Start from Fulilian

Without the mission of transporting supplies and the need to conquer demons, Fulilian's life became lazy at a noticeable speed.

Sitting on the sofa wrapped in a blanket and warming by the fire all day, with ears drooping comfortably, a book in my left hand and snacks in my right hand, it’s so comfortable.

"Will she be ruined if this continues?"

Ivan wondered if the next time he met Volame, if she saw that the Furlin she had high hopes for had turned into a useless elf who couldn't even use a staff properly, would she beat him to death?

Very likely!

You know, Volame was seriously training Fulilian to fight against demons, but as soon as he took over, he turned her into a useless person who could only roast firewood. It's hard to justify.

"Flillian, why are you so lazy again? Go practice magic outside. It will take at least two hours to complete today's task."

It was just like urging elementary school students to finish their homework before going out to play. Ivan really put a lot of effort into it.

"No."

Fulilian turned sideways, completely wrapped in the blanket like a caterpillar. "Spring brings life, summer grows, autumn harvests, and winter hides. We should practice magic according to the laws of nature. Spring isn't here yet, so practicing magic outside is completely against those laws."

"In short, you just want to be lazy, right?"

"It's not really laziness, it's just a normal rest, just like ordinary humans rest through sleep."

Ivan snatched a small biscuit from her hand and crunched it. "Normal people don't read by the fire while stuffing snacks into their mouths when they sleep."

"Well……"

Fulilian was a little unhappy that her cookie was stolen and she was left with no way to refute it, but it would be too troublesome to fight, and she might not win.

In order to get revenge, she decided to eat more tonight and try to bankrupt the Ivan family.

Eh?

"Ivan, you're glowing. Are you using some new magic?"

"Hmph, you're changing the subject because you can't refute it, huh? I won't fall for it... What's going on? Why am I glowing?"

"How bright! Oh, my eyes, my eyes."

"..."

First of all, if we rule out the possibility of turning into Tiga, and there is no discomfort in the body, and rule out the possibility of attack, then there is a high probability that he has obtained some inexplicable enhancement.

Ivan quickly opened the long-gathered system to check its status. Because it had not been used for a long time, the loading page was a bit stuck.

[Ivan, human male, physical age 16 → 17]

[Occupation: Novice Magician → Veteran Magician (Space, Undead)]

[Talent: Possesses a certain degree of comedic ability. Possessing a strong comedic ability, when making many people laugh from the bottom of their hearts, one can gain the power of faith in laughter from emotional synchrony. This power of faith can strengthen one's various attributes and is also a prerequisite for becoming a god.]

[Equipment: Ordinary clothes, ordinary staff? Exquisite clothes, short and powerful staff, powerful dragon bone spear, holy sword shell]

[Combat Power Rating: Small fry? Strong]

[Short-term goal: Kill the Demon King]

[Long-term goal: To ascend to godhood]

Turtle, can you become a god just by being funny? A god of comedy? But the idea of ​​multiple people laughing heartily at the same time is still a bit restrictive.

But it doesn't matter, coherent acceleration can even surpass light! This small limitation is no problem.

Ivan also checked some things that the system did not display. Whether it was magic power or the speed of physical and brain operation, they had all been enhanced to a certain extent. He even had the illusion that he was omnipotent.

"This visible strengthening... Sbarasi~"

"...Is it really okay? I feel like the expression on your face is a little disgusting."

Facing Frillian's expressionless complaints, Ivan seemed to be struck by a flash of light and naturally learned a new magic.

No, that is not magic, but a miracle created by driving the power of faith in laughter!

The index finger, filled with the power of faith, touched the girl's brow.

"Flillian, give me a smile."

"Is there really something wrong with your brain? How could I possibly just joke and... hehe, ha, hahahaha..."

Fulilian suddenly found that her body was laughing uncontrollably, and what was even more terrifying was that the laugh was so obscene!

"You, what did you do to me...Hahahaha, hahahaha...stop laughing..."

Wrapped in a blanket, the caterpillar-like Frielian began to jump around the room, bouncing around in a very bouncy manner.

