Little Bell's words obviously worked, Yan Fulan slowly got out of the iron cage, and then uncharacteristically stuck to Little Bell's side, hiding behind her and looking at the four strong men who captured her with hateful eyes.

At this time, the little bell noticed that the strong men should be strangers, because they all had a stack of talisman paper pinned to their waists and talismans tattooed on their arms - this method can save the time of reciting spells, but it needs to consume twice the magic power used to cast spells, which is very dangerous, so normal strangers will not choose this method.

On top of that, these talismans tattooed on the skin will slowly devour the alien's magical power, and when the magical power is consumed, it will begin to drain its own energy, eventually leading to the alien's sudden death.

The little bell didn't want to make any extraneous branches, so she grabbed Yan Fulan's hand and walked out, planning to return to the carriage first, and she could feel through the child's pulse that Yan Fulan was very nervous and scared, and it was even extremely difficult to breathe.

In fact, Little Bell also felt uncomfortable with the dungeon, but this discomfort could just make Tang Xiaohao no longer appear in her mind.

After the little bell left, the attention of the people around him returned to the red dragon eye in the merchant's hand.

Everyone surrounded the merchant with the red dragon eye, even though it was only a golden bead.

Lian Can walked through the crowd and followed the little bell and Yan Fulan, in order to avoid being discovered by the keen little bell, he specially kept a certain distance.

Although Yan Fulan, who was in this environment, was very scared, but because she had similar magic power to Little Bell, she actually became dependent on the Little Bell she had just met, and while grabbing Little Bell's hand, she was also close to her body.

After the little bell took Yan Fulan out of the dungeon, Yan Fulan let go of the little bell's hand and ran towards the open space above, and then stood in the cold wind and breathed heavily.

For them, being in the ice and snow, blowing the cold wind, is the real freedom.

The little bell slowly walked up the ramp and looked at Yan Fulan with an expressionless face, she didn't understand why this child had a magic power in his body that was extremely similar to her own?

What does this child have to do with himself? However, she could also feel that this child was not a pure-blooded snow demon, but a half-demon.

The Snow Demon Clan didn't have such black hair and eyes, and even if it was a human, it was impossible for the hair to shine in the bright moonlight.

"Who are you?" The little bell walked up the ramp at the entrance and asked "Why do they think you're a child of the Snow Wolf Demon?"

Yan Fulan finally spoke, but instead of answering Little Bell's question, she asked rhetorically, "Who are you?" Why do you feel like you're like me?"

You, like me, are clearly referring to mana.

Before the little bell could answer, Yan Fulan asked again, "I have never felt the same feeling in other people as I do in myself."

Yan Fulan's words sounded strange, some slurred, and it sounded like she had been living alone all the time, rarely communicating with her own race or humans.

Little Bell shook her head, "I don't know...... Are you hungry? Do you want to eat?"

Yan Fulan hesitated and said, "I don't need to eat human things, and I don't need to eat things from the Snow Demon Clan, I eat that kind of thing."

Although Yan Fulan didn't say it explicitly, Little Bell immediately realized what she was saying, "What are you talking about magic power?"

Yan Fulan nodded immediately.

The little bell was very strange: "You feed on magic power?"

Yan Fulan nodded again, and her shawl's hair was blown up by the snow.

Looking at Yan Fulan, Little Bell suddenly felt very distressed, and even she didn't know why she felt this way.

The little bell stepped forward and held Yan Fulan's hand: "Follow me back to the carriage."

"Carriage?" Yan Fulan looked at the Wu family's convoy in the distance, "Is it there?"

When Little Bell returned to the carriage with Yan Fulan, the Iron Armor Guard and the servants in charge of the care felt very strange, but because of Little Bell's special identity, they naturally didn't dare to ask more.

However, the Iron Guards immediately sent someone to report it to Tang Tang, and the Wu family's servants also sent someone to secretly report the matter to Wu Wei.

After the little bell took Yan Fulan back to the carriage, he immediately closed the door, lowered the curtain, and then looked at Yan Fulan sitting in front of him seriously.

Yan Fulan saw that the little bell was so serious, although she didn't know why, she still instinctively said, "I'm hungry."

The little bell asked, "Why do you feed on magic power?"

Yan Fulan shook her head, "I don't know."

The little bell asked again, "Then how do you consume the magic power?"

Yan Fulan's hair stood on end at this time: "Hair."

Seeing Yan Fulan's hair standing up like a snake, the little bell trembled, isn't this a unique way for the armor to absorb people's essence?

Little Bell remembered the Shang Guijia and Shang Gui corpses he had encountered in Rouyuan, those monsters were simply terrifying.

Although she hadn't heard of the example of a youkai being transformed by a corpse, there were legends about it.

The little bell asked, "Have you ever been bitten by something?"

Yan Fulan shook her head, "No."

Little Bell looked at her hair, "Have you ever been entangled in the hair of someone else or a youkai?"

Yan Fulan looked puzzled: "Only I can wrap my hair around others."

Hearing Yan Fulan say this, the little bell was even more puzzled.

The little bell thought for a moment and asked, "And who is your father?"

Yan Fulan shook her head, "I don't know."

Then the bell asked, "What about your mother?" Your mother is supposed to be a snow demon, what's her name?"

Yan Fulan said, "It seems to be called Xuelu......

The little bell was puzzled, "Why do you say it seems to? Have you lost your memory?"

Yan Fulan shook her head: "When I was five years old, my mother left me in the mountains."

Little Bell was stunned: "Why?"

