Her Hobby (2)
Translator:EndlessFantasy TranslationEditor:EndlessFantasy Translation
She pointed at the rest of them.
Di Hao, Fan Qianshi, and the pink candle dragon were three respective ice statues. As soon as she pointed at them, they were immediately shattered into broken ice cubes and became part of the thick snow on the ground.
“Hao Er!” Gu Xijiu could feel her head spinning in agony. With a shriek, she uttered his name in an expression of terror. As a result, her chest was immediately filled with ice as soon as she called out his name. It was a terrible feeling.
She had come all the way here to save her son, but he was shattered into pieces in an instant. What was the point of it all?
She could not even save the life of her own son. Perhaps, there was truly no point in living, anyway. She should probably just wither and die.
“Yes, just wither and die,” the voice echoed again, trying to convince her to give up.
Gu Xijiu closed her eyes, seemingly ready to give up. However, a sudden realization dawned on her.
Something was not right.
Hao Er and Little Pink had told her some stories about the woman. Little Pink was recognized as a crucial element to the sustainability of the desert. Everyone else could be turned into ice except that creature. Otherwise, it would not be able to survive this long.
Alarmed, she looked around at the expanse of white snow. The snow had sluiced down over the earth, covering everything in white. Di Hao, Fan Qianshi, and the pink candle dragon were no longer with her. Only the lady was present. She was looking at her with a charming smile.
This must be an illusion, no doubt.
She needed a way out. There must be a way to escape!
Gu Xijiu’s face was turning paler by the second, but she was not ready to give up.
“Mother!” A voice could be heard calling out loud to her from afar. “Mother, you are the God of Creation! You cannot let yourself die!”
Like morning bells, these words came across her mind like a loud, deafening reminder.
At the same time, she was suddenly reminded of a series of spells that could be used to break free from illusions.
It was her last possible hope, so she had to try. Eagerly, she put it to use and started reciting the spells in her mind.
All of a sudden, the entire view changed. Gu Xijiu opened her eyes, only to see the stubborn ice around Gu Xijiu’s body slowly melting away.
However, dark clouds still filled the sky, sending snowflakes down the earth. The lady in white still stood in the snow, with her eyes locked intently at her.
For a brief moment, Gu Xijiu thought that she was still trapped in her nightmare.
But very soon, the sight of her son changed her mind.
Di Hao’s little body was already half-buried in the snow. He could be seen performing a spell in a determined effort to stay alive. As soon as their eyes met, he was immediately relieved. “Mother, you are finally awake.”
Gu Xijiu was relieved that her son was alive, and there was more reason for her to stay hopeful.
She turned around and wanted to check Fan Qianshi’s current state.
He did not freeze at all. In fact, he behaved quite normally, except for his deathly pale complexion.He stood in a stiff position as if trying to perform a spell.
Gu Xijiu caught his eyes, and the man could not help but remark, “Not bad. You made it back by yourself,” he scornfully said with a smile.
His voice was a little hoarse, however. His casual and elegant aura was no longer the same. In fact, he still looked a little stiff. His smile was also rather creepy.
Gu Xijiu never liked him, so his creepy smile just made her feel even more disgusted. “Of course, I never thought to see you alive, though,” she answered with heavy irony.
Fan Qianshi remained silent.
Meanwhile, the pink candle dragon caught her attention. The creature was well and alive, but not at its finest state. Scared, it stayed still in a squatting position. Only its eyes moved around, and as soon as it saw Gu Xijiu. It heaved a sigh of relief.