"Ahahahaha... My stomach hurts from laughing, stop it quickly..."

"It's surprisingly powerful, and there's no trace of pre- and post-casting. It's hard to defend against. If I were to use this move in battle... Sss!"

Ivan has already begun to imagine the scene of himself unleashing the miracle - the world of laughter and killing everyone in his path.

"Flillian, don't move. I'll help you get rid of it right away, uh." Ivan, who was trying to hold down the jumping Flillian, suddenly looked out the window as if he had sensed something.

Zanze was seen floating in the air with an expressionless face, observing everything that was happening before his eyes.

"Dad, what are you doing?"

Fulilian (Thousand Years of Past): Chapter 37 Fulilian Wants to Understand

"Huh, huh..."

After Ivan lifted the miracle, Fulilian felt a little short of breath because of her exaggerated laughter just now. She breathed heavily and even laughed so hard that tears came out. Her emerald green eyes were shining under her slightly trembling eyelashes.

Especially since the blanket happened to fall apart at this moment, revealing the white dress that Fulilian was wearing. One end of the loose shoulder strap had slipped off due to the intense exercise just now, revealing her snow-white and delicate shoulders.

The messy wrinkles on the fabric clearly revealed the girl's slender body and the unique fragility.

With her waist bent and legs bent, Ivan held her down with his arms. From Zanze's perspective, it was an ambiguous scene filled with an infinite pink atmosphere.

"What are you doing, Dad?"

Her eyes became increasingly cold, especially the slightly drooping corners of her eyes, which were exactly the same as Celie's.

"Why did you throw the blushing silver-haired elf girl to the ground? Why is she breathing so fast with tears in her eyes? Why is she looking at me with such a terrified expression... Can you explain it?"

If Ivan were given a knife, he could kill all the enemies on the street without blinking an eye, but when he saw Zanze's eyes that were losing their luster, Ivan's heart was in a mess.

Finally, he bit the bullet and said, "Zanze, do you believe in gravity?"

"Oh, you mean men and women are attracted to each other and end up like this?"

"No, no, no, that's not what I meant. It's not about the attraction between opposite sexes, but fate. It always turns an ordinary little fight into a misleading and entertaining scene. In short, this is a misunderstanding."

"How long are you two going to chat through the window?" Fulilian didn't understand the change in atmosphere at all. She simply felt that it was not good to let a little girl stay outside the cold window for a long time, so she wrapped herself in the blanket again and opened the window to let Zanze come in to warm herself by the fire.

"Thank you, Sister Fulilian."

"you know me?"

"Yes, my mother and Volame both told me." Zanze lifted the hem of her skirt and bowed. "Nice to meet you. My name is Zanze."

Then she told her own life story. She was the child born to Ivan and Celie in the illusion world. After taking the soul out of the illusion world, Celie used her own flesh and blood to clone and modify the appearance to create this body. This also made Frillian understand why Ivan, who was only 17 this year, had such a big daughter.

Although there is no blood relationship, the family connection is real.

"I see. Everything else is fine, but I feel like it's a bit confusing to talk about seniority."

If we count from Celia's side, Zanze is her elder, but if we count from Ivan's side, Zanze becomes her junior.

Your circle is really chaotic.

"No need to overthink it." Seeing Fulilian lost in thought, Zanze suggested, "Just go by your appearance and age. I'll still call you Sister Fulilian, just like before."

"Sister... This is the first time someone calls me that."

Fulilian was in a good mood, a faint smile on her face. She reached out and handed over the snacks next to her, "Would you like some cookies? I made them myself, they taste pretty good."

"Thank you."

Zanze took the biscuit and started eating it in small bites. He felt that the distance between the two girls was suddenly shortened a lot.

This made Ivan on the side feel a little relieved.

He would have to find a chance to put curtains on the windows later. If the same thing happened a few more times, his heart would really go on strike in protest.

"Dad, why are you standing aside? Come and sit down." Zanze's long hair moved without wind, stretching and extending, turning into several small hands that pulled Ivan over and made him sit next to him.

"How is your mother's injury?" Ivan asked, trying to find a topic.

