There seems to be something wrong with the fairy world

The decisive battle of this year's Battle of the Gods has created several "firsts" in Interstellar.

No. [-] in ratings.

The number of followers is number one.

The first time the Terrans came to power.

The first battle between the human race and the biomechanical race.

For the first time, couples fight on stage.

For the first time, the scene of the battle of the gods ushered in the president of D. Company: Dragon.

A reporter interviewed Long in time.

"Why didn't you come to the chief decisive battle last time, but came to watch the game this time?"

"It's not watching the game." Long looked deeply at his son in the waiting area: "I'm here to supervise Desting. Our family has no tradition of beating up daughter-in-law. If you dare to hurt Qing Lan, be careful and I will beat him."

The reporter forced a smile: "The duel is in a simulated state, and no one will be injured."

"Sadness is not injury?" Long glanced at the reporter: "Didn't your mother teach you? No matter what state you are in, you can't hurt the one you love."

"Then, how do you fight?" The reporter was stunned.

"I don't care about the chief position, I just want them to be happy." Long lowered his eyes and didn't want to answer the reporter's question.

The bodyguards around Long invited the reporter away. Long took a deep breath and looked up at his son.

Desting woke up suddenly in the middle of the night for some unknown reason, and when he wanted to sleep again, he couldn't fall asleep. He touched the side and found that the bed was empty, and felt empty and uncomfortable.

Qing Lan is angry?

Desting thought to himself a little uneasy, and was in a trance.

"Master Chief?" The assistant next to Desting was sensitive to Desting's abnormal state.

"It's okay." Desting adjusted his breathing and tried his best to calm himself down. After today, maybe everything will be fine.

The live broadcast room was opened an hour before the final, and nearly [-] billion viewers have poured in, not only from the first-level planets, but also from the second- and third-level planets.

This battle, which determines the ownership of the chief position in the next ten years, has attracted worldwide attention.

Five minutes before the start of the final, Desting has already started to warm up, but Qing Lan is still not there. While waiting, everyone guesses the reason for Qing Lan's late arrival and who will be the final champion.

"I bet on the chief, the chief is the No.1 of our biomechanical family."

"I bet on Qingqing, Qingqing is still the master of my Xuanmen!"

"Can I bet on their baby?"

"Leather upstairs."

"By the way, why hasn't Qingqing come here? Isn't she usually there half an hour before the game starts?"

"Could it be that the master of our family forgot about this?"

"This is Chi Guoguo's contempt!"

"I'll go, it's been the last 3 minutes, and I haven't seen a good wife and mother outside the court."

"How come, is it because the chief can't get out of bed?"

"Nonsense, my sect master is Gong!"

"No, my chief male god must be Gong!"

The topic of discussion in the live broadcast room developed in a strange direction. Three minutes passed in the blink of an eye. Desting had already entered the venue, but the opposite side was still empty.

"The waiting time is half an hour. If Qingqing doesn't come within half an hour, it will be regarded as Qingqing voluntarily giving up the fight for the chief position."

"I'm so anxious, why hasn't the sect master arrived yet?"

"Is it true that a good wife and mother is going to give up?"

"Could it be a tactic? I have seen similar scenes in the previous video of the battle of the gods."

Desting stood in the field, waiting quietly, but his mind didn't know where to go.

As time passed by every minute and every second, Desting's body was straight and his heart was in a mess.

What about Qingqing?

Angry?

Why not come?

Did I go too far before?

Qingqing wants to give up?

Clenching his fists tightly, Desting stood alone in the empty field, like a lonely tall tree, stubbornly waiting for an impossible person.

Long looked at his son in the VIP auditorium, clenched his fists tightly, his expression became more and more sad,

"Have you left?"

The inner voice played back in Desting's mind over and over again, and he could no longer feel any external voice.

"I don't want to fight with you, I can't do it to the person I love..."

"Forget? If I forget it, I can't remember it, what should I do..."

How to do……

"Master Chief? Chief?" A distant voice drifted into Desting's ears.

"The finals are over, Qing Lan has not yet arrived, it has already been regarded as a voluntary abandonment."

Desting watched the mouth of the man in front of him open and close, but couldn't understand what he was saying.

"Congratulations to the chief re-election."

"Congratulations, I look forward to your continued success."

"Male God I love you!"

Congratulations poured into Desting's ears like a tide, and the reporters surrounded him one after another, but Desting only wanted to see one person at the moment.

"Qingqing..." Desting squeezed through the crowd surrounding him in despair, and ran towards the Xuanmen.

