Rebirth: I can easily control the end-of-the-world game

Bik's eyes lit up; he knew a snowball fight was about to begin. He shouted excitedly, "Wait, wait, I'm not ready yet!" A dozen tentacles quickly swirled up snowflakes...

Feng Lan didn't care whether Bi Ke was ready or not. Snowballs gathered around her, and with a flick of her tail, she rushed towards Bi Ke. More snowballs floated around her due to water magic. Hua Hua also thoughtfully helped Feng Lan make snowballs from behind. Because of personal grudges, the snowballs it made were big and solid, and they hurt a lot when they hit someone...

"Aaaaaah—it's not fair! Two against one, waaaaaah!"

"Flower!"

"Hehe! A sneak attack!"

The three of them played around here with agility. Since it was just their usual play, neither Feng Lan nor Hua Hua Bi Ke used any extra strength. They simply relied on their reflexes to dodge and weave. Although Bi Ke had many tentacles, he couldn't resist Hua Hua's bias.

Feng Lan was small in stature, and although her black and white clothes were very conspicuous in the snow, the snow kept falling and soon the fur on Feng Lan's body was covered with snowflakes. As soon as Bi Ke looked away and came back to his senses, he would lose sight of Feng Lan. The next time, she would suddenly appear from somewhere and launch a sneak attack.

After the last rays of sunlight dipped below the horizon, the moon, accompanied by a multitude of stars, galloped across the night sky, pushing aside the clouds. Tonight, the moonlight was a deep blue, and the surrounding stars twinkled with various colors, while the earth glowed with light.

Feng Lan didn't go home; she and Hua Hua Bi Ke planned to witness firsthand the awakening of those luminous plants on this magical land at night.

Having been dormant underground for an unknown period of time, these seeds finally had the right opportunity to revive on this cold night. In the continuous rain and snow, the plain, which was covered by snow, still retained a trace of warmth. The green grass had not yet died. In the wet soil, tiny glimmers of light suddenly leaked out from the cracks in the ground. Feng Lan looked at this small plain that had been deliberately cleared and left on the ground.

It is a small yellow flower.

Like a small lamp buried in the ground, it emits a faint light that travels upwards along the newly sprouted flower stem until it reaches the delicate flower bud. A snowflake falls on the bud and is illuminated by the light. The flower stem trembles under the weight, and the snow falls down, sticking to another newly sprouted bud below.

The light spots on the tender buds lit up one by one. In the howling snow, the earth gradually lit up with patches of fine light. A succulent was the first to bloom. Its wrinkled petals unfolded and quickly became fully open. The light between the petals flickered and swayed, shaking the snowflakes into star-like water droplets that fell along the veins into the flower's stamen, both bright and soft.

Fenglan stretched out its paw and gently touched a flower at its feet. The touch ignited, and the flower seemed to protest with a soft "ee-yah-yah." One by one, the points of light lit up and went out, flashing across the entire flower. Once there was no interference, it joined the other luminous plants in lighting up and going out, the rhythm gradually becoming unified. Finally, before dawn, the area became a rhythmic sea of ​​light.

The light shone from one side, as if an invisible wind was blowing, and wave after wave of light swayed from left to right. This was the beauty of the whole. When each tiny snowflake and each cool raindrop fell on the individual plant, it would splash a circle of light on the plant, and then blend into the whole plain in the blink of an eye.

Feng Lan stood on the plain, feeling as if her breath was enveloped in light, rising and falling with the plain.

"So beautiful..." Bi Ke stared for a while before speaking softly. His dark golden eyes seemed to reflect the light, and the patterns on his body shimmered in rhythm with the plains. "Lanlan, take a picture!"

In this situation, Bi Ke felt that taking a photo to commemorate the moment would be the best thing to do.

Fenglan took many photos: Bi Ke's, Hua Hua's, her own, a group photo of the three of them, and photos of the plain.