Gensokyo, MC template, experience of picking up flowers at the beginning

But in this case, it would feel like playing a collection and development game with cheats.

Suddenly, Bai An remembered something and his eyes lit up.

"Xiao Hei, you go ahead and do your work. I thought of someone who might be able to help."

Just as Bai An entered the gap and it was about to close, a small hand grabbed the corner of his clothes.

"Master, wait a moment"

"What's wrong?"

Bai An was puzzled, and the moment he turned his head, soft lips were pressed against his lips. It felt wet and sweet for a while. Only then did Mo Xiaohei leave his lips and lick the corner of his lips with the tip of his tongue.

"never mind."

Mo Xiaohei's delicate little face was filled with joy, and it could be seen that she was in a very good mood at the moment.

Bai An came back to his senses and rolled his eyes. He walked out of the gap, pinched Xiao Hei's face, and pulled it apart hard.

"You are playing with fire. Aren't you afraid of getting burned?"

"Hei can put out fires."

Mo Xiaohei blinked his pure purple eyes, as if he was talking about a normal topic, without any awkwardness at all.

However, the next moment, the little brain was hit hard again.

...

Scarlet Devil Mansion Basement Room——

The little devil whose books were successfully stolen by Hei Bai was struggling to copy the lost books.

At this moment, a gap quietly opened up and a figure walked in.

Sensing the movement, the little devil subconsciously thought it was the black and white guy again, and immediately stood up and roared.

"Stop! You've been surrounded! Surrender now, or don't blame me for being rude and tying you up and beating you hard..."

The little devil's tone was vicious, containing resentment and anger for forcing him to copy books.

But when I turned around, I saw another face.

"Master Bai...?"

Looking at the person in front of him, the little devil's face was full of tragedy, and the small skeleton wings behind him drooped down with a flap.

"Master Bai...Master Bai, why are you here...?"

The little devil wanted to cry but had no tears. Why was she so unlucky?

"I'm here to talk to your master, but are you serious about what you just said?"

Bai An asked calmly, but it was this calmness that made the little devil even more frightened.

"No, absolutely not, I'm kidding."

The little devil's head is almost shaking into a Hot Wheels with his desire to survive overflowing.

"Oh, really? It was just a joke."

Bai An showed regret and breathed a sigh of relief, but spoke again the next second.

"Little devil, can you make me a cup of coffee?"

"it is good."

The little devil remembered that the other party obviously didn't like drinking coffee, but she didn't have time to think about it now, so she simply made a cup of coffee and handed it to Bai An.

Bai An sat on the chair, picked up the cup and took a sip. The taste was the pure aroma of coffee, and he praised it with appreciation.

"tasty."

The little devil couldn't help but feel a little proud when she heard that. As far as a single round of coffee was concerned, hers was no worse than Sakuya's.

She thought that the matter was finally over, but at this moment, Bai An's mouth curled up and he suddenly spoke.

"Unfortunately, I don't drink coffee."

Chapter 70: Thirty million years? They are the same generation as Zi Ma!

"What are you doing?"

Looking at the little devil who was dressed coolly and tied to a pillar, Patchouli's eyes jumped.

"Uuuuuuu——!"

With his mouth stuffed full of pink cloth, the little devil could only let out a few mournful cries and kicked his legs around.

Seeing this, Patchouli couldn't help but twitching the corners of her mouth, but she still walked forward to untie the rope.

Just when the little devil thought that hope had arrived and was filled with joy, suddenly a frightening voice came from not far away.

"M'Q, stop what you are doing."

"I told you, don't call me MuQ!"

Patchouli turned around angrily, and as soon as she heard the offending voice she knew who was coming.

What's more, this guy is the only one who calls himself MuQ.

"Sorry Mq, I get it Mq."

Bai An glanced at Patchouli, then shifted his gaze to the little devil. He tightened the loose rope again and considerately patted the dust off her shoulders.

"The little devil is doing a great cause dedicated to art. If you untie it, all her efforts will be wasted."

Bai An looked serious, his face wasn't red and his heart wasn't beating fast.

After hearing what he said, the little devil's heart was broken into pieces.

Great cause, what the hell? Didn’t he tie himself up here just to avenge those words?

The little devil widened his eyes and tried to accuse Bai An of what he had done, but it was of no use. Patchouli just glanced at Bai An subtly, then looked at the little devil tied to the pillar, and finally said nothing.

"I came here to ask you a favor."

Bai An took out the mandrake and placed it on the table.

