Chapter 59 I am immortal

Qilin lowered her head and saw that An Lan's eyes were dull and lifeless. Although it was not clear whether his pupils were dilated due to the angle, Qilin felt that maybe, maybe, maybe...

The atmosphere has been heightened to this point. Is An Lan really dead?

"An Lan!!!!"

Qilin instantly broke through her defenses and roared out An Lan's name sadly, even more sad than Er Qiao when Caesar died in "JoJo Battle Trend".

An Lan, who was lying in Qilin's arms, suddenly trembled, coughed twice and whispered: "I'm sorry, I suddenly forgot my words..."

Qilin:......

Didn't you say you could sing? You forgot the words after just four words, which made me think you couldn't hold on anymore.

Following the accompaniment, An Lan continued to sing the next lyrics.

"Say softly that the long road is about to pass

Finally arrived at a bright and sunny day

Jumping for joy

Like the red sun distributing golden arrows..."

Just after singing these four lines, An Lan's voice suddenly stopped again.

But after the sudden jam just now, Qilin was obviously prepared this time. She hugged An Lan and smiled and said: "Did you suddenly forget the lyrics again?

He also said that he likes "A Better Tomorrow" and Chow Yun-fat, and he can't even sing the entire theme song "Love in the Past".

If you really can’t sing, just play the song directly. It’s just accompaniment and you can’t see the lyrics.”

An Lan didn't reply.

Qilin instinctively felt that something was wrong. According to An Lan's habit, he would definitely interrupt and say something flirty at this time. Being silent was not his style.

Qilin looked down again and realized that An Lan had closed her eyes unknowingly, and the cigarette in her mouth had accumulated a long length of ash.

If someone was smoking, the tobacco at the front of the cigarette would suddenly burn regularly, but the cigarette in An Lan's mouth did not.

Qilin couldn't believe it and couldn't accept it. She still forced a smile and babbled: "By the way, your Cantonese is really bad.

You speak English, Japanese and Italian very well, but why does Cantonese sound like a construction site?

But let’s not forget that it’s not the mainlanders from the Guangdong and Guangxi regions who speak Cantonese. It’s really just your taste. Only those who are half-informed can feel it better.”

An Lan still didn't answer.

Qilin was silent for a long time this time. Her heart, which had been broken down several times by An Lan, was on the verge of collapse again. It seemed that this sudden death without making a sound was more in line with reality.

Could it be...

While Qilin was thinking wildly, An Lan, who had fallen asleep because she was too tired, suddenly opened her eyes again, listened to the accompaniment and continued singing "The Love of the Year".

"When I look at your eyes, the warmth is electrified

The dream in my heart has not changed at all

Today I try to be side by side with you again

The love of that year is fresh again

I really won’t be able to sing anymore.”

The lyrics of many songs are actually the verse and chorus repeated twice. You only need to remember the first half, because the lyrics in the second half have not changed at all.

"Love in the Past" is different. The lyrics in the second half are slightly different. An Lan really doesn't remember it.

Qilin was slightly speechless and complained in shock: "You almost scared me to death. You closed your eyes all of a sudden. I thought you were dead."

"How could I die?"

An Lan smiled and said: "I am the prince of the blood clan. If I die, there will be no proof that the blood clan ever existed in this universe.

I can't die, and I won't die, never."

The lifeless An Lan suddenly came to life again, his heart beating more powerfully, and his breathing becoming more and more steady.

Qilin, who was holding An Lan in her arms, could also feel this change, and vaguely understood that An Lan would indeed not die, at least not this time.

"How is it possible that someone can avoid death?"

Qilin hugged An Lan and asked with concern: "By the way, what is the belief that supports your survival?"

Is it love, a dream, or what?

Qilin desperately wanted to know the answer to this question.

“Do people need a reason to live?”

An Lan asked back and said, "I just want to live.

Not caring about anyone or anything, just simply wanting to live, wanting to be carefree, carefree and wonderful, this is the instinct of living things."

This is what people without love and dreams are like.

Qilin was slightly disappointed. This was not the answer she wanted to hear, but she could vaguely feel that An Lan was telling the truth.

Although he seems to be able to get along well with anyone, he is such a person in his heart and has never paid attention to anything other than himself.

"It must be painful."

Qilin hugged An Lan and whispered softly: "I remember Oda Nobunaga said this in his desperate poem:

Fifty years of human life are like a dream and an illusion compared with heaven and earth. How can a person who is alive once be immortal?

In just a few decades, it is no more than a speck of dust compared to the universe, and even compared to the life of the earth, it is very short.

So you must always have a dream and a goal to strive for, and try to leave something behind.

Leave something behind to prove that you have been in this world after death. I think this is why people have dreams that transcend life and death."

"Beyond life and death, haha."

An Lan chuckled and said disdainfully: "I, An Lan, have looked down at the eternity and am used to seeing life and death.

I will live until the end of the universe. When the universe is destroyed, I will escape from here or open up a new world.

I will live longer than anyone or anything, so I don’t need to dream or obsess about those things. My survival is enough to prove that I have been in this world before.”

Qilin sighed, "That's why I hate you super soldiers the most."

I talk about philosophy and relationships with you, and you talk about longevity with me, and you directly use your life span to shatter my outlook on life and values. How can we continue to talk?

"I ran out of cigarettes, give me another one." An Lan suddenly reminded.

Qilin was speechless and took out another cigarette for An Lan to refill.

Although she was speechless, Qilin felt a sense of joy that she was surviving the disaster. Looking at her increasingly energetic appearance, An Lan really would not die.

Even if the average person comes back to the light again, it won't last this long, right?

Afterwards, the two chatted about a lot, from childhood memories to celebrity gossip, from interesting life stories to film and television news.

Just like before.

More than half an hour later, the sound of helicopter propellers circling came from the sky.

"Bang!"

Hanhan Lena couldn't wait to open the door of the helicopter, and with a whoosh, it fell from the sky. After landing like a Gaia, a giant boy came straight to An Lan.

An Lan, who had regained some mobility, stood up slowly with the help of Qilin. As soon as he stood up, Reina ran over and touched her hands randomly.

While touching it, Reina exclaimed: "Damn it, store manager, your recovery power is almost stronger than my divine body.

This wound and this bone stubble have just been repaired. At this rate, you will be able to regain your basic mobility in more than half an hour.

By the way, you have a pretty good figure."

Qilin glared at Rena, pay attention to your paws, I haven't even touched them!

Recommend a new book from a friend, the title is: "I Popularize Science About Chinese Gods in Another World"

This is the story of a Chinese god who transformed the world.

The protagonist Qin Ping, with the Chinese God System, travels to a different world where the Chinese Gods have not awakened.

Then the end of the outer gods came.

"Who is it? Saying that I am a godless person in China?"
Chapter completed!