The Devil and the Flower

Jiang Huan has always been arrogant and arrogant, and very self-aware.

It doesn't feel like being in it, but from the perspective of a bystander - he wants to beat himself again.

Wu Shuangya said casually: "Who is this person so crazy? Emperor Jiang is not as crazy as him?"

Jiang Huan turned his hand and beat the top of his head expressionlessly.

Wu Shuangya jumped up with a "owwow", covered the top of his head and took a deep breath.

Feng Yue resigned, "Wang Ting."

Jiang Huan said: "Ah Yue, a man of strength is not called madness, but self-confidence, right?"

Feng Yue resigned, "Yes."

Jiang Huan said: "Ah Yue, Ah Yue..."

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Feng Yueci called people over and over again, then raised his hand to touch his forehead, and said softly: "Wangting is very good."

Jiang Huan held his hand and asked, "Does Ah Yue like it?"

Feng Yue resigned, "Yes."

Jiang Huan kept pestering him, and asked again, "What is that? I can't hear you clearly."

Feng Yue resigned, "I like it."

Jiang Huan smiled contentedly, and looked at himself in the picture much more pleasing to the eye.

Poor Wu Shuangya was beaten for no reason, rubbed his head, and dared not speak out.

Lin Yanlan just stared at the little girl in the dream, her eyes were sometimes blank and sometimes thoughtful, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

The little girl sat down beside the black-robed man, and said solemnly: "I don't know what your Excellency wishes, but please be careful with your words. If you want people's will and heaven's will to be yours, where will you put His Majesty the Demon King? This is already disrespectful." !"

The man in black poured the wine and said calmly: "Your life is not long, if you have time to worry about others, why not think about yourself."

When Lin Lan heard this, she felt amused before being surprised, pointing to herself and said, "Me? How is it possible? I am a doctor myself..."

The black robe said humanely: "Doctors don't heal themselves."

Lin Lan checked up and down, but still didn't find anything wrong with her, and asked, "Then tell me, why is it that I will die soon?"

The black robe said humanely: "Seeing that you are no longer a child at all, but you are still young and unable to grow up, have you ever thought about the reason?"

Lin Lan said: "I've always been like this, it's not a disease."

The black runner said indifferently: "It's because you carry a spiritual object, which has been absorbing your spiritual power and vitality. For many years, your appearance is as usual, but the inside is empty, so naturally your life will not be long."

Lin Lan froze at the table as if struck by lightning upon hearing the words, as if she was dumbfounded.

She was trembling all over, her lips were trembling, and she managed to utter a sentence, "Impossible! The spirit on my body is used to save people!"

The man in black drank alcohol on his own, without a word of comfort, and said indifferently: "What saves people can also kill people."

Lin Lan's eyes were red in an instant, and she stood up and took several steps back. Under the shock, she staggered and leaned on the table and chair beside her with confused eyes.

"I do not believe!"

"what ever."

The man in black finished drinking, put down his glass, and before he finished speaking, his figure disappeared.

We met by chance, but because of her kind words, I only mentioned a few words.

He never meddles in his own business.

Lin Lan looked around, trying to get him to speak clearly, but the man seemed to appear out of thin air and disappear in a blink of an eye.

The conversation just now seemed like a dream.

She stood there in a daze, turned around quickly, and rushed into the mountain forest without looking back, holding the jade pot and apricot forest, holding back the astringency in her eyes, and kept asking.

"He must be lying to me."

"Xinglin, tell me he's lying to me, right?"

"You are a gift from His Majesty the Demon King. You have saved so many people with your father. If you have a spirit, you must be pure and good. How could you harm me?"

No one answered.

The little girl's voice became hoarse, and she finally stopped, she was in a daze for a long time, then she closed her eyes, and tears splashed into the pot.

Spring goes to autumn, autumn goes to winter solstice.

There was heavy snow falling in the sky, and the distance was pure white, pure and ethereal, quiet and beautiful.

Lin Lan still took Yuhu Xinglin, traveled to countless mountains and towns, and rescued countless sick and suffering people, but she herself was getting weaker and weaker day by day.

In the vast snow field, she finally fell down powerlessly. Only then did she truly believe what the man in black said.

"Aniang said, I was able to survive thanks to you when I was born. I don't know if it's because of this. I was born with a sense of closeness to you. We have been together for so many years, and you are no longer a spiritual thing in my heart. It’s the existence of close relatives.”

The little girl fell into the snow, covered the top of the jade pot with her clothes, blocking the wind and snow that filled the sky, and whispered angrily.

"I believe that if you have a spirit, this is not what you want."

"I really want to be with you again, but I'm really dying. I think it would be great if I can exchange my life for your new life so that you can save more people from now on."

Lin Lan bit her lip and cut her wrist resolutely. The blood gushed out like a spring and poured on the branches.

The apricot branch absorbed the blood, but instead of seeing the blood, it emitted a faint white light.

Lin Lan felt chills all over her body, cold sweat oozing from her forehead due to the pain, the light in her eyes gradually faded, and she smiled like a flash of light, recalling many past events, and said to herself: "Come out with the token but fail to return it. .I'm sorry, Aniang, and everyone in Lanxi City."

Her eyes gradually closed, and she lay on the snowy ground exhausted, her frozen body buried silently by the wind and snow.

Suddenly, the Yuhu Xinglin grove shook violently, spun into the sky, and in the radiance, pure white flowers fell like snow, blending into the vast snow.

Immediately afterwards, a figure slowly walked out of the white light, dressed in white and barefoot, walking in the void, she was actually a pretty girl, she was a copy of Lin Lan.

The little girl leaned over and hugged Lin Lan, injecting a steady stream of vitality, causing her frozen blood to warm up gradually.

Wu Shuangya's eyes widened, Lin Yanlan stepped forward and stared at the scene in front of him.

