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Ten years later.

"There's no way I could ever fall in love with you."

The girl sat at the head of the bed, only covered with a quilt, but a large area of ​​her snow-white and delicate skin was still exposed to the air. A few strands of golden hair stuck to her forehead because of sweat, and a lingering aftertaste spread from her neck, spreading into a powder mist on her creamy cheeks, making her look even more beautiful and charming.

However, even though her whole body was fragrant and soft, Celie's mouth was still hard.

"This is the effect of hormones, understand? Because my current body is that of an ordinary human, it is inevitably affected by hormones, which leads to desire. It is definitely not because I like you, understand?"

Fulilian (Thousand Years of Past): Chapter 11 Yes, We Have a Daughter

Inside the ancient elf tree, Volame found that Celie, who had been talking just now, suddenly stopped.

Unlike Ivan who has completely lost consciousness, Celia, who possesses powerful mental strength, is like an enterprise-level multi-core server that can control different bodies through multiple threads.

Even the different speeds of time flow between individuals can be handled with ease. Even though ten years have passed with Ivan, only half an hour has passed in the ancient elf tree. Celie has been recounting the battle between the two.

However, when Celie talked about Ivan fishing, the expression on her face suddenly became a lot strange. Not long after, she completely stopped talking. Not only did she change her sitting position frequently in a somewhat irritable manner and twist her toes restlessly, but her delicate white face also gradually turned red.

Afterwards, he pursed his lips tightly, as if he was enduring something.

Finally, his whole body relaxed again, but the expression on his face... was a bit complicated and changeable.

Volame only felt that his imagination was a little too rich. The expression on Celie's face now was just like the look of loss and regret she had when she secretly saw Ivan finish his self-generation.

No, no, no, no, even if it's just a fantasy in my head, it's too outrageous. How could the teacher...

Time continued to flow in the illusion, and soon Celie's belly swelled up. After ten months of pregnancy, she successfully gave birth to a baby girl.

"Izanze, this is your name." Celie extended her index finger to touch the hand of the little guy in her arms, and she held it tightly. It seemed that she was quite satisfied with the name.

"Zanze...it means sickle in German. Well, in a way, it's a good meaning."

Originally, Ivan was still struggling among dozens of names, but when he saw Celie decided on a name so quickly, he stopped thinking about it.

"How does it feel to be a mother?" Ivan held Celia gently in his arms and sniffed the fragrance of her hair.

"Don't interrupt me while I'm feeding."

Celie pushed him away without any hesitation, turned around and continued to observe Zanze, her expression changing from impatience when facing Ivan to a slight smile in just one second.

Of course, the mouth is still hard.

"After giving birth, female mammals secrete a hormone that allows them to quickly transition into their motherly role, activating their instinct to care for their young. That's all. If that hormone isn't secreted enough or isn't secreted at all, postpartum depression can occur. Therefore, I don't have any special feelings for her."

"That's not necessarily true," Ivan retorted. "If hormones explain maternal love, then how do you explain paternal love? After all, I don't secrete any random hormones."

Celie nodded in agreement: "So, mother's love is emotional, and father's love is rational."

Ivan continued to refute, "Sentiment and idealism don't exist independently. It's just a matter of proportion. Motherly love is more emotional, while fatherly love is more rational. Apart from the physiological impact, you should still have different emotions in your mind, right?"

Celia: “…”

She did not continue to debate the issue, but lowered her head and kept silent, turning into an emotionless feeding machine.

Little Zanzhe grew up healthy and soon reached kindergarten age. He had a naive and lively personality.

Until one day, she suddenly returned home in a depressed mood. Celie was sitting on the sofa reading a book. Without even looking up, she asked, "What happened?"

"mom!"

Zanze threw himself into Celia's arms and said aggrievedly, "My classmates in kindergarten ignored me, and even the teacher ignored me. Am I being bullied?"

"I really can't hold on any longer."

After all, this magic is not perfect. When Ivan realized that it was an illusion, loopholes had already appeared in the strict world. Now new life that does not belong to the illusion ecosystem has been born. I am afraid that the system that determines the operation of the world has been riddled with bugs, so that the NPCs are unable to give feedback to Zanze.