"Because the flow of time within the ancient elven tree has been accelerated, it's almost healed now," Zanze responded. "This time, Mother specifically asked me to come here to install the teleportation array for Sister Volame and you."

Teleportation array? I finally got this!

Although Ivan himself can teleport, the distance is too short and the magicka consumption is huge. Now it would be much more convenient if there is a teleportation array.

"Once the teleportation array is installed, Celie will be able to come here easily, and then we can be reunited as a family."

"No." Zanze shook his head. "The teleportation array is still in the beta testing phase. For safety reasons, it can't teleport people. But being able to exchange letters instantly is pretty good. Mother often complains that you haven't written to her."

Complaining about not writing to her? It turns out Celie has me in her heart!!

Ivan quickly asked Zanze to install the teleportation array, while he went to the newly renovated study, took out paper and pen and started writing a letter.

This was the first time he wrote a letter outside of Chinese class, and the recipient was Celie. After a little thought, he decided to write a love letter.

Just like the highest level of writing about a rainy scene would not include the word “rain” but an elevated Maybach, the highest level of love letter would not include the word “love”.

I racked my brains and squeezed out my literary talent, thinking of many beautiful words and sentences, but in the end I chose to give up.

Ivan began to write down his recent experiences in a neat and clean handwriting, detailing some fun and interesting things. Finally, he wrote that he was very happy to see Zanze for the second time, and it would be even happier if Celie could come with him.

He paused and started writing another line.

"I miss you."

After writing and drying the ink, Ivan realized that Fulilian had come to his side at some point, and he quickly covered the letter.

Fulilian quickly explained, "Don't worry, I didn't read the contents of the letter. I was just observing you."

"What is there for me to observe? There's nothing on my face."

"You were so focused on writing that you didn't even notice me approaching. This is the first time I've seen you so absorbed, so I observed you out of curiosity."

"What about the conclusions from my observations?" Ivan asked. "You can't just conclude that I'm very focused when writing letters, right?"

"My conclusion is... Ivan, is there love between you and Celia?"

It was the first time that Fleury saw the expression on Ivan's face change from distressed to silly and sometimes very happy, and she was very concerned about it.

"What kind of conclusion is this? If I were to write a paper with a question as the conclusion, my advisor would be furious."

Ivan folded the letter in half and stuffed it into the envelope, then took out a picture he had drawn when he was bored from the drawer. It was a graffiti of Zanze's family portrait when he was a child in the illusion world, which he reproduced with his powerful memory.

"Things like feelings... who knows?"

Fulilian (Thousand Years of Past): Chapter 38: Boring, I Want to See a River of Blood

Elves are a race with almost infinite lifespan and almost no desire to reproduce. Love naturally exists because of the need to reproduce offspring.

Therefore, regarding the love praised by humans, Fulilian has never been able to understand it, and the elves in the village also didn't understand it in the past.

She also naturally thought that Celie, who was also an elf, would not understand, but the appearance of Zanze made Fulilian realize that Celie should have understood what love was.

I'm the only one left... I feel a little lonely.

"The teleportation array has been set up." Zanze came over to remind him. His fair face radiated a warm glow under the natural light, and his thin and pitiful oval face looked as delicate as a doll in a window cabinet.

But when he saw the painting in Ivan's hand, his eyes widened instantly and shone with brilliance.

"Dad, this painting is..."

"How about that imitation of your childhood graffiti? It looks very similar, right?"

"Hmm, they're very similar." A slight smile appeared on Zanze's face. "Put it on the teleportation array and inject magic power to activate it. The golden one is the mother's side, and the orange one is Volame's side. Don't make a mistake."

Ivan placed the letter and painting on the magic circle as instructed, then injected half of his magic power into it before activating it.

It seems that long-distance transmission is still quite mana-consuming.

On the other side, inside the ancient elf tree.

When Celie, who was conducting magic research, saw the teleportation array light up red, she knew that Zanze had successfully reached Ivan and set up the teleportation array.

So he put down the work in his hands, walked into the teleportation array, unfolded the letter, read it twice, put it away, and then checked the painting.