The token of the devil king, Yuhu Xinglin... turned into a human in front of them!

Simply appalling.

In contrast, Jiang Huan only raised his eyebrows slightly, not particularly surprised, obviously already had a guess.

Feng Yueci just watched quietly, without saying a word from the beginning to the end.

He is always the best bystander.

Lin Lan didn't wake up, her vitality had been cut off.

The little girl refused to stop, her thin voice was like a puff of smoke that would dissipate at any time, she said: "Winter is snowing all over the sky, if you think I have a spirit. I am Dong Ling, sister."

Lin Yanlan's heartbeat stopped suddenly, her feet went limp, and she almost fainted and fell to the ground.

Wu Shuangya hurriedly supported her: "Sister Yanlan!"

Lin Yanlan's eyes were in a trance, her fingers tightly grabbed Wu Shuangya's sleeves, and she looked over again for support.

"Sister, wake up."

"Winter Spirit is wrong, Winter Spirit can't control herself."

"elder sister--"

The little girl looked dazed, sad, and puzzled.

After some time, she was almost exhausted, and her figure became more and more empty, but she held Lin Lan and refused to let go.

The wind and snow were getting bigger and bigger, and a figure slowly approached in the distance. It was vaguely an adult man, wearing a ghost mask on his face, so he couldn't see his appearance clearly.

Feng Yueci's eyes narrowed slightly.

Jiang Huan glanced at him, full of disgust, thinking, it's not A Yue, what kind of mask is he wearing.

Behind him, Wu Shuangya said "ah", and looked at the figure suspiciously, "That person..."

He stopped halfway through the conversation.

Wu Shuangya murmured in his heart, why does this person look so much like his elder brother!

People are similar... coincidence.

The ghost-faced man looked at the two little girls with the same appearance, without the slightest emotion in his voice, he said, "Do you want to save her?"

Dong Ling said softly, "Who are you?"

The ghost-faced man said: "You don't need to know, tell me, you want to, or you don't want to,"

Dong Ling said: "Think."

The ghost-faced man said: "She is physically dead, but her soul is still lingering in the dream before death. As long as you want, she can be reborn in the dream, but she will forget all the memories of her life."

"I will. I want my sister to wake up."

"It's really rare for a spirit to turn into a person. This is also your good fortune. You only need to promise me, forget about Lanxi City, take her away from Lanxi City, and never go back. You also have to avoid one person, so that he can never be found you."

"Who?"

"Emperor Jiang."

The flying snow gradually flooded the screen.

Jiang Huan thought, Oh, it's me again.

Before he could say anything, the scene in front of him changed again.

Winter is coming to spring, the apricot forest is fragrant, Lin Lan's mother is gray-haired, dying on the hospital bed, but she tilts her head and looks out of the window, as if she wants to penetrate the void, looking far, far away, looking for her for many years Missing daughter.

She raised her hand with difficulty, her cloudy eyes were filled with tears: "Lan'er, my Lan'er... when will you come back?"

After the words fell, her arms were hanging on the side of the bed, her eyes were open, and she remained motionless.

She is dead.

Lin Yanlan covered her lips, suppressing her crying, she wanted to scream, she wanted to cry, but she could only cry silently, unable to do anything.

Many, many years later, Lanxi City was destroyed in the Battle of Heaven Realm, and all the people in the city were killed in battle, only a few children escaped.

"We have to live, we are the only ones left in Lanxi City. But it's so dangerous here, should we change places?"

"No, grandpa told us to stay here. What if the young lady comes back and doesn't recognize her home?"

The children have red eyes, but their immature faces are full of determination. They want to stay here and pass on the orthodoxy. The blood of Baolanxi City is continuous and endless. They also want to stay here, waiting for someone who has not returned.

In the Battle of Heaven Realm, Lanxi City was destroyed, but one name became famous.

Dream Demon, impermanent Dream Demon.

It is rumored that the Dream Demon is the most gentle person among the four demon generals. She never hurts anyone, and wherever she goes, she only gives every desperate person the happiest dream.

The city was destroyed and people were destroyed, where the walls and ruins were destroyed, two figures, one large and one small, walked slowly in the mist.

"Sister, I always feel that I have forgotten a very important thing."

"Winter Spirit, you have said this many times."

"...Really. When will we return to the state of impermanence? I don't like the outside. It's full of wars and dead people."

"Because the flames of war are still on, we can't go back. We have to protect our home. Winter Spirit, be good, don't be afraid."

"Well, as long as my sister is here, I won't be afraid of anything."

The fog cleared, and Lin Yanlan faced the woman walking in front of her, just like looking in a mirror, exactly.

Feng Yueci lowered his eyes, Jiang Huan shook his head, Wu Shuangya opened his mouth wide, unable to utter a word.

Only Lin Yanlan had tears in her eyes, and the pain pierced her heart.

She suddenly laughed, and the laughter became more and more sad, and she covered her cheeks in an instant, crying: "Why? Why—"

Her mother, her people, her Lanxi City.

Why did she save so many people and protect so many people, but she forgot her relatives.

Why did her wish to practice medicine to help the world get such an ending?

All the scenes disappeared, and the figure of the little girl in white appeared in the distance, with a timid expression, not daring to go forward.

Wordless sadness enveloped her, she was already in tears, crying intermittently, it was heartbreaking: "I'm sorry, sister, you gave me a home, but I made you never go home again."

The two sisters looked at each other, and suddenly the past was unfinished, as if it was yesterday.

The world is impermanent, how can it be as one wishes?

The succubus dreamed for thousands of years, and finally it was time to wake up.

The author has something to say: Dongling is Yuhu Xinglin, and Miss Lin is a dream monster. Is there any little angel who guessed it all correctly? QAQ