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Sit quietly on the slope, and raise your fishing rod under the snow.

She was more concerned about another thing. If the fishhook really broke through the space and wandered around, would it be possible for it to break through time? If so, it would be great if she could use the fishhook to receive news from her senior. She also wanted to know what happened to her senior and his Palu, and whether they succeeded in catching him in the end.

Feeling a pulling force in her hand, Yukinoshita Yukino raised her hand, grabbed a bottled object, and looked down.

[Anti-aging drug: A drug that can preserve one's youthful appearance. Palu created this drug when someone was looking at themselves in the mirror, but it was never used.]

It's useless. If you have an ageless face, people around you will notice something is wrong and cause panic. After all, people are not vampires who never see the sun.

She put it away and continued casting the rod.

She felt the pull and raised her rod.

Well, it’s good this time, it’s the must-have palu ball.

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The naughty cat hasn't seen his owner for a long time.

That day the owner went upstairs, walked into the room, and never came out again.

This made her a little worried. If the owner was always lacking food, he would become weak.

But she didn't think too much about it. After all, the master was very capable and always carried a variety of food and equipment in his backpack. Maybe the master was just too lazy to go out on the second floor, and occasionally ate the food in the backpack, observing by the window to see who was not working seriously enough.

Thinking of this, the naughty cat moved faster. After all, if she didn't do it, her master had plenty of pallu to do it.

She actually knew that she was a little clumsy, but because of this, she was more grateful to her master.

Even though she is so clumsy, her master is still willing to entrust her with important tasks and even handed over the entire production of the legendary palu ball to her.

The mischievous cat knows about the legendary palu ball. Not only is the material precious, but more importantly, the owner consumes it very quickly. If the supply cannot keep up, the owner is likely to be in trouble.

Obviously, there are other palu companions with better and more skillful skills, but the master still assigns this important task to the clumsy himself. Obviously, those companions can complete the production of 999 legendary palu balls in a relatively short time, but the master still does not mind the trouble and lets the slow himself do it alone.

What a touching trust, what a satisfying love.

So the mischievous cat silently vowed to make a perfect palu ball to repay his master.

As I was thinking too much, the screw in my hand shifted slightly.

With a determined look, the naughty cat unscrewed the screw and reinstalled it.

Her hands are not dexterous enough and she always makes such low-level mistakes, which is why she does not work as fast as her other companion Palu.

But it doesn't matter. If you are clumsy, just work harder than others. God will not treat every pallu unfairly. One day, her skills will improve and make her owner happy.

Thinking of this, she felt a little hungry, so she left the assembly line workbench and trotted to the cafeteria.

When the food storage box was opened, there were piles of wheat inside.

Grabbing a handful, the naughty cat put the wheat into his mouth and chewed it with a crisp sound.

She actually doesn't like wheat very much, she prefers wild berries.

Before she met her master, she lived in a forest where there was a gurgling stream and a large field of wild berries. At that time, her favorite thing was to lie on the grass and stare at the white sky in a daze. When she was thirsty, she would go to the stream to drink water, and when she was hungry, she would pick some wild berries to eat.

Wild berries are a bit sour, but they taste really good. It's a pity that the owner doesn't like wild berries and prefers wheat.

So the naughty cat is actually trying to like wheat as a food.

Back on the assembly line, the naughty cat stood in front of the operating table and tightened the screws.

She was wondering if her master would take her out to play if she finished making all the palu balls. The base was full of walls and she had no way to get out.

Yiling Yier and the umbrella age

She wanted to go back to the forest where she came from to see if wild berries were still growing there.

Thinking about this, she completed the final step of making the hand-palu ball.

Looking at the purple legendary palu ball that seemed to glow in front of him, the mischievous cat felt proud.

The palu ball is worthy of being made by us for several days and nights, it is so beautiful.

She subconsciously put her hands on her hips, feeling proud.

In the void, a fishhook appeared, hooked the palu ball, and disappeared.

The mischievous cat was stunned for a while, and his eyes scanned the operating table frantically, confirming that the results of his few days of work had disappeared.

She took a deep breath and tried to control her emotions, but she couldn't help it in the end.

His eyebrows unconsciously drooped and his mouth became pursed.

The naughty cat cried.

......

Yukinoshita Yukino raised her hand, and this time the item that came up was still a bottled item.

She reached out and grabbed it, then froze.

Nomiya shifted his gaze and stared at the small bottle of liquid in Yukinoshita's hand.

He felt that the thing was very familiar, but he just couldn't remember what it was.

Yukinoshita Yukino lowered her head, looked at the lines of subtitles, and fell into silence.

Elixir of Life

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Chapter 30: A Man Who Gave Up Immortality

[Elixir of Life: A creation created by a certain Palu, condensing the essence of heaven and earth, which can make people immortal. Someone refused to take it.]

Yukinoshita Yukino subconsciously tightened her grip on the fishing rod. This paragraph was not the main point she noticed; the main point was the last note.

She died of old age...

She died of old age...

