In Northland, Bran also misses his somewhat mischievous, mischievous sister. My sister always feels a little annoyed when she is around, and she always has to deal with the big and small accidents she makes. Now with the departure of his sister, his surroundings have become deserted, so he began to miss the lively and warm feeling again.

Dani sat in the City Lord's Mansion every day and was busy with things, and Zach, Mary and the others who came with her at the beginning also had their own things to do.

When Zoya returned, she fell into a state of confusion again, and she didn't know what she was thinking every day. Bran wanted to inquire about what she had seen and felt on the road, but Zoya kept silent. Instead, he kept asking Bran about his condition, trying to find out what Bran's world was like.

Bran was depressed, what kind of world was there now? With the rolling torrent, his world had long since turned into mud and sand and was washed away. Bran never imagined that his world would be so vulnerable. Fortunately, those feelings and memories have long been deeply imprinted in the spirit.

So Bran tells Zoya that the original world has been washed away and that he is now an undercurrent in the great river.

Zoya was also very depressed about this. I thought that with new gains and discoveries, it would help her reintegrate into Northland and get closer to Bran's world. But when it comes back here, the familiar feeling of being out of place is even more pronounced.

Walking alone in the world and feeling the touch of the wind, the warmth of the light, and the tranquility of the night in the singing of birds and flowers. It seems that as long as she wants to, she can turn into the grass and trees around her and become one of them. She was obsessed with the atmosphere and was reluctant to wake up.

Until he found a small chameleon slowly crawling in front of him, approaching the prey not far away. It dawned on her that they were no different, all for the sake of survival, hunting, or courtship.

Zoya was a little confused, what the hell did she want from Bran? family? they should already be. Is there a sense of security? There shouldn't be many people who can hurt her now. What's more, with her ability, as long as she doesn't reveal hostility first, who will take the initiative to hurt her?

She could clearly feel the changes in her body, and many of the impulses had gradually left her. So what is she still obsessed with Bran?

Accustomed to it?

No, the idea was quickly dismissed by her. As a wizard, the only thing that always attracts her is magic. Like the white robes in Northland, the magical attraction is the root cause of their unstoppability.

Bran has said that his abilities are deadly to most wizards, and that his assimilation erosion is enough to cause irreversible damage to wizards. Perhaps the most fundamental reason is actually Bran's magic, because magic is the most primitive foundation of Bran's ability.

She awakened and developed in the Northland City, and finally came to this day. Although the goal has not changed, in fact, the heart has long been different, and the sweetness of first love has become a memory. Now, immersed in the hunger of magic, she approached Bran like a moth to a flame. Even if you know that it is a mortal danger, you do not hesitate.

Thinking about everything, Zoya suddenly wanted to laugh. Bran is like a giant mother, and she is only one of the strange monsters that are bred in it. In fact, she is no different from the spiritual roadside stones in the city. It's just that she has grown up, and she can't go back if she breaks away. If you have to go back, you will only drown in it.

But she still wanted to try again, and she wanted to make one last effort, after all, for Zoya, it was once a whole world, a world that belonged to her. Like a child making a final effort and struggle before getting rid of his parents, Zoya has a lot to plan for it.

But all in vain, as she became stronger, so powerful that she had begun to threaten Bran's world. From this day on, she can only stand outside Bran's world, standing side by side with him. And Bran didn't want to feed her anymore, because the magic flowing to her was dwindling.

In a trance, there was a murmur in the void, and a slightly drunken fragrance of flowers wafted down. The sound was more seductive, the fragrance was more seductive, but Zoya was more and more confused.

Bran could only watch, watching the magic agitate around Zoya, watching them gradually drive their magic away from Zoya. There was a storm in the sea of magic, and a torrent full of strange demon flowers suddenly churned out of the ocean, and it roared loudly at Bran. The voice was full of majesty, gratitude, and unquestionable exhortation—let it go!

Several demon flowers fell into the vortex of the tributary, which was a reward and a warning......

The inky torrent that Bran was in vibrated slightly, causing him to be in a trance. Bran gently ingested the demon flower from the vortex, and then the demon on the flower was soaked in ink and gradually dissolved.

Bran didn't know when he had been able to hear the magic. It was as if all of a sudden I had gained their approval and become one of them, and I was drawn into a never-ending noise. Although his shouting only added a small and insignificant noise to the loud and noisy noise, Bran was gradually able to distinguish the source of the noise, gradually to distinguish the difference, and occasionally to grasp the slightest trace of it.

To this day, he sees the true will. It was still vague, as if it were an occasional pause in the chaos that revealed some fool who had forgotten to shut up, but it was enough to get Bran excited in his wake-up call.

Retracting his thoughts, Bran felt the droplets of water out of his body. Now, this key has finally completed part of the idea. Bran is now curious about other continents, and perhaps the foreigners have a more efficient method. Looking for an opportunity, whether it is stealing or robbing, you must figure it out.

Bran's hand sank into the void, and the water droplets mostly disappeared with his movements. Bran withdrew his hand a moment, but the droplets hovered in mid-air in the turmoil. Moisture gradually seeps out of it, and then it gets faster and faster.

The old fairy whispered to Bran's side at some point, and asked in surprise, "Success?"

Bran shook his head, "I don't know, I'll have to wait a little longer." ”

As the droplets of water embedded in the void, the protection and shielding that Bran had applied to it dissipated. A clear stream began to surge in the sea of magic, causing the magic in the void to vibrate with it. The shock gradually spreads and spreads......

A monster in the far sea was also alarmed by the shock, and it roared slowly up from the deep sea, rushing out of the sea with a storm of wind and rain.