Named a "meaningful" sacrifice, Xia Mian has experienced more than once.

From the time she was moved by the words of the high priest of Loulan thousands of years ago, she and her sister were ready to sacrifice. At that time, Xia Mian didn't have any choice, and the outcome of things would not change because of her attitude. In the end, all her actions are nothing more than the difference between active acceptance and passive acceptance....... More directly, it's an execution, not a choice.

Long before the little princess and the holy woman knew the truth, the Loulan monarch and the high priest of the temple had already decided everything.

The fate of the two girls has been set since they were children, and the subtle enough to have a profound impact on a person, especially the thinking they have received since childhood, and the lies are enough to make them believe in ignorance.

At one time, this ignorance was their faith.

At a time when the lies have not yet been peeled back and the situation can still be whitewashed, all the Loulan royal family needs is the little princess and the saint to be the most expensive puppets to give the people the best Qiji and let their plans go smoothly. The little princess and the holy woman were also kept in the dark, not knowing that they would be sacrificed, and that this "sacrifice" was not for the whole of Loulan, but to satisfy the greed and selfish desires of the monarch and the high priest.

You can't even see the most superficial things, let alone the deeper lies hidden behind the lies?

At that time, Xia Mian also saw this as "meaningful" and was permanently bound to meaning.

At that time, she was just an ignorant girl.

She still doesn't know the suffering of the world, doesn't understand the rules and regulations, and doesn't have a deep understanding of the so-called righteousness, and what makes the little princess make decisions step by step is just her heart. The attention of the entire Loulan is concentrated on the little princess and the saint, they are the spokesmen of faith, and what is pressed on the body is Loulan's luck.

Although the two of them knew that the two holy maidens and the twelve concubines were destined to die in the sacrifice in the end, the sacrifice brought eternal life. After gathering the divine power left by the goddess and injecting it into the body of the "container", the saint will be separated from the identity of a mortal and will become a new god immortal, which will also be the eternal protector of Loulan.

With such a huge aura, what else can't be done?

When the accident came, the little princess of Loulan finally came to her senses, whether it was the lie woven by the Loulan royal family and the high priest of the temple, or the high priest's tanuki for the prince's sword, when the truth she had never imagined suddenly surfaced, it was enough to smash her unconscious.

And when she had to fight with her sister, and the victims of the two lies suffered the most cruel consequences, she was still bound by "meaning".

"Well, you don't have to worry too much, it's all going to be over. ”

It wasn't until Bai's deep and beautiful voice came that Xia Mian retracted his thoughts.

"Why don't I think about it too much, we're just a partnership, it's normal to have two hearts. Isn't it the most basic sense of precaution to conspire with the tiger and beware of being eaten by the tiger, Bai, you shouldn't be so naïve, I think I should trust you very much, right?"

"It's not just a partnership, Amiens, you know what I mean. ”

As the end of the words dissipated, the white gaze swept along the little princess's cheeks, and then faded back. At that moment, he clearly had a lot to say, whether it was hanging or emotional, anything, it was the closest to him revealing his true heart, as if he would tell his vague love for Xia Mian in one more second.

But after all, it was a little bit of a fire.

Reason overcame the sudden surge of emotion at the last second, and Shiro couldn't explain why at this moment, he would say a lot of unplanned words, but he didn't let himself completely sink into Xia Mian's eyes, but sank his emotions.

In the end, Bai just swallowed all the unspoken words, and dropped a sentence as if he was silent.

"When the Holy Dragon Ball is also awakened, it will only be the jade Ruyi in the hands of the goddess. ”

Xia Mian can't figure out her thoughts, she can't see it thoroughly, and she doesn't bother to see it thoroughly, or many things don't need to be too thorough, the more she understands, the more she knows, the more she will be fruitless, but it will really hurt others and hurt herself.

So she just changed the topic silently and followed his words.

"That jade Ruyi, the blood of a non-saint girl can't be awakened, and it will take a lot of effort when the time comes. ”

"It's okay, I've arranged every step for you, Amien, all you need to do is to carry the remaining divine power of the "Goddess's Battle Suit" at the end, so that you can completely free yourself from the flower soul....... That would also be my relief. ”

This sentence of relief came a little cautiously, and I couldn't help lowering my eyes slightly because of Xia Mian.

In many cases, it is not the simple two words themselves that are cautious, but who said this sentence and under what circumstances they confided their hearts.

