Sanctuary Starfield Journey

136-36 Danger descends upon this city

Mo Bei stared at the drink menu for a while, then whispered in Mu Yun's ear, "Why are they all so expensive?" Luo Amaya replied, "It's normal for the scenic area's revenue." Mu Yun nodded, mimicking her tone, "Normal for the scenic area's revenue~"

After much deliberation, Mo Bei only asked for a glass of ice water, while Luo Amaya wanted a Hongniu (a type of sweet potato), and Mu Yun wanted a Hongmaodan (another type of sweet potato).

Mo Bei strolled leisurely down the street carrying an oversized glass of iced water. Mu Yun finished her rambutan in a few gulps, then turned and stared at the Hongniu in Luo Amaya's hand. Luo Amaya noticed her gaze: "No, children shouldn't drink functional beverages." She then took a deep gulp. Mu Yun, seeing this, became furious; the sky above her head turned cloudy, and she kissed him directly: "No, I want to drink it." Mo Bei paused for a few seconds, then said: "Is this right? That's interesting."

Hong Niu wouldn't last more than a few seconds in Mu Yun's hands, this "little water buffalo," before she set her sights on the ice water. Mo Bei felt a chill run down his spine.

The next second, the ice water was in Mu Yun's hand. Mo Bei felt his hand go empty, and then said, "Isn't this a bit inappropriate?" Mu Yun was pouring the ice water into the cup containing the Hongniu and Hongmaodan. "I know." Mo Bei could only stare blankly as the ice water in the cup was poured out. When Mu Yun looked up and saw him like this, she took the Hongniu from Luo Amaya's hand. By the time Mo Bei realized what she was trying to do, it was too late.

Mu Yun was mixing the "water buffalo" and "water rambutan" in the ice water, then cheerfully handed it back to Mo Bei: "Drink up." Mo Bei timidly accepted it, somewhat hesitant, but Mu Yun had already clinked glasses (Luo Amaya was pulled along to clink glasses as well), so Mo Bei could only give it a try...

It's a bit sour, and has some fruity flavor... Hmm... At least it won't kill me?

Upon seeing this, Mu Yun exclaimed happily, "We'll be best friends for life!" Luo Amaya echoed, since she could only dote on Mu Yun. Mo Bei hesitated for a moment before speaking as well.

"So the city lord is coming to pick us up this time?" Mu Yun asked with interest. "I think such a brave and warlike country must have strong people who are not afraid of death. The king must be very cool, like a strong woman~" Loamaya replied, "Compared to me?" Mu Yun leaned against her like a little bird, her voice softening considerably, "Of course, Lolo is stronger~" Loamaya's lips curled slightly.

Mo Bei was a little curious: "You've lived this long, and you don't even have a city lord..." The weather above Mu Yun's head turned into a thunderstorm, giving Mo Bei a jolt: "Don't ruin the atmosphere, okay? Besides, we're not omniscient or omnipotent. And besides, you've lived this long, how could you possibly remember everything?" Mo Bei scratched his hair, which had been curled by the shock, and said, "That's true." One really has to wonder if this protagonist's IQ is constantly fluctuating.

The three of them walked down the street. Mo Bei observed the architectural style: the buildings of Perbiji were predominantly white, sometimes adorned with touches of rosy blue, decorated with flowing clouds and blooming flowers, with rainbow-colored streams flowing below. Each house had flowers planted in front or potted small trees, fallen petals adorning the leaves, shadows fluttering, birds perched on bamboo groves, and shimmering greenery amidst the rosy clouds. Hidden streams flowed along the street, carrying the dew of Perbiji and repelling spiritual energy; with each gushing spring, the heart of Perbiji stirred.

While waiting for the city lord, they went to the must-see spot, where Su Luoxin and Shen Hua were already painting.

