The language of color in Ye Luoli's Fairy Dream

Chapter 72 Healing
"Who are you, who are you... why did it appear in my memory, why, who are you!"

Yan Nian hugged her head and yelled, Yan Jue hugged her tightly, afraid that she would faint if she was not careful.

"Nian Nian, don't be afraid, brother is here, brother is here..."

"Your Highness..."

Yebai stepped forward, with unresolved sorrow in his red-golden eyes:
"Ye Luoli's magic, the seal of the world, the memory of colors, in the name of protecting fairies with colors, please be silent!"

After the words fell, a dharma imprint similar to Yan Nian's magical color imprint fell on Yan Nian.

Yan Nian, who was suffering from a splitting headache, calmed down, with tears still hanging from the corners of his eyes.

"Nian Nian, get a good night's sleep." Yan Jue hid the sadness in the cat's eyes, and put Yan Nian on the bed.

"Ye Luoli's magic, literary master's pen and ink, swaying pride, and reassuring spell."

"Master of Ceremonies." Ye Bai took the shape of a human, with silver hair cold and indifferent, and those eyes without any emotion.

"Guardian fairy Yebai, what's the matter?"

Yan Jue turned around and opened the folding fan.Princess Ice and Princess Ling also came over.

"Yebai, what happened to Niannian?"

Ye Bai pursed her pink lips like peach blossoms, her handsome face showed no emotion.

"Your Highness, her memory is too chaotic. If you remember some, it will be all."

"How about that?" Yan Jue put away his folding fan and asked.

At this time, Yan Jue lost his usual elegance and carelessness, and was very serious.

"In that case, both fairyland and human beings will perish."

Ye Bai's expression remained unchanged, but his words were so important.

"Death in the true sense of the word."

"What?! How could it be!"

Princess Ling was surprised, why?Generally, it is the changes in the human world that affect the fairyland, but why can Nian Nian...

The ice princess is also shocked, and died in the true sense, so will all this cease to exist?

"Yebai, are you exaggerating?"

The ice princess is a bit unimaginable. Will thinking about her really affect the human world and fairyland?
Ye Bai walked to the bed, looked at the sleeping Yan Nian, the coldness and indifference in the red golden eyes dissipated, and softly emerged.

"Your Highness, she is the color."

Yebai's eyes were filled with tenderness, and she straightened Yan Nian's messy hair,

"Everything in the world is made of color, including humans and fairies.

Therefore, His Highness can feel the emotion of color, unlike the master of ceremonies. "

"Not like me?"

Yan Jue is puzzled, although he is Nian Nian's older brother, he only knows that his mission is to protect Yan Nian.

As the master of ceremonies of Lingxi Pavilion, his mission is to be the princess of Lingxi Pavilion, but he has not found the princess until now.

"...Nothing, the less you know about these things, the better."

Ye Bai wanted to say it, but suddenly changed his words, looking at the girl with trembling eyelashes on the bed.

"Yebai..." A weak voice came, Yebai lowered his head, just in time to meet those black eyes that were as pure as glass.

Like the cool and gentle lotus on the snow-capped mountains, a smile bloomed on Yebai's indifferent face, soft and pampering:
"Your Highness."

"Nian Nian, you're awake!" Hearing the voice, Yan Jue turned around and smiled, relaxed.

Princess Ice and Princess Ling also looked at Yan Nian, smiling happily,
"Nian Nian, it's good if you wake up."

"Brother, why are you here?"

Yan Nian was surprised, "Don't you all have your own things to do? Why come to Fanli Hall when you have time?"

"You little girl, no matter how big the matter is, it's not as important as you!"

Yan Jue sat on the side of the bed, nodded fondly on Yan Nian's head, his eyes were soft.

After Yan Nian heard this, a smile bloomed on her pale face, and at that moment, she was absolutely beautiful.

"Okay, my little princess, brother will heal your wounds now."

"Okay." Yan Nian closed her eyes reassuringly, letting Yan Jue heal her wounds.

But they didn't know that under her obedient and calm expression, that originally clear and flawless heart was now full of scars.

"Ye Luoli's magic, literary master's pen and ink, swaying pride, the power of color, and healing words!"

Yan Jue recited the incantation, the colorful spell was like Yan Nian's spell, but the spiritual power contained in it was not half of Yan Nian's.

Bits of soft light melted into Yan Nian's body, but it made her frown painfully,
"what!"

"Your Highness!"

(End of this chapter)