Star Iron, but the amount of animation

Mei didn't care about his casualness and answered calmly.

"It's been so long...Should I call you by your last name first? The thunderbolt, right?"

"You can call me whatever you want."

"Row."

The boy looked out the window and sighed.

"Old Lei."

Although Mei herself said that she could call her anything, this name still made her stunned and she was unable to react for a while.

"Do you think you sometimes feel empty inside?"

An Jing narrowed his eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

"It's as if... I lost something... somewhere I don't know."

Mei lowered her head, looking thoughtful.

"Well, forget it."

The boy suddenly waved his hand again and told her not to think about it.

The main reason was that he suddenly remembered that this person's home planet had been cut in half, and it seemed that there was nothing left to lose, so it seemed a bit unethical to ask this question.

"I don't give birth occasionally because I have nothing to lose. But if it's just the feeling of emptiness, I seem to experience it every moment."

It’s over.

An Jing felt that his already not very optimistic merits and virtues were at least reduced by half just because of this one move.

“Haha, that’s good.”

He laughed awkwardly twice and then fell silent.

"Where I come from, if people have this kind of premonition, it means something bad must have happened and they should take action."

Mei looked at him: "You should do something."

"Come on. I don't even know where I am now. What else can I do except stare at you on this rotten boat with nothing on it? Pray for you, Nia?"

An Jing was a little disdainful. He thought, do I need you to remind me of this? How could he not know about the bloody plot of the groove?

"Well, pray."

Who would have thought that this young man with a weird look on his face would actually look at him seriously and ask him to pray.

The boy thought about it and felt that he couldn't blame her.

After all, looking at the kimono and wooden sandals she wore at the beginning, we can probably guess what the style of her hometown is.

People in that place really like to do this kind of thing, it's just a local custom.

"Oh... okay."

He lay back in his chair, wondering what to pray for.

As a result, he lost consciousness as soon as he closed his eyes.

The boy seemed to be surrounded by a ball of darkness, which was like a stream, carrying him towards somewhere unknown.

An Jing knew that he seemed to be dreaming, and it was not a simple dream, but this feeling was a bit novel. He was also curious about where he was going, so he just went with the flow.

They carried him into a dark ocean, at the deepest part of which was a bubble emitting a gentle white light, and he walked towards it.

In a trance, his consciousness seemed to melt into the bubble. The empty and ethereal consciousness took shape. The darkness around his vision faded away. The unfamiliar white light was a bit dazzling, and An Jing couldn't help rubbing his eyes.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw a completely different scene.

The unchanging plant wall and the woman who seemed never bored disappeared, and standing in front of him was a woman in shackles, looking tired and embarrassed.

He looked very familiar, but the difference in temperament was so big that An Jing was a little hesitant to recognize him.

And what's even more strange is, why did I become shorter?

He looked down at his hands. They were small and too damn pink.

There were still long black hair hanging by his ears. He touched it upwards and wondered why he had horns growing on it.

No, whose body have I entered?

Just as he was wondering, he heard a scolding in his ears.

"Bai Lu! You can't be so casual here!"

An Jing turned his head and saw an old monk named Chiming leaning on a cane, puffing his beard and glaring.

"Why the hell are you talking so much nonsense? You want to interfere even when I touch myself? Go where it's cooler."

He was already unhappy because his height, which was not tall to begin with, had shrunk further. How could he tolerate a little brat who only looked older than him and whose actual age, added together, was probably not even as old as him, bossing him around?

"..."

The old man was speechless for the first time, staring in amazement, as if he couldn't believe what he heard.

"you you?!"

He pointed at An Jing and finally reacted, his whole body shaking with anger.

"I said, get out of here and shut up, do you understand?"

A flash of scarlet flashed in the black-haired girl's eyes, and the roots of her hair began to gradually spread pure white. An extremely dangerous aura of nothingness spread out from her body, dyeing everything black and white. The old man suddenly woke up and retreated several steps in horror. The surrounding cloud riders instantly surrounded the girl, holding up shields and guns.

The annoying things were finally gone. An Jing exhaled the foul air, and the white turned back to black, and the breath of nothingness was also completely retracted.

Neither abundance nor hunting could be brought over, and I didn’t expect that the only thing I could use was nothingness.

He finally had time to look around carefully.

Ignoring the cloud riders that surrounded her, An Jing observed where he was currently.

Why does it feel like... some kind of trial scene?

He looked at the large dragon girl in shackles at the center of the venue with some confusion.

"Dan Feng?"

