Icy snowflakes suddenly appeared. The familiar aura made Jing Yuan narrow his eyes slightly.
"Yes, Jing Yuan."
A cold and dim beautiful figure slowly walked over.
"Do not hinder us. The revival of the Ambrosial Arbor is an omen, signaling that the Luofu has sailed to the moment of Path choice."
"Reignbow Arbiter, the Ancestor of Plague and Longevity, the Ancestor of Extinction and Ashes…"
"This is a chess game between gods. If you do not stand on the winning side, you are the loser."
"And this time, we must put Abundance to death."
The mission ended, and the plot stopped here.
"Where's Old Yang? Hurry and call Old Yang to open a black hole!"
[Welt: I told you people with that face aren't anything good, right? Hey, still don't believe it?]
[That posture, it looks so much like… Otto…]
[Luocha: General Jing Yuan, I am not lying.]
[Why did Luocha have to raise that B hand? As a cook, everyone has PTSD now.]
[The old captain ascended on the spot.]
After discussing the plot with the livestream viewers for a while, Ah Xian glanced at the time in the bottom right corner of her computer and announced she was going offline.
"Tomorrow the Aurum Alley event starts. Based on the previous operations in Belobog, there should be some fun?"
"So, see you tomorrow, family. Next is my private lovey-dovey time with Leon."
[???]
The livestream screen disappeared into darkness, leaving only countless question mark bullet comments floating by.
Real lovey-dovey is impossible, but she would draw doujinshi of herself and Leon…
In a sense, it didn't seem wrong either.
...
Luofu - Exalting Sanctum.
Synwood Pavilion.
Leon was leisurely leaning back in his seat, watching a unique artistic performance from the Luofu.
Butterfly Illusion Realm — an alternative form of cinematic expression.
It was presented through illusory plays and possessed rich cultural connotations and historical background on the Luofu.
The current illusory play was titled [The Last Night on the Luofu].
It had quite the reputation and was one of the top ten works on the Luofu in the past millennium, ranking third.
Unfortunately, it received critical acclaim but not commercial success.
In the huge illusory theater with hundreds of seats, eighty percent were empty.
However, this was normal. After all, it was an older work. Only foreigners or some local young people came because of its fame.
"Leon, what a coincidence! I didn't expect to run into you here!"
A familiar voice came from the side.
Stelle sat down next to Leon with a face full of surprise. She put away the seat divider, almost pressing tightly against him.
This was not enough. Her little hand unceremoniously grabbed Leon's arm and pulled it into her embrace.
His arm sank into warm, soft, and fragrant fullness.
If it were someone else, they might feel their mind sway, marveling at the Creator's extraordinary workmanship.
However, Leon only glanced at her once, his expression showing almost no fluctuation.
"It is quite the coincidence. Why the sudden interest in watching an illusory play?"
"I was wandering around, heard passersby praising this illusory play endlessly, so I came to experience it."
"…It's starting."
A panoramic narrative voice sounded in the illusory theater.
'—Sometimes I feel that life is one-third disappointment, one-third panic, one-third helplessness, plus half a portion of suffering and half a portion of love.'
'—So if you were given another chance, would you want to live again?'
'—Of course.'
The illusory play lasted two hours.
The story was not complicated.
The protagonist, Haiyuan, was a Luofu merchant who had lived for one thousand one hundred years and was about to fall into mara.
Now he could barely think properly about anything and could only endure the erosion of the plague of longevity.
On the eve of heading to the Ten-Lords Commission to accept his fate, Haiyuan had a very long dream.
He dreamed of every person who had appeared in his thousand-year life, waiting for him on a vast wasteland.
In the long dream, Haiyuan discussed life, philosophy, religion, and art with the people in his memories.
Those unfulfilled expectations, regrets that could never be compensated in eternity, the despair of giving everything yet being unable to change anything…
Numerous vicissitudes and complex stories were presented in just two short hours, with no boring parts throughout.
At the end of the story, Haiyuan reached reconciliation with himself. He woke up at dawn, smiled, and walked into the Ten-Lords Commission.
Leon's eyes were half-closed. He remained silent for a moment.
"I understand now why this illusory play, despite being one of the top ten in a millennium, receives acclaim but not popularity upon re-screening."
"Why?"
"Rather than experiencing an extremely realistic long dream in the illusory play, the people of the Luofu prefer to realize their own dreams in the illusory play instead of witnessing the regrets of life and reaching reconciliation with themselves."
"Leon, what about you? Have you reconciled with your past?"
"Life is always accompanied by regrets. Not everyone can reconcile with the past, even if you think you can."
Leon's voice was distant and profound.
"But in reality, a life without regrets is an incomplete life. Even if almost no one is willing to leave regrets in their own life, would you be willing?"
"No!"
Stelle shook her head like a rattle drum, then spoke with a serious face full of sincerity.
"Leon, I have something to say to you!"
"Hmm?"
Stelle's tone was soft and full of affection.
"After taking a trip through your past, I deeply realized my own feelings…"
"I have fallen deeply in love with you. Please marry me, and then give birth to a litter of children!! Otherwise, I will be left with regrets!"
As she spoke, Stelle took action. She directly straddled Leon's lap sideways, reached out with both arms, and wrapped them around his neck.
Leon's eyes wavered for a moment, and he actually closed his eyes.
Under the dim lighting, the two faces gradually drew closer.
Leon seemed to have the intention of letting Stelle do as she pleased.
Just as their lips were about to touch, Stelle suddenly felt the world spin.
When she could see clearly again, she found herself lying face-down on Leon's lap.
Slap—
The round, elastic, and bouncy buttocks cooperated with the palm, producing an inexplicable melody.
"Mmm~…"
"That's enough, Fool. Don't push your luck."
Leon had a thought, and a gust of wind lifted the person lying on his lap and casually tossed her onto the adjacent seat.
Seeing the red-skirted girl who revealed her true appearance rubbing her buttocks and looking at him with a pitiful, aggrieved expression, he remained unmoved.
"Hey! When did you see through it?"
"Weren't you the one who deliberately let me see through it? Of all the Masked Fools I've met, none had acting as exaggerated as yours."
"Hmph, heartless Sigma man!"
Sparkle pouted in quite some displeasure.
"You don't even want the fun delivered to your door. What exactly do you want?"
Leon glanced at her, the corner of his mouth hooking up.
"Aha just told me that the moment you kissed me, you would turn into a man."
"I wonder if you would turn into General Jing Yuan, Dan Heng, or Welt to prank me. It's really hard to guess."
Sparkle tilted her head, her face full of question marks.
The God of Elation actually exposed her?
This was really—
Way too much fun!
Though she only believed half of Leon's words.
"So that means, if I don't think about turning into a man, you would let me kiss you?"
Leon smiled: "No."
Sparkle's smile froze.
"After all, Lady Sparkle is a peerlessly rare beautiful girl. You really don't feel moved at all?"
"Getting moved by an actor in a play? I don't do exhibitionism, thank you."
...
Zagu~ Zagu~