Unveiling the dreamlike curtain adorned with rosy clouds, one finds a secluded flower pavilion: within its courtyard stands a wondrous tree, its branches adorned with vibrant red leaves. As the poem above describes, the tree's form is no different from any other. The flowers, shimmering with iridescent hues, exude a hazy charm, whispering in the breeze, whispering softly in one's ear; the petals, overflowing from the vast ocean, wipe away the dust and clamor, each drop a jewel, crystallizing and sparkling in the eye; the pavilion, distinct from other buildings, offers a sense of awe, solace, a place of abundance, and a rich, lingering fragrance. Whether it be emerald stones, rosy butterflies, or soft light, they weave a tapestry of light for the visitor, overflowing with the colors of the Jade Princess. Side inscription: Jade Princess Pavilion

Su Luoxin brushed past the stone slab inscribed with "Biji Pavilion" and carefully made her way to the pavilion along the stone path. Shen Hua followed her footsteps.

Mo Bei sat in the pavilion: "If you ask me, the wasteland style is the way to go." As you can imagine, even after being tapped on the head by Mu Yun, she couldn't stop thinking about Mo Bei while eating fruit. She really... I'm so sad.

As Mo Bei admired the sea of ​​flowers, a gentle breeze swept by, creating swirling eddies of petals and leaves that carried the boundless fragrance of the blossoms within. In the eye of the storm, a figure emerged from the layers of flowers and leaves, followed by the scattering of the gathered petals and leaves, revealing a woman.

Mu Yun put down the fruit and tugged at Luo Amaya's sleeve, saying, "Sister, you're so beautiful." Mo Bei was startled. Su Luoxin put down the scroll and her paintbrush and, together with Shen Hua, looked towards the woman.

The woman spoke slowly, her speech flat and monotone, even her blinks were a beat slower: "I presume you are the crew of the Destroyer. I am Hua Yuji, the city lord of Perbiji."

Mo Bei leaned towards Mu Yun and whispered, "Why do you seem a little dazed? A real bot?" Mu Yun nudged him, "What do you mean, Lord City Lord?"

With a wave of her hand, Flower Language Princess gathered flower petals around them, and the scene before them changed. Flower Language Princess led them to Jade Princess's Private Flower Tower, a place identical to the Crown of Myriad Universes.

The Private Flower Tower, the Private Flower Tower, the most enchanting of the private flowers, the most precious of the private flowers, the crown jewel of the private flowers. Bathed in the heavenly light, amidst the myriad abysses chasing the crimson heat, "beholding the golden waves of the gods." Drifting, the freshness of the air of Perpiji; scattered, the petals flowing like spring dew; sheltering, the mottled particles within the microcosm. The Flower-Weaving Tower, woven from the remaining folds of light; the Flower-Spotted Tower, adorned with the spots that adorn the branches year after year; the Fallen Flower Tower, where the five vibrant sounds fall. These three towers, all bearing the name of a flower, together form the Private Flower Tower, concealing the five flavors of gold, radiating glory, condensing the jade dew, the meaning of a painting, now seen by Perpiji, is a beauty unparalleled in the cosmos.

Listening to Hua Yuji's calm recitation, Mo Bei muttered under his breath, "Still a bot. The author is showing off again, with such limited skills, yet he keeps flaunting it." He was instantly mesmerized by the view outside the window, his face pressed against it. Mu Yun nudged Mo Bei, who suddenly leaned in, with her elbow. The reflection in the window showed Su Luoxin and Shen Hua painting.

A muffled thud struck my face through the window, the tower shuddered violently, and fragments of leaves and petals rained down from the windowsill. The view outside trembled; the explosion originated from the deepest part of the tower, causing the entire tower to shake and crumble, countless petals and flowers tumbling down its sides.

Su Luoxin's painting swept across the surroundings, the scene imprinted on the scroll. Shen Hua conjured a water blade in his palm, Luo Amaya protected Mu Yun who was still admiring the scenery, and the Destruction Spear appeared in his left hand. Only Mo Bei, who had just regained his footing, was alone, still clutching the half-cup of ice water mixture he couldn't bear to throw away. Mu Yun was annoyed: "Such a beautiful view... the people from the Destroyer are still here... aren't they all afraid of us?!" The little sun instantly switched to a thunderstorm, and a powerful force burst forth from Mu Yun's body, enveloping the Private Flower Tower. Everything within the Private Flower Tower was sealed off, except for Mo Bei, who had not yet formed a blood pact with the Destroyer—this was Mu Yun's Spirit Skill 1: Fixed Place - No Escapee

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