She also had a day when she rolled over

She turned her head to see the red string tied around her wrist.

Father Huang said at the time that as long as he rings the bell, he will rush over no matter how far he receives the sound transmission.

She never once rang her bell.She always felt that she could handle everything, and she didn't want her father to worry about her, and she didn't want others to say that she was incompetent.

An Yiran swung her wrist, making the bells tied with red strings collide with each other to make a crisp jingling sound.

But her father did not come.

Even if it is a deep sleep, it is better to sleep all the time than to be plotted to use up the last available space in the body.An Yiran accepted the result.

He Fan finally found An Yiran and held her in his arms, "Obviously I did all of this, so what has it got to do with you?"

She took out the ancient books she brought out from the ruins in her arms, "I would like to use my soul to protect the tribe, and you will protect them for me."

Her voice was so small and insignificant that it could easily overwhelm the peace 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 on being scolded by the world." As the words fell, blood continued to flow from her mouth.

"What about you? Aren't you the most face-saving?"

"That's all behind the scenes, and it's nothing compared to you..." She stretched out her hand and wiped away the tears that slid down her cheeks with the remaining strength.

"Don't cry..." Before she could say the last half of the comforting words, her hand slipped down, her eyelashes like crow feathers were closed, lifeless.

"Why do you think I will survive."

He slumped on the ground, allowing her head to rest on his lap in a comfortable position, and the picture looked quiet and desolate.

Usually, the appearance of a girl is always startled and vigorous, full of vitality everywhere.

She always repays her kindness and revenge, she must be very concerned about what others say about her as a witch, and she hates others who bully her cherished person.

The Three Realms ruined her reputation, and the demons are all lackeys of power. They are just guarding 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 everything for what he wants.

So he is sad but he is also very easy to get out of sadness.

In one second, He Yun, who was still holding An Yiran, fell beside her in the next.

A lotus rose out of Wen Lan's mana, and she gathered the souls of the two who had not dissipated into it, transporting energy continuously with mana.

Chao Sheng, the sword spirit, finally struggled to break free from the shackles, breaking through the seal and turning into a human form.

"I'm still one step too late..." He was disheartened, if he had been a moment earlier, he might have saved the two of them.

"You know, what they are going to do can't be changed by anyone. It's not your fault."

"Everything has a cause and effect, and all fate is a principle, which cannot be taxed."

It turns out that the so-called legend is not a record of what happened, but an ancient prophecy.

Ever since the Demon Zun Yuheng Hengkong was born, everything seems to be getting closer to that legend.Everyone should pay attention to it, but it seems that there is a consensus, and they all keep silent about the legend.

There is a kind of people in the world, they don't believe in ghosts and gods, they believe that man will conquer the sky, but human beings still can't get rid of the limit of life; but these gods and demons are very clear in their hearts, everything in the world has traces to follow.

Therefore, whether it is the Celestial Clan who always prides itself on justice or the Demon Clan who has always been at odds with other clans, they all choose to believe this legend for their own benefit.

Although Mozun Yuheng is the position of Mozun who was punched by himself, it is precisely because of this that he is more afraid of losing his power than others.

So he is less willing to gamble than others.

For the Celestial Clan, no noble and capable prince can compare to the interests of the whole clan, let alone a prince who is dedicated to other clans.

Wen Lan's fingers stroked the outline of the lotus, and she watched two weak souls, one gold and one blue, intertwined in the middle, more precisely, the golden soul wrapped around the weak blue soul.

The blue was so pale that it was about to disappear.

Wen Lan sighed, she finally knew that the world would soon be destroyed, and the Flower Cultivator who escaped was herself.

She touched the lotus leaves with her fingertips. Once An Yiran could wake her up, she was willing to wait thousands of years to take care of her.

To her, these times are not very long, just like a long dream.

The sunlight flicked through the window, and the shadows of the flowers moved forward.

Everything seems to be just in the blink of an eye, the golden soul that has passed 3 years has become more and more clear, and sometimes even flutters around in the lotus, but the blue soul is curled up in a ball at every turn.

Still quietly huddled in the corner.

Wen Lan's main hall is still deserted. Since the Celestial Clan was wiped out, almost no one has climbed into this temple for 3 years.

But she and Chao Sheng are also happy at ease.

It also deals with disputes of various ethnic groups and teaches those who covet the location of the temple every once in a while.

Chao Shengqi saw a sound coming from the Bingdilian plant, and then they realized that He Fan had completely recovered, but he was still hiding here and didn't want to come out, and he didn't want to talk to them.

He didn't say anything, actually Wen Lan Chaosheng didn't have anything to say to him, so everyone didn't bother each other, but Wen Lan still came to see the situation of Lianhua from time to time.

In the rest of the time, she looked all over the world, mountains, rivers and rivers.

In an instant, thunderclouds took hold.

The roar of thunder seemed to be releasing coercion, almost smashing the temple into pieces.

He Fan immediately jumped out of the lotus, because once the flower died, the last trace of An Yiran's soul inside would also disappear.

He kept moving forward, but he found that more and more thunderclouds were gathering towards this side. No matter where he hid, there were always a few clouds covering the Bingdilian plant.

In the end, he chose to return to the lotus.

He took the initiative to cut off the meridians in his whole body. Lei Yun felt the disappearance of the immortal power, maybe he felt bored, and slowly dispersed.

He knew that he couldn't wait for her to wake up.

In that case, becoming a demon or becoming a god doesn't make much sense to him, and the continuous protection and self-righteous infatuation day after day should also end.

He left a note and told Wen Lan - don't hang up.

Then he took the lotus back to the underwater ruins, and the Sea Emperor was sleeping in the center. He used his last strength to put the lotus beside An Haiping.

Then he lay there too, lifeless.

"I'm back!" An Yiran's soul finally escaped from the mermaid plane.

After she died, she should have left the world immediately, but Wen Lan could hold back her own soul and do bad things with good intentions, so she could only be forced to stay in that lotus flower.

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 3 years in the lotus, but after returning to the space, her emotions were cleared up a lot.