Ye Luoli: The Master of Seven Emotions and Six Desires

"Huh?" Ai Zhen became interested after hearing what Shui Qingli said.

"Where to go? Let's go quickly!" Ai Zhen's eyes sparkled, she quickly got up from the bed, grabbed Shui Li's arm, and said impatiently.

Facing Ai Zhen's expectant eyes, Shui Qingli smiled lightly, stretched out his hand and intertwined his fingers with hers.

"Ye Luoli's magic, water world, sacred contract."

"Ye Luoli's magic is invisible to water and penetrates all things."

A dreamy and colorful vortex appeared under Ai Zhen's feet, and in the blink of an eye, the two people disappeared from the Water Linglong Palace.

The scene in front of me was distorted, and within a moment, the image of a clear and clear water lake was replaced by darkness.

"..." Ai Zhen was silent in a rare moment, "Shui Shui, I'll give you a chance to explain."

She knew about this part. In the original plot, Prince Water took Wang Mo to the trench of the deep sea to meet the trash god.

It's not that Ai Zhen has any objections to the trash god, but she feels that seeing him doesn't make her happy.

"Don't worry, you'll be fine soon." Shui Qingli said helplessly, as if she felt that Ai Zhen had misunderstood something.

"Ye Luoli's magic is pure and dust-free, dyed with the spirit of water."

As the words fell, a bright light appeared, illuminating the entire water area, and in front of Ai Zhen's eyes, the dark and desolate seabed also changed its appearance in an instant.

Just in front of the two people, there were buildings one after another shining with infinite brilliance. They were filled with the breath of time, but they could not hide the glory of the past.

They are just like the jade buildings and palaces in the sky described in the Book of Songs, possessing an artistic atmosphere and beauty that people cannot describe in words.

This is definitely not a building that can be built in modern times, because they are too magnificent, majestic and ingenious.

No one can record their beauty, and any words to describe it are just pale.

"Wow!" Ai Zhen was really shocked this time. The richness of history and the brilliance of civilization were now displayed in front of her eyes.

Shui Qingli looked at Ai Zhen tenderly, "I'll give it to you, do you like it?"

"Yeah, I like it!" Ai Zhen nodded wildly, she was really happy.

"Then, let's give it a name." Shui Qingli's eyelashes trembled slightly, showing a gentle smile.

"Name? Shall I pick it up?" Ai Zhen was stunned.

Facing Ai Zhen's question, Shui Qingli nodded slightly, her expression becoming particularly soft.

"Then, let's call it...Atlantis..."

Ai Zhen hesitated for a long time and finally said the name.

Atlantis.

Lost City.

A magnificent city immersed in the mysterious underwater world.

Nothing could be more appropriate.

"Atlantis...?" Shui Qingli was startled, and her eyes suddenly shrank.

This lost city, soaked by the sea, is so beautiful, yet so familiar.

And just when Shui Qingli was stunned...

A cold kiss gently landed on the side of his face, making him freeze.

"Thank you, I'm really...so happy." Ai Zhen said seriously.

At the same time, vast and sacred singing sounded, as if to witness the eternity of the two.

Shui Qingli looked at Ai Zhen for a long time, the accumulated emotion in her eyes was like a vicissitudes of life that could not be dissipated.

"No matter when, no matter what happens, as long as you come back here, I will meet you again here."

Because here, I have myself buried.

……

Elite primary schools at this time.

"Everyone, please turn to page 35 of your textbook. In today's English class, let's practice conversation first."

"During the holidays, I have left homework for everyone to preview. Shu Yan, Sisi, let's read this conversation." The teacher raised his glasses.

Chen Sisi stood up with her English book, glanced at Shu Yan, and said in standard pronunciation: "Hello, mike. Who's your art teacher?"

"Mrhu." Shu Yan responded.

"What'shelike?" Chen Sisi moved her eyes.

"He's short and thin."

The teacher on the stage nodded and praised: "Student Sisi's pronunciation is really standard. It's better than the teacher's. Everyone should learn more."

"Hoo~~~ZZzz..."

The teacher frowned subconsciously, what is this sound?

At a glance, Wang Mo was lying on the table, sleeping peacefully.

"Wang Mo! You read the rest!"

The huge shout startled Wang Mo.

She hasn't had a good rest since she came back from Wonderland. Plus, she has to catch up on her summer vacation homework, so she can't sleep all night.

As soon as class started, I couldn't help but fall asleep.

"Um..." Wang Mo carefully picked up the English book and stood up shakily.

"Hmm." Wang Mo cleared his throat, "Gu Dabai, three balls, so oily..."

With one word of sacrifice, the whole audience was shocked.

Jianpeng scratched his head speechlessly, "Is this English..."

"Wait, wait." The teacher on the stage waved his hand helplessly.

"Ah? What's wrong?" Wang Mo was stunned, not knowing why he asked her to stop.

"Wang Mo, are you sure you got the English textbook? Did you read it correctly?" The teacher was confused and walked to Wang Mo's desk step by step.

"Yes, I previewed it yesterday..." Wang Mo scratched his head.

"Then show me your textbook." The teacher sighed helplessly and took Wang Mo's textbook away.

"what?!"

At a glance, the teacher was also stunned.

"Wang Mo..." The teacher raised his glasses and said seriously: "Why did you write Chinese below the English?"

"Thank you, it's three balls."

"Goodbye, it's Gu Dabai."

Wang Mo lowered his eyes in embarrassment when the teacher thought about it.

"Hahahahaha."

Laughter resounded in the classroom.

"But... I really can't remember! I just have to do this..." Wang Mo pouted.

"Tch, no one can understand your English." Wen Qian covered her mouth and laughed.

"Hey." The teacher sighed as well.

"Don't look at your own Chinese subtitles, look at the English phonetic symbols and read it again!"

The teacher returned the English book to Wang Mo.

"Otherwise, I will punish you by copying it 100 times!"

"Ah?!" Wang Mo was shocked, "100 times! But..."

"But we have to gather at night... What should I do? My pronunciation is terrible..." Wang Mo whispered to Chen Sisi.

"I can't read it for you either... You think of English as pinyin, don't think of it as Chinese characters..." Chen Sisi covered her face with a book and responded in a low voice, very distressed.

This time, it was completely hopeless.

"Wang Mo, let's start." The teacher said coldly.

Wang Mo took a deep breath, "Three, three, TH, A, N, K..."

"Don't be nervous." Chen Sisi encouraged in a low voice.

"Wang Mo, read the English phonetic symbols again." The teacher turned around and returned to the podium.

"What to do, what to do..." Wang Mo was almost dying of anxiety and subconsciously wiped his sweat.

"Humph, Wang Mo made a fool of himself again." Wen Qian smiled proudly.

Just when Wang Mo was about to mess up...

"Master, I have an idea!" Luo Li opened her schoolbag and waved her hand to attract Wang Mo's attention.

"I'll use magic to lend you Sisi's voice first."

"Good idea! I'm here to help too!" Peacock nodded and got out of the bag.

Luo Li and Peacock circled around the two of them, and the spell outline formed a heart shape.

"Ye Luoli's magic, love light powder!"

"Peacock's Kiss lends the master's voice to Wang Mo!"