Damn it, he really couldn't stand the innocent baby voice coming out of his mouth.

An Jing almost couldn't hold himself back when he was scolding that old man just now.

But the dragon girl didn't seem to care about this. Her eyes, which were already filled with hesitation and expectation because of An Jing's previous performance, finally turned into joy at this moment, and a line of tears flowed across her face, which was clearly filled with a smile.

The young man sighed and walked towards the Dragon Girl. The Cloud Riders in that direction retreated one after another and no one dared to stop him.

They looked towards the general on the main throne, asking for instructions, but they saw that the general's expression seemed somewhat similar to that of the sinner in the center, with his mouth slightly open, in disbelief.

For a moment, no one in the hall dared to move.

"What's going on here?"

An Jing walked in front of Dan Feng and his eyes suddenly turned dark.

He could only reach the woman's waist and abdomen now. He wanted to wipe her tears, but he couldn't reach her even if he jumped.

"Did you rebel? Or were you rebelled against?"

"I......"

Dan Feng looked down into the girl's eyes, his lips humming.

"I have committed a heinous crime and must be punished by shedding my scales and undergoing reincarnation."

"A heinous crime? How heinous is it? Come and let me hear it."

The dragon girl just shook her head.

"I am satisfied to see you one last time before being tortured."

She didn't think of escaping, this was the punishment she deserved.

So many Chiming people and the Yunqi Army died, and it was all because of her. Dan Feng had no face to face the Chiming elders again.

"What do you mean?"

An Jing was a little confused: "Are you really rebelling?"

"Roughly the same......"

The dragon girl squatted down, as if she wanted to hug the girl.

An Jing quickly stepped back and dodged: "Don't hug me, this is not my own body, I have to be responsible for it."

Dan Feng chuckled. She was always amused by the boy, even at times like this.

"It doesn't matter. Bai Lu won't care."

"Real or not, then you can hold it."

So the two vidyadharas embraced each other, and the dragon girl found a familiar sense of security in that strange body.

I feel relieved at this point.

Volume 1: Chapter 140: Arrogant at first and respectful later, it makes people laugh when thinking about it.

"Hey, hey, hey, stop, stop, could you please stop looking like you're ready to die with relief? I want to ask you something."

An Jing quickly called for a stop.

How could he bear this?

The boy didn't come there to see this. It would be fine if he wasn't there, but now that he's here, how could he really let her die?

But the dragon girl gently pushed her away and just shook her head.

"Too many innocent people lost their lives because of my momentary confusion... those who loved me, those who hated me... every time I close my eyes, the scenes of the Chiming tribe who should have been happy and harmonious fighting each other will appear before my eyes... I don't want to embarrass you even more."

As she spoke, some blue and white silk threads grew and overlapped, becoming dense layer after layer until they turned into a blue and white egg, completely wrapping Dan Feng up, so that the dragon girl could no longer be seen.

An Jing lowered his head, smiled a little helplessly, and put his left hand around his right shoulder and scratched his neck.

Really cool.

But what could he do?

Although the boy had no idea of ​​the whole situation, it was obvious that he couldn't get over it in his heart.

How can I persuade this...

Hey.

He took two steps back and looked at the Vimalakirti egg which had become crystal clear.

Now, it seems that there is one less person.

But this one seems a little different.

An Jing held his forehead and closed his eyes.

At the end of their lives, the Vidyadharas need to return to a special body of water, the "Ancient Sea", to form pearl-like eggs, wait for the shells to break, and then emerge from the water and land on the ground again as young children. This cycle repeats itself, and the Vidyadharas are immortal. However, after rebirth, the Vidyadharas will lose most of their past memories, so this can also be called "reincarnation" in a sense.

Rather than having the same body or the same personality, An Jing prefers to use memory to determine whether a person is the person he knows.

He would not regard the person who came out of the egg as Dan Feng's second life. That would be disrespectful to both Dan Feng and the newborn.

So, it seemed that the young man really had lost an old friend.

More than friends...

Even when facing the hunting arrows, An Jing didn't think that he would feel any worse than he did now.

He would rather take a few more shots.

"Okay, okay...as long as you're happy."

The young man lowered his head, put his hands on his waist, and spread his hands towards the Vajra Egg as if talking to himself.

Then he turned around and glanced around.

"Can anyone tell me what year it is now?"

An Jing really couldn't help but wonder how many years he had been floating in the universe. Wasn't the change in this fairy boat too great?

No one answered his question, but a famous Cloud Rider Guard took a step forward and shouted, "Who the hell are you?!"