That senior died? How could she die when she possessed the elixir of immortality and could compete with immortals for items? How could such a powerful person die of simple old age? Why didn't she achieve immortality? Did she give up that palu?

The hand holding the fishing rod unconsciously tightened.

This means that she did not succeed. She may have spent her whole life, but in the end she still failed and did not end up with that pallu.

She chose death, but Palu, who could only make others live forever, might still exist in this world.

Her eyes moved, Yukinoshita Yukino looked at his fishing rod, then looked at him.

Is it Nomi-san? But he and I were classmates and grew up together. Could it be Nomi-san's father? But that man clearly has a wife, a beautiful sister with red eyes and black hair.

"what happened?"

Nomiyama frowned slightly and stood up and approached her.

He could sense that something was not right with Yukinoshita. That kind of awkwardness and depression rarely appeared in her.

"I'm fine." Shaking her head, Yukinoshita Yukino took a deep breath.

She put the elixir of life into her backpack, raised her hand, and retracted the fishing hook.

┅澪一弍２/３○⑼㈧

She stood up, picked up her backpack, and lowered her head slightly: "I feel a little uncomfortable, so I want to go home and rest today."

"Yeah." Nomi-san nodded, put away his hook, and picked up his bag. "I'll wait for the bus with you."

Yukinoshita Yukino sent a message to the driver, then stood by the roadside, looking at him slightly sideways: "Nomi-san, have you ever anticipated death? Or perhaps the death of someone close to you?"

Nomiyama looked at her, not quite understanding why she suddenly asked this question.

After thinking for a while, he nodded: "Yes."

"Have I ever told you about my parents?"

Yukinoshita Yukino was stunned for a moment, then shook her head: "No, you rarely mentioned your home to me and Eriri. I only know that you currently live alone in your house."

"Yeah." Nomi-san recalled and said calmly, "In fact, I don't even know whether my parents are still alive."

Yukinoshita Yukino looked at him and opened her mouth to speak, but was interrupted by his words.

"I'm actually a little special, you should be able to sense that."

"On the first day we three went fishing together, we caught a crocodile. When I was grilling the crocodile meat at home..."

"So you set fire to that black stain on your floor?"

Yukinoshita Yukino's eyes widened and she couldn't help but interrupt him.

Nomiyama also looked at her with wide eyes: "Is this important?"

"Isn't that important?"

"Why does this matter?"

“Of course it’s important!”

Yukinoshita Yukino kicked his calf and said sternly, "Who would like someone who lights a fire at home for no reason?"

Nomiyama found himself unable to refute this statement, so he said: "I don't do such things now."

Yukinoshita Yukino looked at him, trying hard to recall the interior layout of his house in her mind.

There are no dining chairs, no bed legs, no TV cabinets, and no bookcases or desks.

She said with some disbelief: "You actually burned all the wood in your house?"

Nomiya looked up at the sky, choosing not to respond to this statement.

Holding her forehead, Yukinoshita Yukino didn't know how to react.

They were silent for a while, and Nomiya turned his head and looked at her helplessly.

"Do you want to hear about my parents or about me making the fire?"

Yukinoshita Yukino said seriously, "They are all important."

After all, most of her house is made of wood.

Pursing his lips, Nomiyama still chose to talk about his cheap parents.

"When I was grilling, I actually saw my cheap dad. He was sitting next to me, but he was just an illusion left over from the past, like a magical image."

"Hmm?" Yukinoshita Yukino looked at him.

Nomi-san pulled the elastic band of his backpack, his emotions hard to discern: "He was very weak, he felt like he was going to die, or he was doing something that would lead to his own death."

Turning his head, he looked at Yukinoshita with a look of slight confusion on his face. "I could sense that he was very powerful, a kind of power that I couldn't comprehend, but he was indeed going to die. I thought about it for a long time before I realized that death was his own choice."

"He finally told me that everyone dies; so I think death is just an ordinary thing that we as human beings should accept."

"If nothing unexpected happens, we'll have seventy or eighty years to live. Only nine years have passed, Yukinoshita. Life is actually quite long. When time has passed, death won't be a big deal."

Yukinoshita Yukino looked at him, all kinds of conditions and assumptions about Palu and his seniors dancing in her mind, and finally fell into chaos.

So she decided not to think about it anymore.

Nomi-san is right, they are only nine years old and there is still a lot of time. If there is any mystery, time will always give the answer.

There are still decades left, and it is still a long, long way from death.

Just because your predecessors can't do it doesn't mean you can't do it. Stock up on some of your predecessors' special supplies and palu balls, and wait until he's weak, then pour them all on him. There's always a chance of success. Even if that doesn't work, as long as you have enough time, you can catch him without relying on the palu balls.

After all, he is a human being with emotions, a fisherman who can be defeated by the air force with just one word.

"Here, let it go to your house."

Yukinoshita Yukino handed over her fishing rod.

"Ah."

Nomiyama took it and brought up a rather unexpected topic.

"Yukinoshita, how long do you think it will take for Eriri to find us?"

Yukinoshita Yukino glanced at him and said, "Why, do you miss Eriri?"

"That's not the problem."