"This is an item I recently acquired. I heard from Youxiang that it seems to be a magical product. Can you try to help me produce a large amount of it?"

“Is this a mandrake?”

"you know!"

Seeing that Patchouli knew this thing, Bai An's eyes lit up, and then he said:

"Can you replicate this mandrake and mass-produce it?"

"it should be OK."

Patchouli nodded. Even though she had never tried it, with her understanding of magic and the records in the books, it should not be difficult to analyze the core of the mandrake.

Seeing that the problem of only one piece of mandrake could be solved, Bai An couldn't help but feel happy.

He likes to have several copies of things. If there is only one copy, he always feels uneasy.

Patchouli picked up the mandrake, observed it for a moment, then walked to the bookshelf at the edge and flipped through the corresponding books.

Bai An didn't bother him and sat in a chair, drinking coffee leisurely.

If it takes a long time, Patchouli will inform you in advance.

This is how they did it before, Patchouli doing research while Bai An played games and waited on the side, the only difference was that this time there was a little devil tied to a pillar.

After about five minutes, Patchouli closed the book and slowly walked back to the table.

"How about it?"

"Yes, it's not difficult."

Patchouli nodded affirmatively, and then several magic circles unfolded, covering the mandrake.

After a colorful magic circle, the mandrake on the table not only split into two, but also had a few more seeds.

"I changed the nature of the bottom layer. While the original effect remains unchanged, it is now more plant-oriented and can be used for planting."

"Thanks, Q. I knew you could do it."

"I told you, don't call me MuQ."

Patchouli slammed the table, and her snow-white eyes trembled due to the huge movement.

"If I don't call you that, what else can I call you?"

Bai An held his chin up in thought, while Patchouli suppressed her anger:

"It's up to you. Anyone except MuQ is fine. Patchouli or Chooli will do."

Hearing this, Bai An pretended to think seriously for a while before slowly uttering three words.

"I reject."

"Pfft-"

Patchouli almost failed, and a cross appeared on her forehead. Just when she was about to use magic to beat up the bastard in front of her, she heard his voice again.

"Because calling her MuQ is more intimate, and MuQ sounds so cute."

Bai An blinked and smiled brightly.

"Mm, MmQ what are you talking about!?"

Patchouli was so angry that she started to talk nonsense. She pointed her finger at Bai An but didn't say a complete sentence.

"By the way, I have something to give you, I almost forgot."

Bai An knew the right balance, changed the subject and took out a few transparent jars and placed them on the table.

"what is this?"

Patchouli took a deep breath and focused her attention on the jar.

"I've been out to play in other worlds recently. This is a souvenir I brought for you. It contains the evil spirits from that world."

"Evil spirit?"

Patchouli looked at the black mist in the jar and asked in confusion.

"Well, it contains the resentment and souls left behind by the creatures of that world after their death. See if you can figure out anything from it."

"Isn't there a hell over there, or the six realms of reincarnation?"

Patchouli suddenly asked, the resentment of this vengeful spirit has grown to three times that of a normal vengeful spirit. Normally, the ghost catcher would never allow such a thing to happen.

“I don’t think so…”

Bai An was not sure either, and he hadn't paid special attention to this aspect, but he suddenly thought of something and immediately denied his previous statement.

"Yes, although the underworld is not clear, the six realms of reincarnation do exist."

Bai An recalled that after these souls died, they would not disappear directly, but would turn into pure soul energy and flow into the same place.

"Since there are six realms of reincarnation, but there is no underworld or ghost messenger, it is obviously not in line with common sense."

Patchouli speculated seriously, "The only explanation is that there is no underworld over there, or it has suffered some kind of severe damage, making it unable to manage."

“It feels like that makes sense.”

Bai An touched his chin, looking as if to say, "I agree with you." Patchouli's mouth twitched:

"You really don't understand, or are you pretending not to understand? There is no God in this world, and hell is not empty. If you go there now and sort everything out, you will become the ruler of the underworld, or even the controller of the six realms of reincarnation."

"Eh? Is that so..."

Bai An was stunned. He had not expected so many twists and turns.

Patchouli took the opportunity to add: "And don't forget that maintaining the operation of the world is like a girl mending the sky, and you can gain huge merits."

"Eh? Then can I become a saint?"

"Hmm... I don't know, but in theory it's possible."

Patchouli answered uncertainly. After all, to her, those were just myths and there was no actual record of them so far.

"If I try, how long will it take me to become a saint?"

Bai An asked tentatively, but saw Patchouli shaking her head.