Chapter Ninety-Six: Who Dove, Who Magpie (19)

Avril was at a loss.

Am I dreaming? Why did you suddenly come to a strange place and hear such words? These words are really inexplicable, why do I have such dreams?

Caesar didn't expect that he had just found a way to connect with Avril's soul and let her hear such a powerful confession.

Ahem, will this medicine be a little scareless? Caesar had to worry, but at this point, he had no choice but to continue.

Unbeknownst to Bazzat, what he was doing was being watched by bystanders, and one of them was the key to his resurrection plan. He just looked at Vivian in the crystal ball affectionately, and almost sighed: "You know, what I said is true, if there is no you, what is the point of my life?" When I saw you fall in front of me, I wanted to go with you. There is no urge to just want to avenge you and then go to you. Unexpectedly, I found a way to collect your soul and finally restored you to the way you are now. So many years have passed, we have persevered for so long, and we are about to see hope, you will definitely wait for me, right? ”

"Brother Bazzat," Vivien closed her eyes, a hint of pain flashing across her face, "I chose to save you instead of escaping alone, not to make you feel guilty, not to make you repay, but because I love you, and I want you to live well, even if there is no me in this world." But now, am I still alive? ”

Her voice trembled, and her hand slid down, making the tip of Bazzat's heart ache: "I'll let you really live!" ”

"You've given enough!" Vivien stood up suddenly, "Do you think I won't know if you don't tell me?" How much did you pay just to repair my soul? The price you withhold. It's something I want to ask but don't dare to ask, and I don't want to be a drag on you! ”

"No, how can you be a drag? You're the only thing I want to do! And I didn't lie to you, I've found the most suitable body for you! With that, Bazzat stood up excitedly and paced back and forth.

"What body?" Vivien was a little surprised, her white wings fluttering slightly, and a little white light sprinkled down, unrealistically beautiful.

Of course I want to live, I want to have a body, I want to be able to be there for you all the time. But I'm dead! All I have left in the world is my soul. I still fall into a deep sleep at every turn, and I can only wake up once every few decades, and I can only communicate with you briefly every time. Looking at your crazy and haggard face, my heart is like a knife.

But you've done so much for me. How can I bear to say give up. How can you bear to let your efforts go to waste? But I'm really tired. The never-ending darkness, the recurring nightmare, when will it come to an end?

Bazzat took a few deep breaths. calmed the blush of excitement on his face, traced Vivian's facial features with his eyes, and said softly, "It's my body that I prepared to resurrect you." ”

He didn't want to say it, Vivien was so kind, she would definitely not be able to bear it. But he's fed up with life without her! What's the point of sacrificing others? As long as I can save you, my hands are covered with blood, and I will pave the way for you. And all the sins, I will bear it, you just need to live happily.

Vivian was stunned for a moment, a little flustered: "What body?" What did you do? ”

Bazzat thought to himself, the day of the soul exchange is not far away, and sooner or later he can't hide it, so he simply explained carefully: "I have tried many methods to completely preserve your previous body, so if I want you to resurrect, I can only find a new body that can contain your soul." However, you yourself are the reincarnation of an angel, and you burned your soul to save me, and the reunited soul has mutated, and the ordinary body can't bear it at all. ”

Sighing, Bazzat continued: "Actually, I have been doing soul transformation experiments for a long time, and I have been successful for a long time, but it is not easy to find a body that suits you. How can I be willing to give you a mutilated body? It has to be the best! That's why you'll have to wait until now. ”

"You mean soul conversion?" Vivien's eyes widened in surprise, and her golden pupils unabashedly expressed her admiration, "That's something that can only be done at the god level!" ”

Bazaat, who was praised by his sweetheart, was a little smug: "Yes, in order to save you, I will definitely succeed." ”

Bazzat didn't tell Vivien that if it weren't for saving her, he would have been able to break through to the god level, but patiently explained to her: "I have calculated for a long time, although your soul is weak, the original level is still there, and if you want to withstand your soul, that body must come from the best bloodline, so I chose the dragon clan." ”

"Dragons?" Vivien furrowed her eyebrows, she didn't have a good impression of dragons.

"Yes, but later I found out that the dragon clan is not the most suitable for you, their bloodline is too domineering and too repulsive, so I chose the elven bloodline to neutralize."

"How is this possible! The dragons and elves are both the most favored races of the creator gods, and can they produce hybrids between them? "It's supposed to be mutually exclusive!

"Not really, but there is an exception to everything, and that exception is human blood. Humans are the least gifted of all races, but they are also the most populous, and there are always the best with great potential. And their bloodline is extremely inclusive," Bazzat's expression was meaningful, "so I tried, a hybrid of humans and elves, a hybrid of humans and dragons, can they tolerate each other?" I've failed many times, but I've succeeded! I've made the perfect container! ”

"You know what, Vivien? Not only did she inherit the lifespan of the dragon and elf clans, but she also inherited the talents of the two clans! You know, most of the hybrids can have all kinds of weird problems, many of them did well at first, but then they all died, and this one survived, but luckily, it was perfect! ”

Vivien didn't think much of it, she really thought that the container in Bazzat's mouth was a container, because his tone was too reasonable, as he said was not a breathing and thinking being at all, but a tool made for some purpose.

"Thank you, you must have worked hard for a long time, right?" Vivien thought that souls would not cry, but she did have the urge to cry.

Will you finally be able to see the sun again? Can you run freely, can you hold your lover's hand to the white head together?

"For you, whatever it takes, it's worth it." (To be continued.) )