"Don't worry about those people. They are all fake. Apart from you, me, and Ivan, everything else in this world is fake."

"Fake...Mom, what are you talking about?"

"Do you find it hard to accept? But it's true. For example, Aunt Wang from the store downstairs, Xiaomei who always hangs out with you, the chubby snack-loving Wenwen, and your kindergarten teacher... all of them are fake characters created by illusions. They have no emotions or self-identity, and are merely tools for the world to function."

"I, I still don't understand... Why do you say they are fake, Mom? They have always existed. I can see them, touch them, and play games with them. How could they be fake?!"

For a kindergarten child, telling her that all her friends and people she comes into contact with are virtual characters is undoubtedly extremely cruel.

But Celie must tell her the truth, otherwise Zanze will doubt himself, deny himself, and even suffer a personality collapse in the midst of everyone's neglect.

Then she just needs to divert her doubts away. She can doubt her friends, teachers, or even her parents. As long as she doesn't doubt herself, she can maintain spiritual unity.

"If you don't believe me, then just try an experiment yourself. It's still early for dinner, so go down and try talking to everyone you see, or even making physical contact with them, to see if they respond. Remember, you have to be back before dinner."

Zanze hesitated for a long time, but still chose to rush out of the house and did not return home until six in the afternoon.

At this moment, she was completely exhausted, with her tender shoulders huddled together, looking like a soaked chicken.

Celia felt as if something had bitten her heart, a stinging pain she had never experienced before.

From that day on, although Zanze still stubbornly went to school every day, he had become silent and taciturn. He was like a ghost in school. No one saw him, no one heard him, and no one cared about him... but he always existed.

As the days passed and little Zanze grew up, Celia and Ivan also began to age gradually.

Aging was an unprecedented experience for Celie, as elves had almost infinite lifespans, and natural death was absolutely a thing that only existed in theory.

Feeling that various parts of her body were gradually weakening, things that were easy before became difficult, and even taking a few more steps required a long breath, Celie finally understood why humans always wanted to do as much as possible and experience as much as possible while they were young, and why they were in a hurry but seemed so busy and fulfilled.

Fulilian (Thousand Years of Past): Chapter 12 We Can't Study Together

"Zanze, happy birthday~ This is our birthday present to you."

"Thank you, Mom and Dad."

The sixteen-year-old girl took the gift box calmly, but did not open it. It was a fake thing anyway.

Whether it's the cold face or the droopy eyes that show no interest in anything, they are all very similar to the previous Celie.

"Zanze, your hair is so long, aren't you going to cut it?" Ivan asked again.

Perhaps because of Celia's genes, Zanze's height has never grown, resulting in her daughter's hair now growing to her buttocks. It feels like it would be a hassle to take care of it every day.

"No need, Dad. After all, my hair is one of the few real things that stays with me. Please don't cut it off."

"sorry."

"Why should I apologize? Dad, you didn't do anything wrong." Zanze showed a very forced smile on his face. "This is just the helplessness of fate."

Celie watched the interaction between the father and daughter and took a deep breath.

In fact, for so many years, Zanze's affairs have always made Celie very uncomfortable. After all, fundamentally speaking, she is the culprit who caused this situation.

"By the way, open the gift and take a look." Ivan said again, "Your mother worked really hard to find this."

Zanze obediently did as he was told. He had originally thought it would be something exquisite and unique, but unexpectedly it was a doodle, a family portrait that he drew with his parents when he was a child.

In this false world, there are real things after all.

"Thank you... This is a really great birthday present."

The smile on Zanze's face was finally no longer as forced as before. Although there were tears in his eyes, it was finally much more sincere.

"Zanze."

Celie softly called her daughter's name, took two steps forward, and held her in her arms.

"Eh? Mom? What are you doing... I'm not a child anymore, I'm sixteen!"

I don’t know if he was shy or simply scared, but Zanze was dancing around and looked particularly cute.

"I'm sorry, Zanze, for letting you be born into this fake world."

"Ivan, you win. This is the first time I've admitted defeat to someone, but I lost with all my heart."

"Theoretically, I have ten thousand reasons not to reproduce, but when I saw her, I realized that perhaps some things cannot be explained by reason alone."

