The male protagonist of Kuaishuang is here again to ask for his name

Chapter 890 The Falling Flower Season Meets You Again 03
After Yu Lianhua woke up, she found that the surrounding area was much quieter, the air was much fresher, and even the aura of heaven and earth was much stronger. The little monsters in the lotus pond rejoiced and chirped excitedly all day long.

But Yulianhua just started to practice quietly.

When the man stretched out his hand earlier, she was frightened.

It's not a good feeling to have your own destiny controlled by others.

She wants to cultivate immortality, change form, become powerful, so that she will no longer be hurt.

Yan Ruyu rolled her eyes and complained——

The busy deity ran to a lotus pond in the mortal world, what kind of art was he selling?
Also, it turns out that the time Tianwai picked up Sendai was not the first time she and Xuanguang met?
What kind of brain was she in the past, that she had seen Xuan Guang but didn't remember it?

Yu Lianhua devotes herself to cultivation, unlike other spirits who always stare at Xuan Guang when they have nothing to do.

After Xuanguang couldn't bear to throw out a few little monsters who dared to approach him, the rest finally became honest, but still guessing from time to time—who is he?

Xuan Guang lived by the pool. Sometimes he played the piano, sometimes painted, sometimes played chess with his left and right hands. He never thought the days were boring.

He didn't dislike it, but Yan Ruyu wished she had a remote control in her hand and could press the fast forward button.

She didn't want to get along with Xuan Guang like this.

This way of getting along made her gradually think that Xuan Guang came for her.

He plays the piano and paints here, which is not a leisurely pastime.

Whether it's his piano sound or his paintings, they are all used to gather the aura of heaven and earth.

Near the lotus pond, he set up a large spirit-gathering formation. This mountain has already been transformed into a geomantic treasure by him, and has become a real fairy mountain.

In just over ten years, countless immortal cultivators who had a glimpse of the way of longevity came to visit, and some of them took a fancy to the aura here and wanted to establish a cave here.

These people were all rejected by Xuanguang either tactfully or forcefully.

Under such unique conditions, Little Lotus' cultivation is still painfully slow...

Some of the spirits of her contemporaries had transformed into shapes and went down the mountain to practice, but she was still a lotus flower that seemed real and fake.

One day, Yan Ruyu saw Xuan Guang standing in front of the lotus pond for a long time, his expression was deep, and he managed to hide all the thoughts in his heart.

After meditating that night, Xuan Guang moved her out of the lotus pond.

He specially opened up a spiritual pond for this black lotus, just after he moved it in, Yan Ruyu felt comfortable all over, and the petals and leaves of the little lotus also became much more energetic, stretched vigorously by a gust of wind Come.

Yan Ruyu raised her eyes at this moment, just in time to see a rare smile appearing on Xuan Guang's face...

It's just that the smile was too faint and disappeared too quickly, making her suspect that she was just hallucinating.

Not to mention when he was reincarnated as a human being, Xuan Guang, who is a god, seems to have no emotions, how could he laugh?

Yan Ruyu had no choice but to relive the boringness of cultivation in her previous life, and gradually took pleasure in bitterness, seeing Xuan Guang as a busker to pass her boring time.

Thinking of this made her feel much happier.

The seal around the lotus pond was strengthened, and Yan Ruyu Xuanguang seemed to be in a hurry.

Because he has increased the intake of spiritual energy.

He didn't take care of the other vegetation in and around the lotus pond, he just persistently poured the concentrated aura into the spiritual pond prepared for Yan Ruyu.

Time flies, and a century flies by. This night, the city ushered in a heavy rain that is rare in a century.

The rain poured down and the wind continued. Many houses in the city collapsed, and the people rushed to fight for land. Lianchi was also affected.

The other lotus flowers in the pond were blown to one side or another by the strong wind, and the stems of new plants and trees were broken off by a gust of wind.

Decades of practice, once disillusioned.

(End of this chapter)