After the flames slowly weakened, Lorain Hill stepped into the burnt black earth, and then walked into the huge pit in the earth, wisps of light floated, and the remaining magic power slowly gathered and condensed into a [Primordial Gem] (Evaluation: Rare Pearl Grade)

Because the final explosion wasted a lot of mana, the evaluation of this gem finally stayed at the pearl level.

The sparkling gem is a warm orange color, and there appears to be a brown fur cub sleeping on its stomach in the middle. After Sequence 5, the soul will merge with the Transcendent Core, and after Sequence 7, the soul will become strong and will not be easily broken.

Although the giant bear died, most of its soul remained, gathered in this transcendent gem.

"This guy, this is going to be a lot cuter."

Lorain Hill pointed at the orange gem with his finger, looking at the crystal transparent gem, the bear seemed to be woken up, slowly woke up, opened his black eyes, looked around blankly, and then raised his head, saw Lorain Hill's face, shrank a little frightened, and wanted to hide elsewhere, but could only slowly turn around in the gem.

Then a soft, slightly chilled figure slowly crept up from behind and leaned against Loren Hill's back.

"Is this the same bear just now?" There was a hint of curiosity in his voice.

"Uh-huh."

Lorain Hill spun around, slightly dodging Ishorgrin's cold body. It's not that I hate it, but I'm a little afraid of the cold. Ghosts are more direct than living people, their emotions are difficult to hide, and Lorain Hill can easily sense the thoughts of this ghost lady, which is very simple and simple. That's why she has a crush on it.

Loren Hill is less of a fan of overly complicated relationships, preferring something simple and pure. She handed the gem to the curious Ishorgrin, told her to look at it slowly, then flew to her body to extinguish the remaining fires in the forest and stop them from spreading.

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The next afternoon, the sun shone obliquely on the branches, and a gray tent stood by the sea of broken flowers, and the girl slept in a soft rabbit down blanket, her body was slightly undulating, and she breathed regularly, seeing that the sun was about to set, and there was still no sign of getting up.

A light blue figure sat alone on a crystal coffin in a sea of flowers, watching the remnant sun gradually set in the west, and purple-red fire clouds covered the branches of the distant woods. The sun near the horizon can only be seen through the sparsely arranged trunks of trees, and the shadows of the trees divide the sunset like a fence.

The wind blew slowly in the evening, and wisps of green smoke occasionally rose from the ashes of the burned plants and trees, and some small animals also smelled the aroma of barbecue and turned back. In the forest, I look for roasted pine nuts and fruits, and then happily nibble on them.

"Little Loren still hasn't woken up."

Miss Ghost, a little bored, jumped off the coffin and slowly floated towards the small gray tent.

The illusory body passed through the thick tent and into the interior. Looking at the sleeping girl in the white dress, Isherin no longer made any other movements, but sat quietly in the corner of the tent, quietly watching the resting silver-haired girl.

The silver hair fell between the snow-white neck, the white collarbone poked out of the nightdress, with the girl's breathing, the quilt on the body also rose and fell slightly, and the beautiful white face with the light pink lips like a mountain cherry made the girl a little green, but the soft lines between the eyebrows neutralized a little, like a slightly sour and sweet fruit, pure and gave people a strange charm.

It wasn't until it was completely dark, and the faint moonlight shone into the tent through the cracks, that Lorain Hill slowly rubbed his eyes and woke up.

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There was a guy sitting in front of the bed!

The sight in front of him startled Lorain Hill, who had been living alone recently, but after a few seconds of brain restart, he quickly reacted and breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's Yixue......." The girl slowly put down the quilt in her hand, covered her mouth and yawned slightly.

"Good evening, Isherin." Although it was a bit of an elven language, Loren Hill, who had a good academic performance, still pronounced it accurately.

"Good evening, little Loraine, give~"

After speaking, the elf lady handed over the orange gem in her hand, and the bear lay on the ground obediently, looking at the two girls timidly.

Lorain Hill took it a little curiously, observing the little bear, at the moment it was a lot more obedient, Lorain Hill let it turn in circles, let it roll and roll.

"How?"

"Just talk to it, because I'm a ghost too, and it's easy to communicate."

"Really?" Lorain Hill was a little hard to believe, according to Trinatha's account, most of the ghosts were very emotional and sane, and the ghosts of the transformation of the soul of the monster were even more disordered, with only an extremely superficial IQ.

"Really, maybe little Loran has more credit, in the process of regathering its soul, you purified and filtered some extreme emotions by the way, making it a lot more sanent." The ghost lady is also thinking about the reason, although she has no memories of growing up in the past, some of her knowledge does not seem to be left behind.

Is that okay too? Lorain Hill was slightly surprised, and then slowly handed the gem to Ichegrin.

"No, Lorraine can keep it for herself, it's the opposite of me, and it's probably more uncomfortable to stay together. Your words should help you somewhat. The ghost princess politely declined, and pulled Lorain Hill out of the tent.

In the moonlit wilderness of the forest, one side of which was scorched black, but the other side of the hill remained intact, and the autumn wind blew through at night with a chill, and as a ghost, Icherin took Lorain's hand and walked slowly towards the hill in the sea of grass near her waist.

"What kind of flowers does Loren like?" Ishorgrin, who was walking ahead, asked.

"I don't have a special hobby here." The girl slightly recalled the flowers she had seen in her memory.

"There are many that I like, such as peach blossoms blooming in spring, roses of various colors, small osmanthus flowers, white lily of the valley like small lanterns, and orange calendula, all of which are very beautiful, and I can't say which one I like."

"Giggles, little Loren is really flowery, she just wants them all." Isheglin said with a smile.

"However, I'm more one-dimensional."

Echelling pulled Lorain Hill slowly towards the sea of flowers at the top of the hill, then plucked a flawless ice cup and placed it in Lorain Hill's hair, pinning it to the butterfly hairpin.

"Can you tell me a story?"

The princess, who had turned into a ghost, took Lorain Hill's hand, and the two sat on the hillside again, watching the sea of flowers in the moonlight rise and fall slightly, gently swaying in the wind, and the dusty past slowly revealed.