Moroje River sat against the wall, her body dim. Icha sat down against the wall opposite her, noticing that her eyes were following him closely.
"Ama'an is dead," Icha said.
Moro Yelifu's pupils trembled violently to find out the remaining half of the sentence "I killed him." Needless to say.
He looked down at the wound on his chest. The wound has begun to scab over, but is far from healed. The life energy that can be used now is too scarce.
To check or use "connection" to close the chest. The burned and chapped skin could not recover, and he still felt severe pain all over his body.
Raising his head, Moro Yelifu was still staring at him.
"Ask." Yi Cha leaned back and closed his eyes to rest.
He could still feel the silver dragon's gaze, like ice needles.
Dream eyes. he was thinking. If he was in a good mood and was of her own race, he might not feel sorry for her. It is obviously unfair for any individual to have such a sudden burden of fate.
As for why she was here, he had probably guessed it.
His arrangement - the next derailed actions of the giant and the djinn will be a heavy blow to the dragon's psychology. The dragons probably saw this as an act of utter betrayal. On the one hand, he was angry, on the other hand, he was frightened.
But they were powerless to stop it.
When unable to stop it, anger and panic will spread. Moroje River, who was traveling with him, must have lost the trust of Yamaan and Bolozir. Although the attitude of the black dragon Modong was ambiguous, he could only make such a comforting decision: a small Punish Moro Yelifu and imprison her.
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As for himself... there was no such thing as trust, and he was naturally greeted with pure anger.
Escalated anger. Not only the anger of repeated suspicions, the anger of being repeatedly bullied, but also the anger extended by the betrayal of Moroje River - the anger that he may have been the instigator.
The impulsive red dragon Yaman died for this rage.
At this point, no matter what Mo Dong was thinking, on the surface, in order to consider the emotions of the remaining green dragon Bolozir, the black dragon had to temporarily restrict his actions.
It's that simple. Apart from……
"I don't know why you gave up."
Moro Yelifu finally spoke, "You can kill the red dragon in the form of destruction. Then we should be no threat to you. And I know that you have other things to do... Why did you accept the offer? Modon locked you up here?"
There was an awkward sarcasm in Silver Dragon's tone - as if she was forcing herself to add it because it was not her nature. "Or do you feel a little ashamed or guilty?"
Yi Cha pursed his lips. "Don't make me laugh. It will hurt my wounds if I laugh now."
"Then why did you lock yourself in this dungeon? Don't say it was forced by Modon. He would never risk forcing you..."
"because of you."
Unexpectedly, Moro Yelifu did not fight back for a long time. After a long time, there was a slight rustling sound.
Icha raised his eyes.
She found that Yinlong's eyes were wide open, and crystal-like tears rolled down her cheeks.
"You'd better not cry." He frowned slightly, "This is an excessive consumption of energy."
Moroje River bit her lip, but more tears kept falling from her face like a bursting dam. Yi Cha suddenly discovered that she was much thinner than when they first met, almost emaciated.
"Don't cry!" he said. Really. He was busy recovering his body and didn't want to use any spells or "commands".
What did he just say? Why is she crying?
Mengyan continued to cry. As if some switch was turned on, she hugged her legs, put her head on her knees, and whined. Yi Cha had no choice but to walk to her side.
"Morroje River Nigelfager."
He grabbed her shoulders and raised her head, preparing to block her tear ducts. Moro Yelifu seemed to have no strength at all, and her body fell into his arms.
All the burns on the chest, abdomen, shoulders, and one arm began to scream. The next moment, the left wrist also started screaming - Moroje River grabbed it.
"Moro Yelifu..."
Icha took a short breath, but almost immediately, he felt the burning pain in his shoulders disappear.
He reluctantly turned his head to look and saw the silver dragon's tears falling on his shoulders - the skin on it had returned to its original appearance and was as healed as before.
Another tear fell on the back of his right hand, and the pain there disappeared for a moment.
Without any hesitation, he immediately raised Moro Yelifu's forehead with his right hand and hit it hard.
Silver Dragon's expression froze, and he fell backwards like a puppet out of line, holding her against the wall.
In the Sorrow of Broken Dreams, the giant dragon could not sleep or faint, so Moroje River just closed his eyes slightly, and then quickly opened his eyes to look at him.
Fortunately, her tears finally stopped.
Emotional stripping is Taliliqi's specialty, but the great life master also emphasized that this is a psychic thrust that can only be used with the structure of the tendrils of the man spirit. It is useless to forcefully cast the spell. He just gave it a try.
But judging from Moro Yelifu's appearance, the emotional stripping technique he released must have worked.
"Is everything okay?" Yi Cha asked.
Moroje River looked at him blankly, then raised his head slightly, showing an extremely sad expression. He felt bad about checking his heart - but now that his body had recovered a little, he didn't pause and immediately popped out the thin connecting wire to block the silver dragon's tear glands.
It turns out that the peeling technique I used was still useless. He thought to himself.
Here, Moroje River was leaning against the wall, silent, her body trembling slightly, and her mood was obviously the same as before. Yi Cha glanced at her, held her face, and wiped away the remaining tears with his thumbs.
Moro Yelifu's eyelashes couldn't help trembling, she shrank and stopped crying without tears: "...What to do?"
Dragon Tears are precious crystals. It shouldn't be wasted. Besides, it would be of great benefit to him now. Yi Cha thought for a while but did not say these words.
He wiped some of the dragon tears on his wrists and ankles, paused, and then said, "I want to ask you about the ancestor's dream."
Moro Yelifu's eyes stiffened. After losing a lot of energy crystals, she looked even more tired, her light was dim, and she was just a pale and wooden silhouette sitting there.
Thinking and speaking out now seemed like huge hurdles for her to overcome.
"They are called the Triangle of Creation...and the Lamp of Confusion." After a while, she said in a weak voice.
"What else?" Yi Qian asked.
A hint of confusion appeared on Moro Yelifu's tired face, "No more."
Icha didn't doubt her answer. "I know."
He thought for a second and adjusted his question: "They are the two people today. But have you heard of legends or rumors - unrealistic ones are also acceptable. Are there other possibilities for the ancestor's dream?" "
Moroje River's eyes slid to the floor and paused for a long, long time.
"Yes," she finally said. "There seems to be such a song."
"Do you remember the words?"
"The five stars above the cradle, two of them we sing...I think...maybe it's what you said..."
