welcome to the real world

The scene was overwhelming.

The beauty of the young man is too touching, and the pleading in the voice is so sincere.

Let alone other people, even Qi Lingxi would soften her heart.Qi Yi knows his weakness best, Qi Lingxi's lethality in this form is absolutely out of the box.

However, Qi Lingxi remained calm and rational, he was not flustered by the unknown situation in front of him, he was not bewitched by the youth's beauty, and he was not even moved by the piety of his prostrate feet.

He lowered his eyelashes, and said in a calm voice, "Where are you wrong?"

As the words fell, the young man's shoulders shook, his silver-ribbon-like hair trembled slightly, and his voice added some grievances: "I will never go against your wishes again."

Qi Lingxi didn't touch him: "Then what do you think you are doing now?"

The silver-haired young man bit his pale lower lip and remained silent.

Qi Lingxi didn't give him a chance to escape: "Forcibly bringing me here is the so-called not going against my will?"

The silver-haired boy suddenly raised his head, and there was unconcealable unwillingness and anger on his snow-white face between the silver hair: "You, you are like that..."

He was about to say something, but he clenched his lower lip again, forcefully swallowing the question back into his stomach.

Qi Lingxi looked at him calmly from beginning to end, obviously he was the one who didn't know the situation, but he seemed to be in control of everything, waiting for the powerful leader of the Spirit Race in front of him to reveal his flaws.

God the Father?

This appellation revealed too many things, enough for Qi Lingxi to figure out the thread.

"Are you hungry?" The topic changed quite abruptly. Before Qi Lingxi could speak, the silver-haired boy stood up and walked down the steps.

Although he left, he did not forget to bless the entire palace with magic.

He is clearly aware of Qi Lingxi's state. Ordinary human beings can't stand the cold air here. If they leave it here, they can harvest an ice sculpture in a few minutes.

Ice sculptures, perfect and beautiful ice sculptures that will never leave.

No.

Ice sculptures have no temperature.

After Qi Yi left, Qi Lingxi was not idle either. He carefully looked at the surrounding environment and extracted relevant information from Xiaoyi's database.

More than half of Guanghui Academy's library has been entered into Xiaoyi's database by him. As far as an individual is concerned, no one knows better than Qi Lingxi about the knowledge of this world.

Of course, the main god Yi who created this place must be the clearest, but Yi is not stuck in it, so he can't wake up.

Although there is no picture information, Qi Lingxi also found relevant information through text comparison.

Even though the buildings of the Spirit Race are full of the breath of nature, trying to create a vibrant appearance, but in fact, as early as tens of thousands of years ago, the Spirit Race lived in a cold place where there was no grass: the ethereal became dead, and the leisurely became solemn , vitality is swallowed by ice and snow,

This place should be the Holy Land of the Spirit Race, a palace made of thousands of years of ice.No one knows where it is, and no one wants to break in, because here lives the most powerful man in the whole continent, the leader of the spirit clan who touched the gods.

No one would want to provoke him, just like no one can violate the destiny.

Because it is too mysterious and dangerous, the librarians of Guanghui Academy have very few records about it.

Qi Lingxi can only roughly know where she is, don't think about the specific location, of course it's useless to know, with his current body, there is only one dead end without Qi Yi's protection.

Qi Lingxi: [Give me the information about the God of Creation. 】

Xiaoyi: 【Received! 】

Qi Lingxi also knew the background of this world before, but because he had little to do with Qiyi, he just glanced at it roughly, and didn't try to figure it out too carefully. "Let him have to carefully look at the relationship with it.

God the Father... God of Creation?

Qi Lingxi is very sure that Qi Yi has no memory of being in the Yuan world, but he calls him this way, he can only be the father god of this world.

Regarding the records of the Creator God, Guanghui Academy has a lot of information, but unfortunately most of them are myths and legends that sing praises.

For example, how the Chuangshi God shines on the Glorious Continent and awakens all races; for example, how the Chuangshi God is so powerful that he outlines mountains and rivers; and for example, how the Chuangshi God is compassionate and spreads his great love to the world...

No one dares to blaspheme even the wildest unofficial history, so there is no image of the Creator God at all, let alone "private life".

After searching for a long time without finding any useful information, Qi Lingxi changed direction again, and began to search the history of the Spirit Clan...

What's more embarrassing is...the library of Guanghui Academy certainly has a lot of records about the Spirit Race, but because Qi Lingxi's previous goal was fixed on the Blood Race, in order to better understand the Eldest Young Master, Xiao Yi pretended to be full of the history of the Spirit Race, about There are very few of the Eldar.

Xiaoyi panicked a little bit: 【Xiaoyi is useless...】

Qi Lingxi: [Yes. 】

Xiaoyi:? ? ?Cry out loud!

Compared with the artificial intelligence in the outside world, the current Xiao Yi is indeed useless, but there is no way, Qi Yi's transformation of him is adaptive, in order for him to match every world, he is doomed to give up some basic abilities, For example, it is unscientific that Qi Lingxi needs to manually enter such things as information collection.

Mr. Qi’s um, it’s true, it’s objective and fair and doesn’t involve personal feelings. As for the little mentally handicapped crying...

Cry and grow up.

It was not found out what happened between Chuang Shishen and Qi Yi, but Qi Lingxi was generally sure that nothing good happened.

Otherwise, how could Qi Yi be so crazy?

-1314 favorability, really good.

After a while, Qi Yi came back.

