"Shui'er, get up and have breakfast~"

A faint voice came from a distant place, and at this time, Feng Ling was discussing with the player system about the magnificent Rubik's Cube in space.

Feng Ling had seen Bu Zhi use the teleportation array several times, and this similar pattern also appeared when the Heavenly Punishment of Enlightenment was condensed, and as a celestial favored person of the Thunder System, although she didn't remember its complete pattern, there was a familiar impression in the dark.

And on the Rubik's Cube in front of him, which is called the 'Obsolete Shell of the Main System Dad' by the 018 system, as well as on the huge gears hidden in the dark, those purple fluorescent lines, Feng Ling is sure that they belong to his own heavenly patterns.

The shell of the system from the Time Management Bureau, the origin of the world that can only be controlled by the consciousness of the Xuanmeng, and the formation patterns that belong to the cloth, and the memories that carry their own.

No matter how you look at it, this combination is very inconsistent.

"Shui'er~ Get up!"

The voice was a little clearer, with a bit of amusement and doting.

"Oops, what time is it?" Feng Ling's expression stiffened, and he pinched Xiao Tuanzi's stomach.

"08:21" White bubbles immediately pop on the panda's head.

Feng Ling pursed his lips and looked at the slowly rotating Rubik's Cube, this is a special space, which may be similar to the cage, which can block the rules of the Xuanmeng World.

This Rubik's Cube has been transformed into a memory container that belongs to her, but under the rules of the Xuanmeng World, it is very likely that as soon as she leaves this place, the memories she gets will dissipate like a dream, just like the memory of going to the Black Lake, and the obsession of coming to the end of Huaguo City to explore will be 'corrected'."

The data storage of the 018 player system is also obviously affected.

Shui Qing knocked on the door, opened the door and saw a round bulge on the bed, Feng Ling seemed to have turned himself into a ball and hid it in the quilt, Shui Qing walked over and patted the bulge, "I said that I was a little adult, and I want my mother to call you to eat~"

The bulge moved, and a pair of black eyes opened as the quilt was lifted.

Shui Qing looked at Feng Ling's water-blue eyes that were still water-blue when he slept last night, and his eyes turned black today, and then he seemed to remember something, and his expression became serious, "Shui'er, quietly tell your mother, do you believe in God?"

Feng Ling had a splitting headache at the moment, feeling that something had been forcibly taken out of his head, like a nightmare, he suddenly woke up just now, and the whole person was groggy, and he didn't even find that the disguised beast soul was broken, and now he saw his own reflection in Shui Qing's eyes, which was simply a capital overturn.

The hand under the Fengling quilt clenched tightly because of the pain, but she made herself appear calm, and her voice even brought a little affectionate smile as usual, and she learned Shui Qing's upturned tone and said, "No, it's a little magic~"

Feng Ling raised his hand to symbolically cover his eyes, and then opened them in surprise, as if he had changed back to those aqua blue eyes.

Shui Qing was very surprised, Shui Er actually turned magic, so he praised Feng Ling several times.

Shui Che had already gone to work, had breakfast with Shui Qing, and Feng Ling washed the dishes before he began to check what was going on with him.

Having a nightmare causing headaches? Feng Ling didn't believe it.

Her head still ached, and the panic of losing something important had been coiling around her heart.

Then when Feng Ling checked himself, he found that the spirit was injured, and the wound was strange, like writing with some blunt object.

It took a lot of strong wind to distinguish that it was seven words: the memory of the end of Huaguo City

The wind in October brought a comfortable coolness, Luo Jin followed the traction to Feng Ling's side, and saw that she was packing her things, there was a man and a woman standing next to her, the woman looked soft and weak, a pair of blue eyes like a clear spring water, watery, she was stuffing a bunch of food and clothes into Feng Ling's space container.

The man was putting an egg, the size of a palm, with a white shell and a few black spots scattered around it, into a metal box, and the box automatically closed when the egg was put in, making a 'dropping' sound, and a small progress bar rolled in the groove above the box.

The metal box isolated the egg, but it fell

Jin's perception still captures the affinity of the life inside the egg, which is the turbidity qi in response to him, the heavenly dao born from the turbidity.

"How can there be turbidity in the spiritual gate?" Luo Jin couldn't help muttering, but it didn't feel like a big disaster was coming, after all, when the sky fell, the tall man was the first to top.

Seeing that Feng Ling and the two humans were reluctant to leave, there were a lot of things to say that seemed to be poor in words, Luo Jin didn't understand it very well, his ability was running, and in his vision, there was a red line connecting the three of them.

Luo Jin feels that his red line is not so much the embodiment of love between two lives as - bond.

Looking at the scene of men and women sending things to the wind and refusing, Luo Jin sat on the small table on the side, and took a grape to eat.

Life is like a glass of tasteless water, and it is precisely because of the encounter between people that a story of sadness or joy has been created, and it has begun to become colorful and colorful.

But if you want to create bonds with others, you have to bear the risk of tears.

Although he was reluctant to let Feng Ling leave, he took the ship to Linggu Island on the gray ***, Feng Ling found that it was still the one from a year ago, and even the crew had not changed, but compared with before, the big ship had more 'traces of glory', and those crew members had obviously darkened and become more stable.

The memories of the cultivators are not bad, when Feng Ling thought of them, there were also a few crew members who killed the sea spirit beast group with Feng Ling at close range recognized her, after all, Feng Ling was such a small person at the beginning, and the little guy who had not yet reached their chest actually shot many spirit beasts with a mediocre longbow, killing the enemy quickly, calmly, and with a pair of rare black eyes, so that he was impressed.

Some of the crew members greeted them with a smile, Feng Ling replied a few friendly words one by one, and then she found that she had grown taller, if she could only reach their chests before, then now standing together is almost up to the shoulders of the crew.

The days at sea are very boring for Luo Jin, Feng Ling can also participate in the defense activities of the sea spirit beast, and he can also listen to the people on the boat tell interesting stories or rumors, the little phoenix is a partner who can chat with Luo Jin, but recently the little phoenix has become more and more sleepy, and he is not interested in chatting and playing with Luo Jin, so that Luo Jin is bored.

As he was playing with the water, he noticed a huge eye looking at him underwater, the creature under the water with its head tilted like a stone, looking silly, and a small shark around the monster that didn't look very shrewd.

Luo Jin propped his chin and pulled their information out of memory.

Two fish that Feng Ling put into the sea when he got on the boat.

a nearly seven-level dun's fish, a 40-meter-long dun's fish;

and a sixth-level long, mediocre, but a dunkle's sycophant and a fart fish, called a small shark.