Just like no one will be moved by a baby's crying, just because such crying is too commonplace, even a novice mother knows what a child's mouth wants with a twitch of the corners of his mouth, and how can it attract people's attention? But the tough guy who bleeds and does not leave tears is drunk late at night, with a few words like choking, but it is enough to make people remember.

It's like, white at the moment.

Even after getting along for so long, Xia Mian still didn't dare to say how well he knew Bai.

Many times the little princess even thinks that this man is an emotionless machine, he is too good at hiding himself, and he doesn't want to leak a little emotion, just like the silver mask that will always be on his face, covering him up well. For someone who doesn't even want to reveal his face, who can peek into his heart.

Even Bai's true face, Xia Mian almost forgot it.

But they had clearly met, not only in the brief meeting at Kawagebo Peak, but also in the short years when Bai Shang was still in the Bai family, Xia Mian did not wake up completely, and fell into his dreams every night.

At that time, Xia Mian had just woken up from the flower soul, and it had clearly passed a thousand years since the fall of the ancient kingdom of Loulan, but for her, it was just a matter in front of her. She is so fragile and helpless, and Shiro has the sincerity that is unique to life when it is on the verge of strangeness, and they rely on the empty bond of dreams to support each other through the most difficult period.

If the companionship was just a brief illusion, they had really warmed each other during that time.

The two of them are equally proud and equally closed-minded, but they rarely get sincerity from each other.

But thinking about this now is obviously pointless.

Xia Mian's gaze stopped on Bai's face for a few seconds before he unhurriedly retracted his thoughts.

She didn't say anything, just lazily leaned on the carved throne and closed her eyes, alone digesting the waves stirred up by the man's unusual few words. She has heard too much about the so-called plans and arrangements, since a thousand years ago when she was still in the ancient kingdom of Loulan, she lived for the plans of her father and the high priest, and now because she was controlled by the flower soul, she lived for the plans of Bai.

This kind of life is really boring and empty....... If there is real liberation, it is a good thing.

But what can be done, she didn't have a choice in the past, but now she has a choice?

Xia Mian sorted out these messy emotions in just a few seconds, she couldn't help but hook the corners of her lips and laughed silently, as if she was laughing at her own sensibility, people have to look forward, why bother to reminisce about the past, she will actually be affected by these emotions.

When she opened her eyes, Xia Mian became the arrogant little princess again, and her gestures were flawless. Then she didn't say anything more, just raised her hand to comb her falling hair, and waved her hand from the void.

"Forget it, I'll take a look at the plan you're halfway through. ”

As Xia Mian's words fell, the second ancient mirror suspended in mid-air suddenly brightened, and the carved ancient mirror reflected the grand skylight, and the scene in the mirror changed for a moment, and many obscure details gradually became clear.

The mime-like scene played out silently, first the rugged middle-aged man bowed and bowed in front of the gravel enshrined in the shrine, he took out a pair of red candles with trembling hands, and lit the candles with a frown, and the smoke rose as if to completely envelop the dark night, and everything became obscure.

Then there was a simple conversation between the three of them at the mouth of the alley, the dilapidated village with the peculiar depression of winter, and the dead leaves rolled up on the ground, implicating the floating yellow sand. The young man and woman held hands with each other, and the intimacy for a moment was like the bond of a lover in love, and the middle-aged man was telling them something firmly.

What a harmonious scene this is, as if the trust in strangers has surpassed the selfish instinct of human beings, and they are willing to believe that there are really heroes who draw their swords to help them in times of crisis, and they can really entrust life and death to those they meet.

But these are clearly just illusions.

When the two young men turned around, the seemingly simple man's eyes showed a look that was almost fierce, and then quickly turned into a mourning with a sense of guilt. The gaze is not like looking at the savior, but like looking at the dead who step into the cemetery, except for the cruelty of the spectators, there is only hypocritical regret.

And the last thing that emerges is an ancient temple.

It is a completely different architectural style from the development of today's era, with white columns standing tall, and magnificent boulders carrying a certain sense of holiness that is unique to the extreme splendor of civilization. Although under the baptism of age, this temple is only left with broken walls, it is not difficult to get a glimpse of the former prosperity through the dilapidation at this moment.

Then, what was left of the ancient temple was quickly shattered.

The monstrous river swept over the world, and the surging waves seemed to swallow everything, leaving not even the dregs of bricks and tiles.

What is on the brink of destruction?

Perhaps it is only when death comes, that everything will come to an answer.