I'll also work hard to conquer the dungeon today.

Chapter 435, 1.27-16: A Bouquet of Blessings

Her long, curled, misty gray eyelashes fluttered, and her closed eyelids suddenly opened, revealing a pair of cool, silver, round pupils.

She slowly sat up and surveyed the surrounding scenery.

The bedroom was extremely simple, without much furniture, but it had all the basic furnishings a bedroom should have. The furniture was all made of wood and looked very old.

In an instant, Mu Yegui roughly realized that he had been forced into dungeon mode.

She looked down at the black nightgown she was wearing. Her original clothes were nowhere to be found, and all her props had vanished, even the gold and silver that had always been with her were gone.

On the wooden bedside table beside the bed lay a dusty gray seed, the very one Dionysus had given her before.

She paused for a moment, her heart calling out to Mu Yin, but she received no response whatsoever, as if she had been completely blocked out.

"Just like Fish said, it has its own unique mechanism, but it's not specifically mentioned in the rules. You have to observe and discover it yourself." Mu Yegui turned his gaze to the clothes folded by the bed, reached out and picked them up to put them on.

The moment I pushed open the bedroom door, a beam of golden sunlight shone in.

Her cool, silver eyes gazed at the peaceful and serene surroundings outside, listening to the melodious chirping of birds, and she fell silent.

"Good morning," came the boy's clear and confident voice from downstairs.

Mu Yegui looked down. The young man, dressed in a white riding outfit with a golden hand-and-a-half-sword at his waist, looked up at Mu Yegui from upstairs with a spirited air. His long silver hair was neatly tied into a high ponytail, swaying slightly with his movements.

His handsome face was beaming with a bright, sun-like smile, revealing a pair of adorable dimples on his cheeks. He was waving to Mu Yegui.

Mu Yegui stood in front of the second-floor railing, looking down at the ground floor, then turned and slowly walked down the stairs.

"Shia, are you awake?" A kind and gentle voice came from outside. She slowly walked out, wiping her wet hands with her apron as she spoke with a soft laugh.

Mu Yegui stared intently at the unfamiliar woman, puzzled by the unfamiliar name 'Xia,' but said nothing.

The defining characteristic of the fairytale kingdom's instance is its plot; that is, the woman's actions are all pre-arranged within the instance. She is now living with the woman as her child and needs to play the role of 'Shia'.

Based on the scattered information we received yesterday, we can deduce that the woman's child is dead, so there are now two possibilities.

One possibility is that she was mistaken for someone else and had to continue playing the role, but the woman looked much younger than she did yesterday, so that possibility is ruled out.

Secondly, there's the issue of the instance mechanism. As the woman's child, she returns to the storyline before the child's death, and then has to deny that death storyline.

Finally, and most importantly, is the seed.

Her ultimate goal is to use this seed to grow a flower that represents a miracle.

It must be before death.

Because it's a plot reversal and role-playing, there will definitely be no information about 'Shia'. In other words, she is now 'Shia' herself, living beside her as the woman's child.

Mu Yegui, who had never had a mother, found this quite novel.

So she said to the woman without any hesitation, "Good morning, Mother."

"Good morning, madam," Jafar greeted the woman.

"Ghafar, come and help me get breakfast," the woman said with a light laugh. "Yes, madam," Ghafar nodded and strode into the house.

"Good boy." His mother stroked Jafar's hair and then went inside with him.

Mu Yegui stared at the two as they entered for a while before taking in the surroundings. It was a detached two-story house with a small garden around it. Beyond the hedge was a path paved with small stones, suggesting it was a short distance from the town.

However, something was strange. Around the path were pumpkins of different sizes. Some had been hollowed out and made into lantern shapes, while others were simply left untouched, and some were even growing there with their vines attached.

Her long black dress, tied with a pretty bow, swayed gently in the breeze. She casually ruffled her slightly messy, misty gray curly hair, as if trying to tidy it up.

Her delicate and beautiful face didn't show much expression, but a hint of curiosity about her surroundings could be seen in her cool, silver eyes.

She felt a sense of novelty and curiosity about everything here, as if she were a child discovering a new world.

Pushing open the hedge gate, she stepped into the small garden. Her bare feet sank into the soft soil. In the center of the garden stood a fruit tree, bearing a golden apple that shone as brightly as the sun.

it's wired.

Why does such a large fruit tree only produce one fruit?

And it's a golden apple.

Mu Yegui subconsciously walked towards the fruit tree and looked up at it.

The fruit tree wasn't much taller than her, and the golden apple was within easy reach; she could have simply reached out her wicked hand and plucked it.

The cool, silvery eyes gazed silently at the golden fruit that shone as brightly as the sun.

She pursed her pink lips slightly and slowly reached out her hand to touch it.

Just as they were about to touch, Jafar's clear voice called out from behind. His fingers paused slightly, and he ultimately chose to withdraw his hand.

"It's time for breakfast," Jafar said with a light laugh, looking at Mu Yegui.

Mu Yegui turned to look at him, then nodded and walked into the house.

However, Jafar did not follow immediately. He simply stood in front of the flowerbed, gazing intently with his sea-blue eyes at the fruit tree bearing only one golden apple.

The slight upturn of her lips gradually faded, and the smile disappeared little by little.

He stared at it coldly, his sea-blue eyes reflecting the bewitching red apple that looked like fresh blood.

His expression was cold and aloof, with a hint of barely perceptible murderous intent.

"It shouldn't exist after all," he murmured, a hint of disgust in his voice.

A gentle breeze swept by, dispelling the murderous intent and lifting the long, silver hair tied in a high ponytail, which shimmered with golden light under the sun.

The flowerbed was planted with vibrant sunflowers, but not a single one of them followed the sun as the legend had it. All the sunflowers turned their backs to the sun, seemingly disgusted with following it.

But is a sunflower that no longer follows the sun still a sunflower?
Let's find the differences!

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(End of this chapter)