Chapter 665: The Bewildered Qingque

She threaded her finger through the ash‑gray long hair and looped it at the tips.

The face, which looks almost identical to the Black Tower, is now scrunched up, her brows about to twist together.

She only wanted the Order Star God's illusion to appear and hold the place!

Who knew Taiyi's illusion was so realistic that it directly drew Harmony's attention.

Xi Pei probably glanced, and then casually cast a gaze.

Then the Rule went chaotic.

The forces of destiny began to repel each other while also entangling, joy, Destruction, and Harmony—three completely different Star God wills pressing on the same timeline of the same world—so the world itself couldn't bear it and simply chose to crash.

What is this, a glitch or what?

Heimu thought it more and more absurd, and couldn't help hugging her head with both hands.

The hem of her Lolita dress was crumpled beneath her, the Witch Hat's brim tilted to one side, and she was completely unaware.

What the heck is going on!

Now how are we supposed to cause Destruction?

Over at Na Nu Ke, the Destruction Temporary Worker's job hasn't been reported yet.

Although she's been slacking, even slacking needs a progress bar!

This got stuck right on the title screen—who does it belong to?

And Aha's fun.

That one who loves a spectacle the most—she turned Winterwood City into this; even if it was an accident, does the "fun" count as a report?

Will Aha think the accident itself is the biggest fun?

Given that guy's abstract level, he might be rolling on the floor laughing right now.

Now there's another Xi Pei; Harmony Star God's gaze isn't a joke, who knows what effect it will have on this world.

Heimu thought more and felt her scalp tingle.

Her whole team got smashed into that world!

Heimu counted on her fingers.

A Xing was on the rooftop of the Mirror World, San Yue Qi and Bai Hang rushed toward the building together, Jing Yuan was fighting the Giant Fox, Sha Jin was unconscious in the Abandoned Factory, Yan Feng Qili was staring blankly while guarding the two unconscious people, Weber and Ailisi Feier had just gotten off the plane, Yuanban Shichen was with Sakura near the church—everything was stuck.

The scheme she painstakingly set up turned into a freeze‑frame animation.

Luckily, luckily.

Chang Ye Yue was left on Pinokanni's Third World line for a vacation.

When Heimu thought of that, a small sense of relief rose in her heart.

Luckily she didn't also toss Chang Ye Yue into Winterwood City.

If even she got stuck in Winterwood City, Heimu's subordinates would truly be hairless.

She doesn't want to taste the feeling of total annihilation.

Heimu sighed, raised a hand and rubbed her temples.

She glanced at the other screens beside her—those were the Xianzhou Luofu feeds.

Giant Tree.

Fortunately the situation is still holdable.

Heimu reached out, tapped a few keys on the keyboard, and opened the Xianzhou Luofu management interface.

She swiftly operated a few times, keeping several key Nodes stable.

After completing those actions, Heimu shoved the keyboard forward, and her whole body…

…collapsed into the sofa.

The soft sofa cushion sank in a spot, enveloping her somewhat weary body.

Her ash‑gray long hair spread over the backrest, her violet‑black eyes stared at the carriage ceiling, the pupils reflecting a halo of light.

Hard to hold together.

Xianzhou Luofu today is as chaotic as a pot of porridge.

Xianzhou Luofu is a mess today, like a pot of porridge.

The Giant Tree Rebirth thing is shooting up like it's been on a caffeine rush; you can see the glowing Giant Tree's silhouette everywhere.

Cloud Cavalry are running all over the streets, medics carry stretchers weaving through, ordinary citizens crowd the sidewalks debating.

Qingque tucked both hands into her sleeves, strolling slowly along the street, eyes darting around, her steps three times slower than the fleeing cat beside her.

She's actually quite bewildered.

Where to go? That question spun in her mind for several rounds without an answer.

If we talk about returning to Tai Bu Si—just the thought makes Qingque shiver.

What a joke, the Giant Tree has already reborn, the Tai Bu Si folks are surely so busy their feet don't touch the ground, piles of files taller than people, whoever they catch will be assigned a mountain of tasks.

Going back now is no different from jumping into a furnace.

General Jingyuan didn't know what was happening; suddenly he fell into a deep sleep, his whole body lying there like a piece of wood, and the physicians examined him for a long time but couldn't figure out why.

General Jingyuan didn't know why, suddenly fell into a deep sleep, lying there like a piece of wood; the medics examined for ages but could find no cause.

Now all of Luofu's affairs rest on Fu Xuan's shoulders, the Grand Diviner acting in the General's authority, so busy there's no time even for tea.

If Qingque dared to appear at the General's gate now, Fu Xuan would definitely haul her in as labor; then there'd be no time to slack off, not even a breath.

So returning to Tai Bu Si is out, going to the General's residence is even worse.

Qingque kept walking forward, the blue stone slab beneath her clacked under the passing crowd.

Street vendors scrambling to pack up, a few Cloud Cavalry officers whooshed past her, the air filled with a burnt smell—no idea whether something was on fire or the Giant Tree's thing was emitting it.

More and more people crowded the street—some running east, some darting west, some standing clueless.

【61】 An old man selling buns rushed past Qingque with a steaming basket, shouting "Excuse me, excuse me," almost bumping her into a stumble.

Qingque stepped aside, patted the sleeve that had been brushed, and muttered something under her breath.

Honestly, what does a little Diviner like her have to do with a huge matter such as Giant Tree Rebirth?

If the heavens fell, a tall one would prop it up; Lord Fu Xuan isn't short—obviously meaning his rank is high.

General Jingyuan may have inexplicably fallen asleep, but handling the Giant Tree isn't Qingque's responsibility.

She's just goofing off; goofing off is her real job. Rescue Luofu should be left to those big shots.

The more Qingque thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed, and her steps became lighter.

She remembered a tea shop in the alley around the corner ahead; the owner's oolong tea tasted pretty good and the price was fair.

Now go over, sit for a while, order a pot of tea, then have some snacks, and after the chaos outside settles, head back—how wonderful would that be?

It's settled.

Qingque made up her mind, turned a corner, and headed toward the tea shop.

She hadn't taken two steps when a massive crowd surged forward, a black mass like a breached dam rushing toward her.

Before Qingque could react, she was swept into the throng, her body jostled sideways, her toes nearly leaving the ground.

Aie—!

All around were shouts and footfalls, making Qingque's ears buzz.

She strained to steady herself, rose onto her toes to look ahead, and vaguely heard people shouting something like "Demon Yin body, Demon Yin body erupted, run!"

The crowd pushed Qingque forward several steps; after much effort she finally squeezed out at the edge, her back pressed against a shop's door, panting heavily.