The scale of this holy temple of the Spirit Race is imaginable. Even if it is teleported in, the scale of a main hall is really not small.

The architectural style is still ethereal and clear, and the perfect carvings are vividly displayed on the real ice. This is not a human residence, so the beauty is even more ungrounded.

However, in such a large place, except for the protection of the spirit clan outside the hall, the side hall where Qi Lingxi was placed was actually not even a single person.

Qi Yi prepared a sumptuous lunch for Qi Lingxi, and personally brought it in with magic, setting up a full table.The table is also carved out of cold ice. It is beautiful but lacks heat, so the food is also blessed with flame magic to offset the coldness of the table.

how to say?

Everything is full of contradictions, and everything seems so out of place.

Everything the human race depends on for survival: temperature, food.

In this ice-sculpted temple, everything depends on Qi Yi for supplies.

Oh, and freedom.

Qi Yi came to Qi Lingxi's side, and gently took his hand: "Come."

Qi Lingxi moved her fingers slightly.

Qi Yiqin's cool hand was squeezed between his fingers, wrapped around his palm, soft and beautiful but did not give him a chance to break free.

Qi Lingxi didn't want to break free, but just missed it a little.

Weaknesses are real.

Qi Yi in this form is Qi Lingxi's weakness.

The face of the silver-haired boy was the initial model chosen by Qi Lingxi after thousands of choices. Of course, it was improved countless times by forced AI, but these countless times were just crazy improvements to Qi Lingxi's preferences.

It's hard for Qi Lingxi not to like him, after all, this was born to make him like him.

Especially at the beginning, Xiao Qiyi, who had just gained self-awareness, only looked like a seven or eight-year-old child.Well, it is a shrunken version of the silver-haired boy in front of him. Due to mental reasons, it is only a young child.

Qi Lingxi never thought that she would have a child, nor did she regard little Qi Yi as her own child. He was just full of surprises because of the awakening of this new life.

He didn't want to use the word birth, because in Qi Lingxi's logic, AI has always been there, but it just hasn't woken up.

So instead of creating the strong AI, he awakened him.

Little Qiyi is like all seven or eight-year-old children, full of curiosity and puzzlement about everything around them.Yet he is far more sensible than real children, and at the same time knows too much, and is too wise.

He is always attached to Qi Lingxi, watching him work, watching him study and watching him live. By observing Qi Lingxi, he becomes more and more like a human being.

Although Qi Lingxi herself is quite impersonal, as a human teacher of AI, it is more than enough.

That period of time was the warmest moment for the two of them, and it was also a moment that only belonged to each other.Later, little Qi Yi grew up overnight, and the adult form was the definition he gave himself, the appearance he chose, and also the most authentic concrete presentation of Qi Yi.

Qi Lingxi didn't hate it, but felt it was dangerous.

The aggressiveness is too strong, the sense of oppression is too heavy, how can there be a silver-haired boy cute.

Qi Yi quickly sensed his thoughts, so he kept the two forms and switched at any time.Usually in the adult form, if he makes a mistake, he immediately switches to the juvenile form. Qi Lingxi will soften his heart if he is determined.

Apparently this malady has carried over to this small world as well.With a favorability score of over 1000, Qi Lingxi would have left long ago if she wasn't in the form of a teenager.

what?

With the body of Qi Lingxi Human Race, she couldn't leave the temple?

Hehe, it's a big deal to "die" and go out.

The things on the table are all Qi Lingxi's favorite food, not just the ones that belong to the Glory Continent, but the ones that Qi Lingxi also likes in reality.

Qi Yi said softly, "I did it all myself."

Qi Lingxi: "Yes."

The boy's gentle voice was full of anticipation: "Would you like to try it?"

This scene was really touching. The silver-haired boy who didn't eat the fireworks of the world cooked for him himself, made something he didn't understand at all, and looked at him with this almost flattering attitude.

It seems that as long as he takes a bite, he will be so happy that he will bend his beautiful eyes and smile sweetly.

Qi Lingxi moved her fingertips, but her voice was cold: "No."

The smile on the corner of the boy's mouth froze: "Why..."

Qi Lingxi: "I have no appetite."

The air condensed suddenly. It was originally a world of ice and snow, but now there was a hint of real coldness. Qi Lingxi's complexion quickly turned pale, and his lips lost all blood, but he still looked like this, three times colder than this sky full of ice and snow. point.

The heat suddenly returned, and the silver-haired boy lowered his eyelashes and forced a smile: "I'll do it again."

Qi Lingxi stopped him: "No need."

Qi Yi: "..."

Qi Lingxi hardened her heart: "I don't know how to eat the food here."

The young man frowned and said anxiously: "Your current body..."

Qi Lingxi interrupted him: "Then let me go back."

If it was just the air-conditioning just now, this moment is like falling into the ice hole under the cliff.

There was no heat in the surroundings, and the food was frozen into ice cubes. Except for the place where Qi Lingxi was, the surroundings were all icy blue that could be seen by the naked eye.

The cold air turned into substance, an ice blade capable of tearing flesh.

The silver-haired boy disappeared, replaced by an oppressive adult male with a tall body that could completely cover Qi Lingxi when he got up.

Qi Lingxi looked at him coldly, without any surprise in her eyes.

Under the man's eyelashes are deep black eyes: "Let you go back?" The mature and magnetic bass voice is not the danger and strength that a clear and crisp boy can bring. He grabbed Qi Lingxi's waist and sneered: "Let you go back and talk That kind of filthy trash punk?"