For as long as I can remember, I have not been able to find a companion with me, nor have I met anyone who treats me as a friend.

In their eyes, as a fairy bell, I am either a toy or a magic weapon, but I will never be a friend or a partner, even if I have my own thoughts and consciousness.

At first I would be sad and sad, but later on, I realized that it didn't matter.

I know that I am a bell with mana, a treasure that many people love.

I remember a while, when I hadn't met the Liyu Immortals, I thought about a flowing treasure, and people kept killing my "master" to rob me.

Looking at the greedy faces of those people, I felt bored day by day. How to love, how to hate, how to know each other, what to know and what not to know, as long as you can get treasures, greedy humans will show their ugly faces.

Even if I met the Liyu Immortal later, I still didn't have much interest in this world, and if I didn't resist, it wasn't that I couldn't resist, but I felt that it was boring.

Until that day.

The first time we met, it was on Penglai Xiandao.

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, the Liyu Immortal took me from my waist and rested it on a pair of small, white and tender palms.

Her long black hair fell over her small body, and her clear eyes looked at me without blinking. Unexpectedly, after being dusty for a long time, I was infected by these eyes that did not contain a trace of magazines.

The blood swears for the sake of blood, not because I am afraid of the Gushan Emperor, let alone the face of the immortals, just because I clearly feel that a sincere heart comes from the boy.

He dripped blood on my forehead, and when the blood pact was completed, it meant that my life would be tied to this little boy from now on. But I'm still willing.

Later, with further getting along, I got to know my young master, Jing Lan.

Lonely, loveless, but always with a heart of expectation to love everyone around him. Originally, I gave up the opportunity to be on an equal footing with him, although with my strength I can be his master, but looking at him, I am happy.

Jing Lan never regarded me as a lifeless magic weapon, or a subordinate who could be manipulated at will. From beginning to end, he treated me as a friend, his best friend.

His father was the high-ranking Emperor of the Ancient Mountain, and his mother was a fallen immortal who had committed a crime and was robbed of his immortal bones.

I could feel that his father always exuded an aura similar to mine, an aura unlike anyone else in the afterlife. This kind of aura is also on Jing Lan's body, but Jing Lan still has the blood of Lan Qian's painting on his body. Therefore, the aura on Jing Lan's body did not give me such a strong feeling. But even if it's all there is to it, I'm still satisfied. Staying by Jing Lan's side, I always have a feeling of finding a family.

He would often smile happily and be satisfied, but I understood how lonely and lonely he was inside.

He was expecting, expecting to be together forever. Sometimes, I also wonder why I can't replace them as the person he cares about, so that he can forget the loneliness and loneliness? But after all, it's just me thinking.

Almost every day he was smiling, sweetly, happily, but no one knew how lonely he was in his heart except me.

The days on Ghost Island were the happiest days he ever lived.

In those months, his longing parents accompanied him, and their family of three lived happily together.

But as a young man, he clearly understood that his mother was suffering. He is very sensible, sensible and distressing.

Regarding the matter of attracting souls, Gu Shan did not persecute him, but only consulted his own opinion.

I'll never forget the radiance he felt when he knew he could save his mother from the heartland of the glacier, which would never be warm. But looking at him like that, my heart hurts uncontrollably. After that, he will disappear forever from heaven and earth.

He told me not to be upset. He said that it was his greatest wish for Daddy and Auntie to live happily together.

At the beginning, I was a little unwilling, I also thought about finding Gushan desperately, and I also thought about going to the hinterland of the glacier to find his mother Lan Qianhua and tell her the truth of the matter. I believe that Lan Qianhua will definitely stop this if he knows about it.

But I didn't do that after all, instead, I accompanied Jing Lan on Ghost Island, where the three of them lived happily for several months, reminiscing about the past.

At that time, I had already made the decision to go with him.

Many people don't know that I don't just come from the Flood Wilderness, but the chaos that is more mysterious and distant than the Flood Wilderness, and only the only memory I have of the past.

I am sure that with the power of Chaos, I will be able to save his soul at the most critical time.

It's just that I was wrong, and I couldn't be more wrong.

Jing Lan begged Feng Yi to drug me and put me into a deep sleep. And took advantage of the gap in my sleep to forcibly break the blood contract between me and him.

I know that it must have hurt him a lot to do that. I also know that maybe that's why he dissipated so quickly after that happened.

Later, I always shouted that I wanted to kill Gu Shan, kill Lan Qianhua, kill Feng Yi, kill everyone related to that incident, and avenge Jing Lan.

But only I know that the person I hate the most is not Emperor Gushan, nor is it a shallow painting of Fallen Immortal Lan, and it is not Feng Yi and some other irrelevant people, I hate myself so much. I hate my hesitation, my own hesitation, my own uncertainty.

If, if, if I could listen to my heart, if I could believe that Jing Lan regarded me as the best relative with his heart, I would not be conceited and forget to guard against me.

Gu Shan said that Jing Lan was nourished by his soul and the essence and blood of Lan Qian's paintings.

Originally, Jing Lan should be more like Gu Shan, but I understand that Jing Lan's character is more similar to Lan Qian's painting. Resolute and selfish.

He is as ruthless as Lan Qianhua, ruthless to himself, as long as he can save the people he cares about, his madness is unimaginable. They can be selfish and not care about those who are alive and have always loved them deeply, how to live after they have made such a decision.

Actually, Furuyama and I should be friends. Because I care about a resolute and selfish person just as much as he does. But in the end, I vented all my emotions on the two of them.

On the day of the wedding of Gushan and Lan Qianhua, I finally couldn't hold back the pain gushing in my heart. One after another, I questioned Gushan. But in my heart, I knew that what I wanted to question more was not Gu Shan, but Jing Lan, who was determined to go.