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

Chapter 312 Return, New Circle

The rest time given in this copy is relatively long, a full month.

After Feng Lan came out of the dungeon, she found that her cultivation had not been weakened. However, the Central City was not like the Tianxing Continent. She could not replenish her spiritual power. Unless she used spirit stones, her current cultivation would be reduced as she used more.

But at the same time, this copy also left a deep mark on Feng Lan, because she found that she had become accustomed to the style of the cultivators when walking, sitting and lying down.

Even when she went out to have dinner with Chu Yixuan, she stared at her for a while and suddenly said, "Lanlan, you look like an ancient person now. You sit so straight and speak in an ancient Chinese accent."

Feng Lan then realized that something was wrong. She looked down and saw that she was wearing a light yellow embroidered robe out of habit, which was somewhat similar to the uniform of the Beast Taming Sect disciples. She also subconsciously tied her hair up with a hair crown, and when she spoke, she said things like "okay", "it's okay", and "that's true".

"...I've been in the dungeon for a long time, so I need to take a break." Feng Lan held her forehead with her hand, her smile somewhat helpless. With a thought, she immediately changed into a light yellow sweatshirt and sweatpants.

Chu Yixuan was curious and poked the jumping prawns on the table. This was one of Feng Lan's specialties. "How long have you been in the dungeon, Lan Lan? The longest I've been there was only seven years. After returning to Central City, I almost forgot what my house looked like."

Feng Lan was speechless, "...Um, fifty years?"

"Huh? Fifty years?!!!"

Chu Yixuan raised her head from the clashing prawns, "Then Lanlan, you've become an old lady, haven't you?" Chu Yixuan laughed herself out loud after saying that. She carefully observed Feng Lan's appearance and tilted her head, "It seems there's no difference. Well, you're just a lot taller now. Almost twenty centimeters taller than when you were in college. You grow a little taller every time you go out. If you keep going like this, we'll almost have the most beautiful height difference when we stand next to each other!"

Feng Lan glanced at Chu Yixuan, who was only 1.6 meters tall, and nodded with a smile, "Indeed, you are not tall at all."

"Okay, you're making fun of me!"

……

After dinner, Feng Lan, feeling better, took a stroll and prepared to return to the player's cabin. However, she saw a stranger waiting at her door. The smile on her face faded, "Who are you?"

The visitor turned around. She was wearing a slim-fitting black and red combat uniform with smooth lines, showing her perfect muscle lines and body curves. She was tall, 1.83 meters, with a flashing blue lightning wrapped around her right hand, short silver hair, and an amazing aura. Only then did people notice her appearance.

She was very beautiful, reminiscent of a rose. Her eyebrows and eyes were sharp, as if she had lived on the battlefield for a long time. Standing there, she gave people the feeling of a warrior. Her pair of dark red eyes turned, and her gaze focused on Feng Lan. "Hello, I came to see the newcomer."

"You can call me Ling."

Ling took two steps and crossed the space to stand in front of Feng Lan. She smiled lightly and extended her hand. "Maybe it's a bit presumptuous, but I rarely have time. You look good and you look like you can live a long time. I hope you'll still be here when I come back next time, my little cutie."

Feng Lan held her hand. The slightly cool combat uniform, the smell of gunpowder, a very faint smell of blood that seemed to be engraved in the bones, and a bit of the coldness of ice and snow combined to form the smell of Ling.

"Is this a meeting gift?"

Feng Lan's left hand suddenly reached behind her, just enough to grasp a piece of air. The next second, a tail appeared and nimbly slipped back behind Ling. Ling smiled, "Of course." She pulled out an ice rose made of lightning from her palm, with tiny lightning bolts dancing on it. "This is it."

"See you next time."

[Ice Thunder Rose: The most domineering rose condensed from lightning, but it has the most moving flower language. It is the best wishes of the Sailes people for the sailors to return alive.]

Feng Lan turned the rose in her hand, and Ling herself had disappeared. Just as she came in a hurry, she left just as suddenly. Feng Lan turned her head and looked around, as if thinking about something.