Different from the sound of joy outside, there was an unusual silence inside the Xuanmen. Even after the finals were over, the disciples still stubbornly raised their heads and watched the huge light curtain of the live broadcast.

The door owner will not let us down, no!

Mr. Qiao walked out of the resting place of Xuanmen tremblingly, as if he had aged ten years overnight.

"The sect master... has ascended to immortality."

The disciples turned their heads to look at Mr. Qiao, and as soon as they lowered their heads, tears fell from their eyes.

Mr. Qiao was on crutches, looking at his disciples: "Sect Master, I left last night and went to the fairy world. The immortal came to pick up Sect Master in person. Sect Master can't let you go, so let me tell you."

"Will the sect master come back to see us?" Xiaoyu cried with tears on his face.

"No more." Master Qiao said sadly, "I will never come back again."

Many disciples sobbed.

"However, the door master said that the road to immortality has been opened in this world. As long as you practice diligently, you can ascend to immortality and meet again in the immortal world." Mr. Qiao sighed heavily: "I am old, and I am afraid it will be a farewell. Still young, there is still a chance."

"What did you say?"

A slightly familiar voice sounded from the entrance of Xuanmen. The powerful and imposing man in the live broadcast was standing there at the moment with a dazed expression, as if something was falling apart in his body.

"Qing Lan...was taken away by the immortals." Mr. Qiao looked at Desting pityingly: "Qing Lan asked me to bring you a message, saying that he has already forgotten you, completely forgotten."

Desting shook his head vigorously, with a smile and tears in his eyes: "Stop joking, how is it possible, we are already husband and wife, if I am wrong, I can apologize anyway, how can I just say I forgot and leave?"

"No, Qingqing loves me so much that she can't even bear to fight a simulated battle. How could she leave me and leave? No. You must be lying to me, aren't you? Challenging Qingqing to punish me, aren't you? ?” Desting walked out with a smile: “Impossible, Qingqing must be at home waiting for me to go back, for sure.”

Everyone in Xuanmen watched as Desting stumbled out, the mechanical arm on his body seemed to be frozen, motionless, forgetting how to shake it.

Desting was re-elected as chief, but he was absent from the celebration banquet, and he hadn't seen anyone for several days.What's even more strange is that Qing Lan's name was not included in the list of the new Senate.

Not long after that, Xuanmen issued a statement that Qinglan handed over the position of sect master to Mr. Qiao, and Xuanmen changed hands.

When this statement came out, everyone realized that something was wrong, Xuanmen changed hands, and Qinglan did not serve as the vice-chairman, so what about Qinglan people?

Desting, who announced his relationship with Qing Lan, became the focus of everyone's attention. Many people thought that the two were preparing for a wedding and honeymoon, but a week later, Desting appeared in front of the public.

The expressionless office, the expressionless speech, the whole person seems to be an empty shell. The only angry behavior of Desting is that he is obsessed with cultivation and runs to Taoism every day.

When old man Joe sees Desting now, he is like a mouse seeing a cat. Every time he is caught and asked to teach him how to practice, old man Joe is always embarrassed, and the creases on his face deepen a lot.

"Chief, it's not that I don't teach. The sect master said that you have a different internal structure from human beings. It's useless for you to cultivate, and it might even hurt yourself!" Mr. Qiao was forced to fly by Desting. up.

"There is nothing impossible in this world." Desting was very firm: "Teach me, don't let me find a way to deal with you."

Mr. Qiao had no choice but to teach Desting to practice, but the truth is always cruel. After three months of practice, Desting began to feel unwell.

For a whole year, Desting hasn't built a foundation. Instead, his health is getting worse and worse, and he talks less and less. Since the end of the battle of the gods, no one has seen his chief show a sincere smile.

Qing Lan's whereabouts has always been a mystery, Xuanmen can't explain it clearly, and Desting is even more reluctant to talk about it. On the contrary, someone found a video before the game during the Battle of the Gods. In the video, Qing Lan and Desting got together. After the dispute, Qing Lan left in a huff.

Desting was immediately attacked by Xingwang. Netizens suspected that Desting forced Qinglan to fight with him, so Qinglan couldn't bear to leave.

For a while, Desting's approval rating dropped by [-]%, to a record low.

When the Poker team hurriedly took the data to discuss with Desting, but Desting ignored the support rate that he had attached great importance to before.

"You can do whatever you want." Desting stroked the album in hand: "Those things mean nothing to me at all."

In the third year of practice, Desting finally paid off. In a public meeting, he vomited blood and passed out on the spot.

This example was later used by Taoism as a classic demonstration to warn other races who tried to cultivate.

Do you see it?No matter how talented and handsome you are, if you are not a human race, you cannot practice!