Just because a boundary is broken, it doesn't mean that a boundary monument appears.
"Then what is your...what is your obsession?"
Xiaolan hurriedly grabbed Hua Cong's hand, but missed it.
Hua Cong's body has become translucent and can no longer be touched.
Is it a flower branch? Is it a seedling? Or...
Xiaolan's eyes lit up, and an idea came to mind. As the idea appeared, the sound of Huacong's stream suddenly floated into Xiaolan's ears.
Everything is so holy and solemn.
"Xiao Lan, I entrust you with my last wish," Hua Cong extended his nearly transparent right hand in the direction of Xiao Lan and declared, "End the evil in Lianshui Village and save those six children."
But……
Xiaolan frowned, but when she saw that the flowers were disappearing little by little from bottom to top, she quickly took out a shiny thing from her pocket.
He stretched out his right hand and flattened his palm. Lying on the palm of his hand was the sharp but shining hairpin of Huazong.
"Hua Cong, and this, I'll give it back to you."
The translucent flowers smiled, and the smile was full of illusory beauty.
"Keep it, Xiaolan. If possible, let it protect you instead of me."
"But the children are already..."
"I'm leaving, Xiaolan," Hua Cong interrupted gently, "After the world disappears, I can have freedom again. Maybe when the obsession is completed, we will meet again. Thank you Xiaolan, no matter what, I will
I will always remember you..."
Hua Cong's sincere confession gradually faded away, and Xiao Lan still maintained the gesture of extending her palm, with only the hairpin shining in her palm accompanying her.
Everything around has already begun to change, like an ink painting wetted by rain. The house, the color, and the empty bluestone path are all smudged with layers of color, but the color itself is becoming more and more colorful.
The shallower.
Xiaolan lowered her head and looked at her feet. When she moved away, there were circles of ripples left on her footprints.
"Flowers..."
The flowers have disappeared, how long can this world be preserved?
The rippling water patterns in the sky gradually condensed into water droplets, and each drop fell to the ground that was also rippling, like an ink-colored rain.
Xiaolan raised her head, but the sky was no longer the sky. Drops of ink hit her face. A dizzy feeling of dizziness suddenly hit her brain. Before she could react, Xiaolan clenched her palms and fainted.
Consciousness is like wandering on another weird and gorgeous planet.
Big blocks of color, complex lines, mysterious symbols.
Where were you just now and where are you now.
The roar of the car passed by like the wind, bringing a sense of clarity.
Xiaolan took a big breath.
Suddenly he opened his eyes.
Her hands were still tightly clenched. This was the desolate open space beside the familiar highway. Xiaolan was panting and looking around.
The seven people were still standing in a circle obediently. Except for Xiaolan, who had struggled to open his eyes, everyone else looked like they were in agony.
Is this the end?
But why haven't they woke up yet?
Suddenly, the hand the Taoist held on to him twitched violently.
"Xiaolan!"
A shout came from the Taoist Priest's mouth with his eyes tightly closed. Xiaolan quickly grabbed the Taoist Priest's arm and shook it gently in an attempt to suppress the Taoist Priest's convulsions.
"I'm here, Taoist priest...I'm here..."
Before Xiaolan finished speaking, the Taoist took a deep breath. At the critical moment when oxygen could no longer enter his lungs, the Taoist also opened his eyes.
Unlike Xiaolan, the Taoist leader just took a deep breath and calmed down.
Afterwards, the Taoist priest stared at Xiaolan, who seemed to have a harmless face, with complicated eyes.
"Xiaolan, are you awake already?" This chapter has been completed!