As she spoke, Celie gently closed her eyes and stroked Zanze's soft long hair. The maternal glow emanating from her body was about to burst.

It even affected Celiai in the outside world, which made Volamei feel uneasy again.

What happened? Why did the teacher suddenly look so kind?

Celia, who had been recuperating in a chair, stood up. She placed a defensive barrier that blocked out nuclear radiation, and her physical body went directly to the ancient battlefield. She stretched out her right hand, causing countless mysterious magic arrays to spread out over the place where the illusion was formed.

"Bang bang bang."

There were constant sounds like breaking glass, and with each sound, Celie's face grew paler.

After all, this was the magic she used. She wanted to end it forcefully and bring Zanze out at the same time. The price she paid was really high.

"Click."

The illusion was completely broken, and three balls of light were carefully led out by Celie.

The golden one directly merged into her body, the black one returned to Ivan's body, and the gray one was protected by Celie with various layers of magic barriers.

This is the daughter she gave birth to in the illusion world - Zanze.

Well, it can also be said that it is a child born from a long period of spiritual connection.

In the ancient elf tree, Ivan slowly woke up, feeling as if he had had an extremely long, yet real dream. Waking up suddenly, it was difficult to distinguish between reality and the other side.

"How is the result?"

Looking at the curious brown-haired woman in front of him, Ivan spent a full second searching his memory.

Oh, it’s Volame.

"The result is super doubled." Ivan replied with a smile, and even reached out to touch Volame's head.

Such a disrespectful action was naturally avoided swiftly and earned him a lot of disdainful stares.

Volame felt that it would be rude not to reciprocate, and also wanted to give Ivan a pat on the head, but missed.

Fulilian, who was standing next to her, thought it was some new game and was eager to join in.

"Cough cough."

Celia appeared on the throne and spoke to stop their childish behavior.

"Let me announce the results. The winner of this competition is Ivan. According to the agreement, I can promise to do anything for you, but you should understand that illusions are illusions and reality is reality. I hope you can distinguish between the two."

"Anything is okay?" Ivan asked after pondering for a moment.

"Yes." Celie nodded. "By the way, although I can defeat the Demon King, I can't kill him, so if you plan to attack the Demon King, it will be in vain."

"I'll take care of the Demon King myself. He's not worth wasting this precious opportunity." Ivan stood up straight and looked at Celie, not hiding his inner desire. "My wish is simple: to make this illusion a reality."

Subtext: I want to continue to be husband and wife with you!

Celie tapped her fingers lightly on the armrest of the chair. "Now that the illusion is over, the interpersonal relationships involved are also over. Do you understand?"

Subtext: After signing this divorce agreement, don’t show that expression. It’s over between us, right?

"Then I don't have anything else for you to do. If you want to cheat, go ahead." Ivan didn't show any frustration. Instead, he had a nonchalant look as if he was letting the other person cheat.

This tactic of retreating to advance was the experience gained from living together for so many years. The proud Celie had no resistance to this tactic at all.

"No, you have to make a request of me today." Celie frowned and said, "For example, regarding Zanze's matter, don't you care at all?!"

She was probably really angry, and the injuries she had just suffered were affected, and even a stream of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.

Upon seeing this, Volame rushed over immediately, but unexpectedly, Ivan reacted even faster than her and arrived beside Celia in almost the blink of an eye.

"How is it? Is the injury serious?"

"I won't die." Celia subconsciously wiped the blood with Ivan's sleeve. "It's just a minor wound. It will be fully recovered after a hundred or two hundred years of recuperation. So... do you understand, Ivan? I am an elf, not the book-loving Celia classmate in the illusion world."

She sighed softly, as if she was isolated from the world.

"Our timings are different."

Fulilian (A Thousand Years of Past): Chapter 13: Farewell, Celia

Ivan was eventually "kicked out of the house", even though he had experienced many embarrassing incidents in the illusion world where he had upset Celia and been kicked out of the house and forced to sleep in the stairwell.

But unlike the situation where we can make up after a quarrel in one night, it will probably be a long time before I come here again.

Before being driven out of the ancient elf tree, Ivan and Celia were in a strange quarrel.