"Ling Suzhi! I did it! Hahahaha! ”

This voice exudes endless madness, while the other person is completely silent.

There were only three words of Ling Suzhi, which echoed in Mu Yan's mind like a magic spell.

Lingsu ......

Lingsu ......

Who is this?

Mu Yan endured the severe pain, trembling and spit out three words.

"Order...... Suzhi? ”

In an instant, Mu Erliang was struck by lightning, and he couldn't even hold Mu Yan's hand trembling.

She said...... Lingsuzhi?

No, there's no way she's going to remember, it's not going to ......

"Mu Yan! Wake up! Mu Yan! ”

The panic made Mur Liang chill all over, and he called out to Mu Yan nervously and humbly, over and over again, and he couldn't stop praying in his heart......

Please don't do this to him.

Please, give him a little more time.

Even if it's just a little bit......

Just as Mu Yan was cornered by the pain that almost exploded, the young man's anxious voice lifted the fog and kept coming into her mind.

Hoarse, choked, and wet, she carefully and slowly turned into a pair of gentle hands that pulled her out of the image of the boiling mountain of blood corpses.

"Mu Yan ......"

Mu Yan opened his eyes, met the young man's scarlet eyes, and smiled quietly.

"I'm fine......"

Mur Erliang didn't dare to ask her if she remembered anything, and he didn't even dare to mention the name Ling Suzhi again.

Such a Mur Liang fell into Mu Yan's eyes, like a small animal wandering helplessly.

She was still agitating and pulling emotions, and in a blink of an eye, she calmed down.

Yes......

No matter what the voice that came to her head, no matter what the soul-destroying pain was, she was not afraid.

Because of her, there is still him......

Mu Yan opened his hand, gently wrapped his arms around the young man's neck, leaned his head on his thin chest, and whispered, "Don't worry. ”

"Hmmm......"

Murliang's trembling and frightened heart slowly returned to its original position.

The two depended on each other for a long time, until time passed again, everything quietly recovered, and the chaotic sounds sounded out in a disorderly order, and everything seemed so vibrant.

Those who have come back from the dead do not even know the fate and despair they faced.

They were still shouting and screaming, as if for the fear of the square.

In the blink of an eye, the evil spirits around him retreated, and the earth was completely distracted.

Everyone hugged each other and cheered and celebrated.

"Great! That's great! ”

"Who is it? Who saved us? ”

"It must be a saint!"

"Thank you, Holy Maiden!"

"Thank you, Holy Maiden!"

……

Everyone knelt down in front of Mu Yan, Mu Yan lowered his eyes to look at everyone's crazy and pious appearance, and did not correct their words.

She swept gently to the remains of the Tree of Life, and raised her hand to plant a small emerald green branch.

This branch was given to her by the lovely little girl at the election of the Holy Maiden a few years ago.

She smiled and said, "Did you already know?" ”

If she hadn't taken the twig, the saint's soul would not have been able to continue to be nourished by the tree of life.

That cute little clever ghost is the embodiment of the tree of life.

The twigs swayed gently in the wind, and under the light, they were full of endless breath of life, as if to say, I will definitely take care of it, you can rest assured.

Mu Yan squatted down, gently stroked the branches, felt the soul breath of the saint appear on it, and also smiled.

"You have to be good."

The Holy Maiden and the Tree of Life have long since been separated from each other for many long months.

Although the saint doesn't say it, she will be willing to stay here, and it has something to do with the tree of life, right?

Gently resting his forehead on the branches, Mu Yan slowly said goodbye......

In response to her, it was the sound of the wind......

- Goodbye, Mu Yan.