The lotus lantern floated quietly towards the young man's remaining spiritual light ball, and landed below the light ball.
The originally blooming petals slowly closed up, wrapping the spiritual light ball.
The stationary spiritual light ball shrank suddenly at this moment, but it still did not escape the shackles of the lotus lantern, and was completely wrapped into the heart of the flower.
The blooming lotus has completely transformed into a budding flower, with ice-like petals like an exquisite work of art.
The flower bones floated quietly.
After a while, a subtle trembling came.
The flower bones trembled for a moment, and finally, a petal opened quietly.
A flash of light suddenly appeared in this virtual world, and the pure color seemed to see the origin of the world.
As the brilliance dimmed, the petals opened one by one.
At the moment when the brilliance disappeared, the last petal opened, and a blooming lotus appeared in place.
It's just that there is no light blue ball of flames and spiritual power in the heart of the lotus.
Instead, there is a blue flower seed with the mark of the flame engraved on it.
The lotus stopped trembling the moment it fully opened.
Drops of blue water dropped from the petals and slowly gathered on the flower seeds.
The flower seeds quietly absorbed these water drops, gradually become full.
The petals that lost their vitality lost their delicate color, slowly turned gray, withered from the flower base, fell into the dry spiritual sea, and disappeared.
The petals withered one by one, but the chill in the blue lotus seat became more and more profound, until all the petals lost their vitality.
The chill in the lotus seat reached its peak at this moment, and then dissipated the next moment, turning into nothingness and flames, drifting away.
In this world.
The flame inscriptions engraved on the plump flower seeds became increasingly clear.
Without any guidance, he slowly flew towards the big hand.
It wasn't until it completely landed on the big hand that the big hand suddenly closed, and an invisible wave appeared in the space.
The big hand swayed twice in the spreading ripples and disappeared instantly, and the flower seed disappeared with him.
This space completely lost all vitality and collapsed inch by inch.
In the prison, in front of Xia Lanxin, Ruyu's fingers slowly moved away from his eyebrows, and a blue seed suddenly appeared between the fingers and Xia Lanxin's eyebrows.
Under the illumination of the light, the blue seeds flashed with a stream of light, like a glamorous sapphire.
The flame inscription on it suddenly disappeared at this moment, but the scorching temperature did not disappear from the air.
The seeds slowly fell into Ji Changli's palm.
Ji Changli took out a handkerchief, wiped his fingers slowly, and then left the prison without looking back.
Behind her, Xia Lanxin's head was completely lowered, and her curled up figure showed indescribable stiffness.
When the interrogators came the next day, her body was completely cold and her muscles were completely frozen.
The interrogators were unable to straighten her body.
It was not until three days later that Xia Lanxin's body slowly softened, but at the moment of softening, in just a few quarters of an hour, the body began to emit a sour smell of decay.
The interrogators were secretly surprised, but considering the taboos in the palace, they did not make any noise.
With Xia Lanxin's death, this matter was hastily brought to an end.
Except for a few insignificant pawns being pushed out to take the blame, there was no other follow-up.
After this incident, the forces in the palace were purged again, and quietly put on a new look in an unknown dark place.
There was a rumble of wind in the palace for a while, and the sound of the night wind blew through the rotten branches, bringing tiny echoes that could make people shudder.
In a ward in another world, a pretty girl woke up slowly.
She looked at her family members who were crying with joy by the bedside, and said in a daze, "I seem to have had a dream."
In a more distant world, in an extremely modern room, a nutrition cabin issued a harsh warning, "The mental power disappears.
The mental power disappears.
The host dies.
The host dies."
A few days later, several friends who were handling the young man's funeral looked at the young man's calm face and felt very guilty.
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They proposed to play this strategy game just to improve his emotional intelligence.
How could such a thing happen?
This game has been developed for many years.
Many players have completely cleared it and it has completely lost its playability.
Only a few extremely loyal players will collect this game in their game warehouse.
It is precisely because they know the game is not dangerous that they propose to play it.
Unexpectedly, just once, something unexpected happened.
The mental power is gone Either he died completely, or he was lost in another time and space, and the possibility of coming back again was extremely slim.
How can they not feel guilty?
Fortunately he is an orphan, otherwise what would his parents do.
At this moment, a huge sense of guilt hit the minds of several people.
They also began to grow from this moment, fading away from the indolence of their youth and slowly developing towards maturity.
Issues regarding the security of strategy games have come to the fore.
After this incident, all strategy games will need to undergo more stringent inspections before they can be put into operation.
However, even if there are no problems detected, the number of people choosing to play such games will be greatly reduced.
As for the ancient strategy game that caused the problem, no one has been able to play it since the day the young man’s spiritual power disappeared.
Unbeknownst to them, the illusory game space had slowly been perfected, transforming from an illusory space into a real world.
In this world, Ji Changli stood quietly in front of Tai Chi Hall, looking at the slowly rising sun, and showed a light smile.
At this moment, the scorching breath slowly emanated from the sun, and traces of heat dispersed in the air, penetrated into the soil, and dived into the water, bringing new life to all things.
The flowers are more delicate, the grass is more tenacious, the birds are more lively, and everything in the world is smiling at this moment.
It's as if the whole world has been lifted open, heading towards a more real future.
In a beautiful mountain city, a young man woke up from his dream and walked to the window refreshed.
He looked at the blooming peonies outside the window with an even more surprised expression.
He took out his paintbrush and with one swipe, a painting that was handed down from generation to generation came out.
There is a feeling of heaven and earth, and a trace of spiritual breath penetrates into the painting, and the peonies on the painting suddenly become more aura.
Many years later, the painter known as the master of painting passed away suddenly, and the painting fell into the hands of different people, and finally fell into the hands of a scholar.
The scholar loved painting so much that he often said, "It would be great if the flowers in the painting turned into peonies and fairies to meet me."
One day, the scroll was lost, and the scholar was very anxious.
However, he found a beautiful woman wearing a peony on her hair outside his thatched cottage.
She looked at him with loving eyes, as if she was looking at her long-awaited lover.
And now, in Ji Changli's palace, a light blue flower seed was buried in a simple flowerpot.
The flower seeds were dormant quietly in the soil, looking at the barren soil around them, moving left and right in disgust, but in the end they did not have the courage to leave the flowerpot
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