One Piece: Musicians and Generals.

She doesn't care at all. Utopia is not a place where one can come whenever one wants. Even if one comes, so what? She is invincible within the rules!

Jiuqi Temple Baihui walked out from the secret door. She slowly pushed open Lan Xina's door. The room was dim, and only Lan Xina's body was shining with a faint golden warm light.

The two green eggs in the quilt were also shining faintly. A red divine ring appeared behind Kuzaki Temple Baihui, and the red flames on it were lifelike and glowing.

She held the clothes in her hands and approached carefully step by step. There was a little distance between the clothes and her hands, and they did not touch each other.

As she got closer, the strobe light on Lanxina's body became faster and faster. The person lying on the bed had his eyes closed, but his eyeballs were moving, as if he was about to wake up.

Kusakiji Shiraie controlled the two folded clothes to slide smoothly into the quilt, breathed a sigh of relief, and wiped her sweat-free forehead.

Take it back, take it back, I’m a little stressed! Kusaki Temple Baihui took back the divine ring behind him, and at the same time, the symbol of demonization on his body disappeared.

He carefully exited the room again, closed the door, and gently touched the shared terminal on his ear with his fingers, "Don't get close to Lan Xina within seven days. The two children have been born. Don't tell me if they are accidentally injured!"

This last sentence is for those Striders or Palace Masters who are more playful.

"Okay! I got it, Lord Bai Hui." The voice of Du Hua Linghe came from the terminal. The sound came from the background. She seemed to be in a very lively place, quite noisy.

"Don't play too long!" After saying this, Kusaki Temple Baihui cut off the connection.

Du Hua Linghe was sitting on a wooden chair. A woman wearing a goose yellow dress decorated with some ribbons came over with a fruit plate and sat next to her.

"Lord Zixi, please try the grapes I peeled!" The gentle woman's eyes moved, and she picked up a grape with her delicate fingers and put it into Duhua Linghe's mouth.

"Hmm~ The grapes peeled by Sister Youxiang are still the most delicious." Du Hualinghe, wearing men's clothes, lay on her legs.

"As long as you like it!" Youxiang picked up another one and fed it to her mouth.

With the familiar smell by her side, Lanxina slept well, at least for now.

The next morning, Kuzaki Temple Baihui came in with breakfast. She put the food on the table and slowly approached Lan Xina, step by step, and finally reached the head of the bed.

He reached out his hand and tentatively pushed Lan Xina, "Lan Xina, wake up, wake up." Seeing no response, Kusaki Temple Baihui gave up.

He left a note on the table beside Lan Xina's bed and checked Lan Xina's condition and the two eggs. Except for being a little weak, everything else was fine.

In fact, there is a more hidden island in Utopia, located above the sky. It is where the gods gather, and it can also be called a common residence. However, compared to there, they prefer to live on the islands they manage. After all, they can create whatever they want in those places.

There is always some vague pressure on the floating island, which makes them uncomfortable. However, some managers like to live on the floating island because there is no hustle and bustle of the city and it is more suitable for meditation and cultivation.

Becoming the master of an island means binding some of your own things to the island, or rather binding them to the island's environment. This set of rules is also established to prevent some gods from slacking off and not working.

"Are the laws I made really so weird?" When Kusaki Temple Baihui thought of Lan Xina's complaints, her little face wrinkled and she bit the brush intermittently.

She sat on her own throne with a small coffee table in front of her, holding a jade tablet in her hand. The tablet emitted a faint blue light with transparent characters appearing on it.

It seemed that he was determined to change the law, but the change could not be too big. After much consideration, Jiuqi Temple finally wrote down the living rules for outsiders in Utopia, the prison terms for breaking the law, and the time limit for their residence here.

She thought since she was already here she might as well finish the pile of things.

Tamamonomae squinted his eyes and held a lot of documents in his hands, "Lord Yuzhao, here are the matters you need to deal with!" He put the things on the coffee table.

Yuzhao breathed a sigh of relief without leaving a trace. This amount of stuff should be able to be dealt with in a day.

Tamamonomae's expression remained unchanged. He waved his navy blue sleeves and piles of things like small hills fell beside Yuzhao's left and right feet. This time there was really no place to put her feet.

Note that this is not a pause in time.

Yuzhao stared blankly at the colorful folded pieces on the ground, the expression on her face gradually becoming tearful, she clutched her collar with one hand and pinched her philtrum with the other, looking as if she was about to faint but was trying hard to hold herself back.

"Lord Yuzhao, you should take advantage of this time to work hard. These are the time accumulated from various islands, and some of them are approval documents applied for by outsiders. I will withdraw first." Tamamonomae smiled slightly and withdrew.

Yuzhao held Erkang's hand, trying to keep Tamamonomae's back from looking back.

"I can't finish watching it all, I can't finish watching it at all! Why is it like this! Why are there so many!" Yuzhao burst into tears.

"Shouldn't these things be shown to other palace officials? Besides, there should be a Strider!" Yuzhao cried.

A thousand paper cranes flapped their wings and flew over, landing in front of Yuzhao, and turned into a puff of silver smoke. A font appeared, "Master Yuzhao, the objects in there are things that the Striders can't handle and can't find the Palace Masters. Maybe you forgot that many of the Palace Masters have fallen into a deep sleep, and the rest of the Striders are still in the outside world!"

"Please handle it as soon as possible, Master Yuzhao! I have already dealt with part of it!"

Yuzhao's deathly smile, whoever wants to be the general manager can be the general manager! Anyway, I won't do it!

That's what she said, but after Yuzhao threw the thing away, she picked it up again. She split into two clones with a thought, and she started crying with a flat mouth.

"Ah~ So many! I'm almost dying!"

There were male and female clones, just like a pair of parents watching their naughty child, they sighed helplessly, each took away a part of the memorial, and went to work hard in the positions of other immortals who were not in Utopia.

Yuzhao stopped pretending, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and began to deal with the memorials in her hands.

"Why has it been piled up for so long?" Yuzhao looked at the dates on it in distress. Some were hundreds of years ago and some were decades old. Have I been here for so long?