"Long time no see," the woman said, "Do you still remember me?"
Baomu and Xiaolan finally escaped from the shackles of the vines and were in a state of panic. When they saw the woman, they did not feel the joy of escaping. Instead, they felt that they had just escaped from the tiger's mouth and entered the wolf's den.
The woman was wearing a long, slim-fitting dress. With the light behind her, only a rough outline could be seen, but Xiaolan had already imagined a mature and beautiful face based on the voice.
Baomu stepped in front of Xiaolan and said, "Let Xiaolan go."
The woman chuckled softly, and the long hair scattered on her shoulders swayed slightly.
"I didn't ask you," the woman moved half a step to the right, and Xiaolan felt her eyes falling on him, "Do you still remember me, Xiaolan."
Xiaolan stood stunned and opened her mouth, but couldn't say anything.
The woman lowered her upper body slightly, stared at Xiaolan motionless for a few seconds, laughed in vain a few times, and then stood up straight again.
"That's all, it's become so small, alas - it really has changed."
"You...you know me?" After a long while, Xiaolan stammered and asked.
The woman didn't seem to expect that Xiaolan would ask such a question, and she choked for a moment, followed by another burst of airy laughter.
"This problem... oh - you... you should have known... that's all..."
"You...what do you want?" Baomu gave up trying to understand the current situation, and held Xiaolan's wrist tightly, ready to escape at any time.
"What can I do?" The woman clasped her hands on her chest and stood crookedly, "Little ancestor, what do you want from me, what do you want?"
This was said to Xiaolan.
Xiaolan was a little confused.
"Tell me," the woman said with a smile in her voice. She lifted up her skirt slightly and squatted in front of Xiaolan, "What do you want?"
Xiaolan finally saw the woman's face clearly.
What a nice view.
Xiaolan felt her breath suffocating.
The light fell into the woman's eyes, and the red world flashed in her eyes.
Just looking at this face, Xiaolan understood that the beauty that could make the whole world eclipse actually existed.
The woman's waterfall-like long hair is also blood red, and the thick hair is like a ball of flowers, which makes the snow-white face even more beautiful.
Xiaolan took a deep breath, calmed down and said, "I...we want to save Auntie."
As soon as the words came out, both Xiaolan and Baomu felt embarrassed.
Xiaolan quickly turned to look at Baomu, "Auntie called..."
The woman suddenly raised her hand to interrupt, "I know who you are talking about."
"Although you are very strong," Baomu pretended to be fierce, "but aunties... the world in the painting is so small, why are you divided into two factions?"
The woman glanced at Baomu with raised eyebrows, stood up straight, and crossed her arms.
"How did Souma describe this place to you?"
Xiaolan looked at the woman and then at Baomu.
"Auntie said...Saus is a powerful race, but they must kill all the weak people in the painting."
"But what if we don't kill them all?" The woman seemed to be wondering, "They like to interrupt the gallery's mission the most."
"What gallery mission?" Xiaolan asked as she probed her head.
The woman looked sideways at Xiaolan, smiled and shook her head.
"Oh - so be it, it won't matter in the future anyway."
Xiaolan closed her mouth.
I don't know whether it's because of the generation gap with the beauty or something else, but Xiaolan couldn't understand a word she said.
Looking at Baomu's expression again, it seems that the generation gap is universal.
The woman was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly stretched out her hand toward Xiaolan's face.
Baomu reacted quickly at this time, grabbing Xiaolan's collar and carrying her away.
"What are you going to do?!"
The woman's slender white hands paused in place, smiling helplessly.
"I promised you that you would leave?"
Xiaolan didn't hesitate and nodded directly, "We will defeat Wang Shen."
"Oh, Fitz, it is indeed him," the woman rolled up a lock of red hair and played with it, "Then what I said is right. Don't worry, he can't win against you."
"You...how do you know?" Xiaolan asked in a sullen voice.
The woman put down her hair, stared at Xiaolan and said seriously, "He can't defeat you. This is destined. The royal city will change hands."
It seems that she is not ready to tell more details.
"Then will you let Suma and the others go?" Baomu brought back the topic.
"Xiaolan wants me to let it go, so I will let it go," the woman narrowed her eyes and smiled at Xiaolan, "Who knows the rules of the next king, and if it wasn't Fitz... I have no reason to stay.
Got off."
"Where are you going?" Xiaolan blinked.
The woman tilted her head, "Where are you going?"
"Me?..." Xiaolan glanced at Baomu guiltily, "We will go to... other places."
"Then take me away."
Although I vaguely thought that a woman might say this, actually hearing it was another matter.
Xiaolan and Baomu stared at each other with big eyes and small eyes.
"How...how can I take you away?" Xiaolan asked first.
"You really want to take me away," the woman burst into laughter, "It seems that she has really changed. Forget it, I won't tease you anymore, just take this."
The woman said and threw something into Xiaolan's arms.
Xiaolan quickly grabbed it and opened her palm, which was a bell.
The surface of the bell shimmers with water-like light, with a golden-red background, and makes a gentle sound when it is shaken.
"This is……"
"Bringing it is equivalent to bringing me with you," the woman pointed to the bell, "As long as Xiaolan rings the bell, I will appear."
Xiaolan looked down at the bell, her mind full of questions, but she didn't know how to ask.
"Then I'll leave first," the woman stood up. "After we leave, Suma will no longer be a threat."
Xiaolan nodded numbly.
The problem was solved so quickly that I didn't even think about it.
The woman was very neat. As soon as she finished speaking, she waved her sleeves towards the guillotine. The tall guillotine instantly turned into countless petals and scattered in the air.
"Xiaolan, I have one last question for you," the woman turned around, "Which one do you choose, love or a world?"
"Ah?" Xiaolan didn't even hear her question clearly, "What choice? Why choose?"
With the light behind her, Xiaolan seemed to feel the woman's shoulders drooping.
Then there was another sigh.
"That's right, it should have changed a long time ago..."
As the woman finished speaking, the world in front of her slowly blurred. Finally, the woman seemed to lean over and say something in Xiaolan's ear. Before she could discern the meaning of the words, the familiar squeezing feeling appeared again.
"...Kana..."
Crackling...
Boom!
Bang!...
"Well……"
Xiaolan snorted, and before she could catch her breath, something suddenly hit her back.
Open your eyes.
Huh? Are you blind?
The thing on her back finally left, Xiaolan rubbed her eyes and opened them again.
I can see a little outline.
"Taoist Priest! Great!..."
"It's good to come back, it's good to come back... Why are you injured?... Be careful to touch the wound..."
A bright white light illuminated everything in front of him.