She turned her head and saw the red rope tied around her wrist.
My father said at the time that as long as he shook the bell, he would come over no matter how far away he received the message.
She never rang her bell once. She always felt that she could handle everything. She didn't want her father to worry and she didn't want others to say she was incompetent.
An Yiran moved her wrist, causing the bells tied with red ropes to collide and make a crisp tinkling sound.
But her father did not come.
Even if it is a deep sleep, sleeping all the time is better than being plotted to use up the last bit of usefulness in the body. An Yiran accepted this result.
He Min, who finally found An Yiran, held her in his arms, "I obviously did all this, what does it have to do with you?"
She took out the ancient book she brought from the ruins in her arms, "I am willing to use my soul to protect my people, and you can protect them for me."
Her voice was so small that it could easily drown out the calmness around her.
But he leaned over her ear and heard every word clearly.
She said: "You still have to live... I don't want you to live and be reviled by the world." As the words fell, blood continued to overflow from her mouth.
"What about you? Aren't you the most honorable person?"
"Those are all things that happened behind me, and they are nothing compared to you..." She reached out and used her remaining strength to wipe away the tears that fell from his cheeks.
"Don't cry..." Before she could say the second half of the comforting words, her hand slipped down, and her crow-feather eyelashes were closed, lifeless.
"Why do you think I will survive?"
He collapsed on the ground, letting her head rest on his lap in a comfortable position. The scene looked quiet and desolate.
But usually the appearance of a girl is always startling and vigorous, full of vitality everywhere.
She always repays kindness and revenge. She must be very concerned about others calling her a witch, and she even hates others for bullying the people she cherishes.
The three realms ruined her reputation. The monsters were all lackeys of power. They were just protecting their own power, not justice.
He feels numb to all this. After all, he is not the kind of person who cherishes the world. He is also the kind of person who is willing to do whatever it takes to get what he wants.
So he was sad but he also escaped from sadness easily.
One second, He Min, who was still holding An Yiran, fell next to her the next second.
A lotus suddenly rose up from Wen Lan's mana. She gathered the two souls that had not yet dispersed into it, and used her mana to continuously transport energy.
Sword Spirit Chaosheng finally struggled to break free of his shackles, breaking through the seal and turning into a human form.
"I'm still a step too late..." He looked frustrated. If he had been that moment earlier, he might have been able to save the two of them.
"You know, no one can change what they're going to do, and it's not your fault."
"Everything has cause and effect, and all fates are principles and cannot be taxed."
It turns out that the so-called legend is not a record of what happened, but comes from ancient prophecies.
Ever since Demon Lord Yu Heng was born, everything seems to be moving closer to that legend. Everyone should obviously pay attention to it, but there seems to be a consensus and they all keep silent about the legend.
There is a kind of people in the world who do not believe in ghosts and gods, but believe that man can conquer heaven. However, human beings still cannot escape the limit of life span. However, these gods and demons know very well in their hearts that everything in the world has its traces.
Therefore, both the Celestial Clan, which always prides itself on justice, and the Demon Clan, which is always at odds with other races, chose to believe this legend for their own benefit.
Although the Demon Lord Yuheng was the Demon Lord, he was able to achieve the position of the Demon Lord with each punch, but precisely because of this, he was more afraid of losing his power than others.
So he is less willing to gamble than others.
For the Celestial Clan, no matter how noble and capable the prince is, it cannot compare with the interests of the entire clan, let alone a prince who is devoted to other clans.
Wen Lan's fingers stroked the outline of the lotus, and she looked at two weak souls, one golden and one blue, intertwined in the middle. To be more precise, the golden soul wrapped the weak blue soul.
The blue was so light that it was about to dissipate.
Wen Lan sighed, she finally knew that when the world was about to be destroyed, the flower fairy who escaped was actually herself.
She teased the lotus leaves with her fingertips. If An Yiran could wake her up once, then she would be willing to wait thousands of years to take care of her.
To her, these times were not very long, just like a long dream.
The sunlight flickers by outside the window, and the shadows of flowers on the table move forward.
Everything seemed to happen in the blink of an eye. The golden soul that had passed for 30,000 years became clearer and clearer. Sometimes it would even fly around in the lotus, but the blue soul curled up in a ball. at every turn.
Still huddled quietly in the corner.
Wen Lan's main hall is still deserted. Since the Celestial Clan was wiped out, almost no one has entered this temple in the past 30,000 years.
But she and Chao Sheng were also happy.
From time to time, he would deal with some disputes between various tribes and teach those who coveted the location of the temple a lesson.
At night when the tide was rising, they saw a noise coming from the lotus plant. Then they realized that He Min had completely recovered, but he was still hiding here and refused to come out or talk to them.
He didn't say anything. In fact, Wen Lan Chaosheng didn't have anything good to say to him, so everyone didn't disturb each other, but Wen Lan would still come to check on Lotus from time to time.
In the remaining time, she saw all the mountains and rivers in the world.
In an instant, thunderclouds loomed overhead.
The roar of thunder seemed to be releasing pressure, almost splitting the temple into powder.
He Min immediately jumped out of the lotus, because once the flower died, the remaining soul of An Yiran inside would also disappear.
He kept moving forward, but he found that more and more thunderclouds were gathering here. No matter where he hid, there were always a few clouds covering the lotus.
Finally, he chose to return to the lotus.
He took the initiative to cut off the meridians all over his body. Lei Yun felt the disappearance of the immortal power. Perhaps he felt bored and slowly dispersed.
He knew he couldn't wait for her to wake up.
In this case, whether he becomes a demon or a god doesn't mean much to him anymore. The continued protection and self-righteous infatuation day after day should end.
He left a note and told Wen Lan - don't hang up.
Then he took the lotus back to the underwater ruins. The Emperor of the Sea was sleeping in the center. He used his last strength to place the lotus next to An Haiping.
Then he also lay there, lifeless.
"I'm back!" An Yiran's soul finally left the mermaid plane.
She should have left the world immediately after her death, but she didn't expect Wen Lan to be able to collect a bit of her soul and do bad things with good intentions, so she was forced to stay in the lotus.
In fact, she could hear all the sounds outside, but this trace of soul could not support her to open her eyes and speak.
She was indeed sad during the 30,000 years in the lotus, but after returning to the space, her emotions were cleared up a lot.
