireworks just for you."

While Feiying was admiring the scene, a memory of Yinglan suddenly came to her mind.

Her heart suddenly trembled and she understood everything.

Jing Anping kept saying that he prepared all these in order to meet Zhuoran by chance.

But whether it was the three-story flower boat, the perfectly fitting clothes, the Kongming lanterns, or this exclusive fireworks display, he recreated them one by one based on their experiences, without ever considering what Zhuoran liked or needed.

Jing Anping, don't worry, I, the God of Creation Feiying, will definitely make you return to normal.

As she was thinking this, the cup in Jing Anping's hand naturally fell on the table, and he fell asleep on the table.

"Hey, Jing Anping, wake up. You'll catch a cold if you sleep here!"

"Hey, wake up."

Seeing that she couldn't wake him up no matter what she did, Feiying shook her head helplessly.

There were no other servants on the flower boat except the boatman who was responsible for driving the boat. It seemed that she was the only one who could take him to rest.

Fortunately, this body belongs to a martial artist and is strong enough.

She picked him up and carried him horizontally down to the third floor. After putting him on the bed, Feiying sat on a stool to rest.

She fell asleep at some point, and when she woke up, it was already daybreak. She was lying on the bed, while Jing Anping was sleeping on the table.

She stood up, took a hairpin and simply tied up her hair, then called him to wake him up.

Jing Anping stretched and yawned: "Ouch, my neck."

"I told you to be magnanimous and give me the bed back. Now you're getting your comeuppance. You got a stiff neck, right?"

Feiying walked behind him and placed her hands on the junction of his neck and shoulders: "Don't move."

As she spoke, she rubbed him twice casually with the healing spell in her hand, which earned Jing Anping's exaggerated praise: "Mu Yan, you have this unique skill. My neck doesn't hurt at all."

Feiying patted him on the back and said, "Stop talking nonsense. If you are ready, go ashore and find a place to have breakfast."

The flower boat sailed to the shore. Feiying took Jing Anping's arm, flew down the flower boat using Qinggong, and landed steadily on the ground.

They found a restaurant, had breakfast, and then returned to Xiaoyao Palace.

Since coming back, Feiying hadn't had time to be thankful that Jing Anping had finally been quiet for a few days before she was 'summoned' by him again.

As soon as Jing Anping saw her, he asked, "Mu Yan, what do you think the probability is that you will encounter Zhuoran by directing and acting in a 'hero saving the beauty' scene?"

"Wait, you want to be this 'Mei', you want Zhuoran to save you when you are in danger?"

"That's pretty much what it means."

Jing Anping's current state is a false state that the plan has already been completed: "When the time comes, I will thank her for saving my life and thank her in various ways. How about it?"

"You can try it, but how do you plan to do it?"

Feiying couldn't openly stop him, so she could only think of a way when the time came.

"Well, I will arrange it. Just wait and see. The military power will definitely belong to me in the end."

In order not to alert the enemy, she did not ask any further questions.

Two days later, Jing Anping found her again early in the morning and went to the suburbs with her in a carriage before 9:00 p.m.

Feiying looked at this place and saw that although it was an official road, it was a very remote road and sparsely populated.

"Are you planning on creating a chance encounter here? There's not even one person here?"

Jing Anping looked like he was leaving it to me. "Don't worry, we've checked everything out. Zhuoran would personally practice fighting with the soldiers every seventh day, so he would arrive at the military camp before the hour of Si, and he would take this official road."

"As for the part about the 'chance encounter' that asked her to rescue someone, I have already arranged it. Someone will be blind enough to block her way in a while, so proceed according to the plan."

Feiying nodded: "Since you are so confident, it seems that I don't have to worry."

"I'm going to retreat first. If I want to be a good shadow guard, I'll be a good shadow guard."

As she spoke, she opened the curtain of the sedan chair, took off with a light jump, and leaped onto the tree.

When she was sure that Jing Anping was no longer paying attention to her, she ran and jumped quickly on the tree in the direction she came from.

Finally, she saw Zhuoran wearing armor and riding a horse galloping on the road.

Feiying looked at the geographical environment here and thought that as long as the road was blocked, she would be prevented from passing.

Thinking of this, she tried her best to control the output of spiritual power so as not to affect the small world. One of her hands seemed to turn into a sharp blade and she split the trunk of a larger dead tree in half, then she raised her foot and kicked it again.

The dead tree fell down just as planned, blocking the road.

Zhuo Ran, who was riding a horse at full speed, came to this place, looked at the road conditions in front of him, tightened the reins in time and stopped.

She rode her horse back and forth and observed twice. When she saw that there was no way forward, she turned the horse around and whipped the whip to ride away.

Feiying breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that she had left safely. The next step was to find a suitable time to go back and tell him that due to the road conditions, her chance meeting with Zhuoran today might fail again.

Thinking about it, she released her spiritual sense to locate Jing Anping's current position. After taking a look, she felt more and more that something was wrong.

Oh no, Jing Anping might really be in danger!

She hurried back as fast as she could.

Now Jing Anping was tied up with ropes and forced to kneel on the ground.

Several robbers who blocked his way searched his body and the carriage, but they only found twenty taels of silver.

They looked him up and down with disdain: "You don't look like a poor family by the way you're dressed. We went through all this trouble and only got twenty taels of silver, not even enough for the round trip."

A large knife was placed at his neck.

"Tell me, where did you hide the money?"

Although Jing Anping's personality has collapsed, he is not a fool.

"I'm really sorry, I just need to go out for a short time, and I don't have that much silver on me. Why don't you let me go home and give it to you gentlemen?"

As Jing Anping said this, the knife moved closer to his neck.

The knife-wielding robber spat on the ground and said, "You young brat, you still want to play tricks on us. If I let you go, can you still get the money?"

"Don't play tricks on me. If you don't hand over the money, I'll kill you!"