Female supporting style is wrong

The systematic cooking plan failed.

Ji Ge didn't give up yet and took advantage of Di Xi's sleeping time to enslave the poor system.

Half a month passed by, and the spirit, which had absorbed and sorted out its power and memory, came out of the room. There was a loud noise on the first floor, and the weapon spirit looked sad. When he saw Di Xi, he immediately rushed forward, "Master, you finally woke up."

"What's wrong?" Di Xi looked at Ji Ge.

Ji Ge pointed to the finished product on the dining table, "I tried to exercise its cooking ability, but it didn't work."

She changed the subject, "Is it the appointed time?"

"Yes." When it came to business, Di Xi put the matter aside for the time being, "Let's go, they should be here."

Shen Xue and Ling Xi were already waiting in the temple in front. The silver-haired boy waved to the system with a smile. The weapon spirit turned into a transparent and simple round mirror in his hand, clearly projecting the scene of Ji Ge's original plane.

"Come on." Shen Xue didn't even raise her head, and Ling Xi took a few steps back to make room for them.

The container containing the majestic luck has been handed over to Di Xi. The young man didn't say much, and all the unimaginable divine power was poured into it, and it was absorbed by the small plane through the Three Thousand Mirrors.

"It may take a little more time," Ling Xi stood next to Ji Ge and spoke softly, smiling and comforting, "You may need to wait a little longer."

"It's okay." Ji Ge didn't care much about the waiting time. She had been waiting for a long time and had developed enough patience.

The wind started blowing in the temple, and Ji Ge pressed down her long hair that was blowing to pieces, and stared ahead quietly.

The soul bead was also thrown down, and Ji Ge subconsciously took a step forward, looking intently at the Three Thousand Mirror in the psychedelic light and shadow. Occasionally, overflowing divine power would rush towards her, but at the moment before she was about to touch it, bypass.

Ling Xi was thoughtful, her eyes flickering between Ji Ge and Di Xi.

Jige didn't notice Lingxi's gaze, and the soul bead shattered. She raised her heart and saw the illusory soul figure gradually appearing.

The girl's eyes, as dark as the night, widened slightly, and she lost her breath in an instant.

The old friends who had not seen each other for many years seemed to have just woken up from a long sleep, and their expressions were a little dazed. However, soon, Ji Ge felt their eyes falling on her. They were still unable to speak, but Ji Ge could recognize them. Show their mouth shape.

——Little Junior Sister. ——Xiaojiu.

There were mist-like tears at the end of her eyes, a little bit wet, as if she finally woke up from a big dream, the confusion gradually disappeared, and those long partings seemed to no longer exist. The bells in the girl's hair hurriedly made a tinny sound.

Even fate sighs for it.

Really, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen you.

Di Xi and Shen Xue stopped their hands at the same time. Di Xi walked towards Ji Ge, "We need to take out the core of the plane from you."

Ji Ge's gaze did not shift in any way, and it was fixed on the relatives and friends he had not seen for many years, and a soft sob leaked from his throat.

"Take it."

Taking out the core of the plane is not a pleasant process.

Unbearable pain swept through Ji Ge's body, and she couldn't help but bend down and bite the wrist of the person in front of her.

The core of the plane that separated from Ji Ge's body slowly merged into the small plane, and finally disappeared.

She rushed forward, as if crying and laughing at the same time. The shackles that had imprisoned Ji Ge for so many years were released. The gods caught her and allowed the girl to be so strong that she wanted to embed someone into her body. He wiped away her tears with his long fingers. .

"Are you sad?" He lowered his head, their foreheads touching each other intimately. Shen Xue and Ling Xi left at some point, leaving only the young gods who had just grown up and the prisoners who had been imprisoned for a long time and were finally free. She raised her head blankly, and the tears stained on her long eyelashes fell from the corners of her eyes, giving off a bright luster, "A little."

"But it doesn't seem that sad anymore."

The thorns withered and the fog cleared.

He is her final return and future.

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