The agitated veins let out a low rumble, like an ancient giant awakening from his eternal sleep, his veins filled with rushing blood, and his heart raced like a drumbeat, but all this did not happen to the giant, but in the body of a human, a weak mortal body. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Birmingham endured the restless blood in his body and the violent beating of his heart, and walked quickly.

"The living, you should follow my advice. "Birmingham's unbearable, the lantern man in the sword is clear, and it is not good to say any more reproachful words about it.

Silently listening to the lantern bearer's complaints to himself, although he seemed to be a little dissatisfied with his arbitrary behavior just now, but the worry wrapped in the words was still very obvious, and Birmingham was powerless to refute, it was indeed a little inappropriate for him to insist on forcibly using the second mark just now, especially this mark completely exceeded Birmingham's expectations.

I thought that the second mark could pass as long as I endured it, after all, when using the wind, Birmingham felt a little uncomfortable, it was just better, I never thought that compared to the impact of the wind mark on Birmingham, when the second mark hit, Birmingham even had a kind of illusion that the first wind mark was just a small fight, that blazing soul, the light that pierced the soul was like a sharp sword inserted into his internal organs, but what Birmingham didn't expect was that the erosion of this mark on his soul reached immeasurable harm。

These agitated blood vessels and hearts are the best proof of this, not to mention the unconscious of the pure white sword spirit in the body.

"How is she now?" With a trace of unspeakable guilt and worry in his heart, after the power of the paladin Walding finally burst out, the consciousness of the pure white sword spirit disappeared along with the demon.

"No, I still can't communicate with her, the paladin's power has corroded her too badly, even if she has passed the soul retracement, her own soul has become even stronger, but this is far from Valdin's opponent. Sensing the worry in the servant's heart, the lantern bearer did not hide it, and truthfully told the servant the present of the pure white sword spirit, completely ignoring that his servant's mood was obviously heavier after hearing this.

Immortal will never understand what sleep means for human beings, just like when Song of Solomon saw that the regent Yaoyue was about to fall into a long sleep, he did not show too much sadness, but only lightly brushed aside the situation of the regent, which may be mixed with Song of Songs' own hatred for the regent, but more I am afraid that the long life has made them accustomed to waiting.

But this kind of waiting is tantamount to a symbol of pain for humanity, at least now Birmingham has tasted pain and guilt.

"Is it serious?"

Aware of his hoarse voice when the servant said this, the lantern bearer was a little surprised: "Why are you so worried, servant, I feel that your heart is filled with a bitter taste, this taste I remember the last time I tasted it was when Leila said sorry to me." ”

"Sorry, because of what?"

"It's because of the regret of not seeing the dragon. ”

"yes, so are dragons really so important to you?"

"That's nature, the living, and it's our mission to find the dragon, and for us, it's going to be a lifelong goal. ”

"The dragon is to you what Thianxi is to me, a testament to my life's existence, no matter how much I don't want to admit it. Birmingham, who was walking quickly, slowed down, and the little magician behind him felt the emotions that permeated his master, and subconsciously slowed down, holding Tatali's body and following Birmingham closely, like a silent shadow.

"Tianxi?"

"That's the name of this sword spirit. ”

"Oh, what a nice name, and it really goes well with her. The lantern bearer gave a heartfelt compliment.

"Pure white is a good name. For the first time, he said the real name of the sword spirit in his body in front of outsiders, and Birmingham's expression was wrapped in a lightness that he had never felt before.

"I didn't expect that Miss Sword Spirit to be so important to you?"

"That is a symbol of my sin and ignorance. The words sin and ignorance came out of Birmingham's mouth, as if they weighed a thousand pounds, and what kind of memory Birmingham contained in these two short words would probably never be known to the lantern bearer, and now she could only comfort her young servant in this way.

"Don't worry too much, the loss of soul, time is the best medicine, after a period of cultivation, I believe that Miss Sword Spirit will appear in front of you again. ”

"What a not-so-clever consolation. Birmingham teased the man with the lantern in the sword.

"Yes, Laila said that, too. Suddenly, thinking of that beautiful and moving girl, the lantern bearer couldn't help but wonder, and a similar scene made this eternal ancient existence gush out of indescribable feelings for the first time.

Is it joy, it seems not, because the definition of joy should not be laughter, but how to explain this with a little bitterness and sentimentality, it can be said to be sad, but it does not feel the salty tears in the human mouth, but there is a kind of relief that touches the scene.

Human beings are really great creatures, they can always find an excuse for what they are fighting for, such as the glory of knights, the pride of kings or the families of commoners, and they can always find hope from adversity, such as these fearless soldiers, migrating refugees, they can always settle their own understanding for a thousand strange things, such as calling them ancient beings, calling elves damn with long ears with pride, and such as calling this unknown thing that is not joy or sadness is called memory.

Memories are really close names, the long years have flowed through the footsteps of the lantern man, she has been close to humans, hated humans, and even revered humans, but in the end it became a relief in their mouths.

Mortals and the Lord of the River, ephemeral and eternal, may have different goals and very different thoughts, but one thing the man with the lantern in the sword can be sure of.

At least on this bumpy road of thorns, suffering, darkness, and conspiracy, the mortal who wields the sword is his friend.

May the thorns on the road ahead not block your vision, the bumpy road will not shake your determination, the enemies will not erode your heart, may you be smooth sailing, my servant, my friend.

The lantern man in the sword spoke silently and sent a silent blessing for himself, a young servant, and an ignorant friend.