As soon as he finished asking, before Yan Fulan could answer, Little Bell knew the answer, because Yan Fulan fed on demon power, whether it was in the snow demon clan or the human race, this was a monster.

Yan Fulan's answer was also completely consistent with what Little Bell had speculated.

Yan Fulan's memory of being about five years old was relatively clear, and at that time she became amazingly hungry, although she could suck the magic power of one time for several days, but she had to absorb the magic power of at least two or three snow demons at a time to barely be full.

As the snow demons around Yan Fulan's mother Xuelu continued to disappear mysteriously, the Snow Demon Clan finally realized that something was hurting the Snow Demon and began to investigate.

Xuelu knew very well that once it was discovered that the disappearance of the same clan was caused by her daughter Yan Fulan, then Yan Fulan's fate could be imagined, so Xuelu could only endure the pain and abandon Yan Fulan in the snowy mountains and let him fend for himself.

At noon one day that year, Xuelu took Yan Fulan deep into the mountains, and then pointed to the cedar forest in the distance: "Hurry up, if you don't leave, they will find you, and then you will be killed, in their eyes, you are a complete monster."

Five-year-old Yan Fulan didn't understand what was going on at all, and thought her mother was going to play games with her.

Yan Fulan ran towards the cedar forest, and after running a few steps, she heard her mother say to her, "Remember, your surname is Yan, your name is Yan Fulan, always remember your name, never forget it at any time."

Yan Fulan stopped, looked at her tearful mother, and was about to pounce on it, but the snow wind created by her mother with her magic power blew directly into the cedar forest, and her head hit a cedar and fainted directly.

When Yan Fulan woke up again, it was already late at night, and she naturally couldn't find her mother Xuelu, who had long since left, so she could only cry and call her mother in the cedar forest.

At that time, the only thing she could remember was that her full name was Yan Fulan.

This is why a few days ago, when Yan Jinxue found Yan Fulan and said her name, Yan Fulan was moved.

However, in Yan Fulan's memory, she had never seen this sister, so she naturally didn't dare to show up easily.

After listening to Yan Fulan's narration, Little Bell was even more puzzled.

In Xue Yao's memory, there is no such name as Xuelu, plus the Centennial Battle of Ruishan that she knows, Little Bell thinks that it is the same time as her

The snow demons of the generation are probably dead, and the snow demons who remain today are all descendants, or they have only awakened for a few hundred years.

"Sister...... Yan Fulan's face was full of hunger, "I'm really hungry, I haven't eaten for many days."

The little bell hesitated and said, "I can give you some mana, but you can't eat it all, you should know that if you suck up my mana, I will die, and once I die, the people here will kill you immediately."

Yan Fulan nodded, and couldn't wait to stretch her hair towards the little bell, but it didn't completely wrap the little bell's head, just gently placed it on the back of its head.

As the demonic power was sucked away by Yan Fulan, the little bell felt a wave of dizziness, as if some human blood vessel had been cut open and blood was slowly flowing outward.

However, Yan Fulan is still a child after all, and because of hunger, she has forgotten the previous advice of the little bell.

As Yan Fulan's speed of absorbing demon power became faster and more fierce, the little bell realized that if he didn't stop, he was afraid that he would lose his life, so he raised his hand to push Yan Fulan away.

But Yan Fulan used her hair to absorb her magic power, not her hands, so this push didn't make any sense.

"Stop, stop......" After the little bell reluctantly said two stop words, Yan Fulan finally came back to her senses, stopped immediately, and withdrew her hair.

The little bell was finally able to breathe, but she really couldn't hold it anymore, because Yan Fulan had absorbed too much, causing the remaining magic power in her body to only maintain her basic life needs, and she fell directly into the carriage and fainted.

Yan Fulan panicked, and hurriedly stepped forward and shook the little bell: "Sister, are you okay?" You're not going to die, are you? I didn't absorb your magic power, I really didn't, you must not die."

For other snow demons, Yan Fulan will suck it and won't feel anything, just like when people eat, they won't think about whether it's right to do this, but because the magic power in the little bell's body is similar to Yan Fulan's, Yan Fulan regards the little bell as a relative.

This feeling is far closer than that of her mother, Xuelu.

It's as if the little bell is Yan Fulan's mother.

Under Yan Fulan's shaking and calling, the little bell woke up with his eyes open.

The little bell smiled unprecedentedly, held Yan Fulan's hand and said, "I'm fine, don't be afraid, besides, I'm much older than you, and it's not too much to be your grandmother, but I don't like to be called so old, you can call me aunt in the future, just treat me as your mother's sister."

Yan Fulan nodded, wiping away the tears that had flowed out: "Auntie, I know."

Little Bell was still smiling, "My real name is Xue Yao, but calling this name in Ruiyuan may cause trouble, so you can call me Aunt Bell."

Yan Fulan nodded: "Snow Bell?"

Yan Fulan's innocence made Little Bell can't stop laughing: "Little Bell, it's not Snow Bell, good girl, my aunt is very tired and needs to rest, are you also tired?" Aunt hugging you, shall we sleep for a while?"

Yan Fulan obediently got into the arms of the little bell, and then whispered, "Auntie, Fulan is asleep."

The little bell hugged Yan Fulan in her arms, and there was an indescribable sense of intimacy, as if she was really hugging her daughter.

Yes, when she was still Xue Yao, she had hoped countless times that she could have one or several children belonging to Feng Heng.

Thinking of this, the little bell hugged Yan Fulan tightly, like holding a baby who could continue his life.

For children, the mother is the source of their own life.

For the mother, the child is the continuation of her life.