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Those trees... those sycamore trees planted outside the sleeping hall!

Lu Mingsi suddenly thought of something, and suddenly opened his eyes, a flash of uncontrollable excitement flashed in them: "I remember, those trees that Wei Lan planted outside the bedroom... seem very delicate?"

He said something to himself, ignored Bai Xia's reaction, and fell into deep thought.

Those trees were very delicate, and when they were first transplanted, they wilted within a few days, as if they were about to wither and die, no matter what fairy jade liquid was poured on them, it was useless.Later, it was Wei Lan who found a special fertilizer and successfully fed those trees.

Lu Ming didn't know what method he used, but he remembered that when he went home that time, Wei Lan excitedly told him that the Tianwu tree outside could survive.

He remembered that the dormitory was full of a strange smell that day, and Wei Lan's charming little face showed a pale and sickly appearance, and she fainted when they were in love...

Now that I think about it, there are flaws everywhere.

In the past, he didn't know what the smell was, but now he knows it.

——It was the smell of Wei Lan's blood.

On the day of the catastrophe, Wei Lan took off her outer robe, and the fragrance that was like a flower and mixed with the fragrance of plants and trees filled the air.

It turns out that Wei Lan has been using her own blood...to raise the Tianwu tree outside.

It should be very painful to perform bloodletting on a regular basis...?

They are just some lifeless trees, why did Wei Lan do this?

Lu Mingsi felt a dull pain in his heart, as if someone had cut a hole in it, and the wound hurt every time he found a detail that he had never noticed before.

He seemed to know Wei Lan very well, but also seemed to have never understood him.

Lu Mingsi's pupils trembled slightly, but he didn't let his pain show at all. Instead, he lowered his eyes and held his breath, and his heart became firmer.

——He knew he was wrong, and in the future, he would listen to Wei Lan's thoughts carefully, but before that, they had to have a future first.

"Those trees..." Lu Mingsi's voice sounded again, he stood up suddenly from the jade seat, waving his sleeves lightly, without explaining a word, but flew straight to the back mountain.

Bai Xia didn't keep up with his brain circuit at all, but Lu Mingsi's state was obviously not normal, she was worried and followed him.

As soon as Lu Ming came out of the Tianji Hall, he flew directly to the back mountain with his sword. After a while, the lush grove around the sleeping hall appeared in front of him.

It has been less than half a month since Wei Lan's accident, and the Wushu has been left unattended these days.

As if to confirm Lu Mingsi's deepest guess, these days the sycamore tree has withered to varying degrees, and some leaves have already fallen, and it is completely impossible to see that only half a month ago, it was still full of branches and leaves. appearance.

From a distance of several feet, Lu Ming slashed directly at the thick branch of the tree with a sword light - the trunk that needed two people to hug broke off at the waist, slid down the edge of the knife, and then fell to the ground, countless branches snapped off , the fallen leaves are falling.

A dark green sap oozes from the fracture of the trunk, which is a little cloudy, and exudes a fragrance that resembles flowers and leaves.

It's just that the fragrance is very light, and when the wind blows, it disperses between the heaven and the earth.

It's the smell of Wei Lan's blood...

Lu Mingsi's eyes lit up, and a look of wild joy flashed across his face, he turned around and was about to attack the other Tianwu trees.

——He wants to draw Wei Lan's blood from these trees and use it to nourish the remaining soul in the blood tear. As long as the remnant soul is strong enough, he can use the forbidden technique to bring Wei Lan back to the world. to myself.

Since it is a forbidden technique, it cannot be used casually - using that forbidden technique may abolish his cultivation, but Lu Mingsi doesn't care.

He wanted Wei Lan to come back to him.

...he couldn't lose him.

When Lu Mingsi's next blow was about to come out, Bai Xia finally came after him.

She saw the Tianwu tree lying on the ground, and she didn't understand what Lu Mingsi was doing, was she completely crazy?

Seeing that he was about to strike again and destroy the entire forest below, Bai Xia hurriedly drew out his spiritual weapon and slashed at it to block Lu Mingsi's attack.

"Lu Mingsi, are you crazy? You know how much Wei Lan loves these sycamore trees, why did you attack them?"

The sword qi collided with the saber qi, and then dissipated between heaven and earth.

Lu Mingsi glanced at her, because he saw a glimmer of hope, and rarely had a good face.

He patiently explained: "The sap flowing out of these trees can revive Lan Lan. Lan Lan used to feed these trees with her own blood."

As long as he thought of Wei Lan's bloodletting to feed these trees every day, Lu Mingsi didn't like these delicate trees.

"Resurrection?" Bai Xia's pupils dilated, with a bad feeling in her heart, her voice became a little out of control: "What crazy words are you talking about? Wei Lan is dead, already dead! Died before your eyes!"

In Lu Mingsi's eyes, blood gushed out again.

He turned cold, and mercilessly slapped Bai Xia into the air, and said in a cold voice: "If you can't do your best, get out, don't get in the way. I do things, and I don't need to explain to others."

As he said that, he wanted to attack the remaining Tianwu trees again.

Bai Xia flew back after being repelled, she wiped off the blood from her lips, and looked at the back of that desperate man, her forehead ached.

She wanted to walk away without bothering about Lu Mingsi's messy affairs, but she firmly remembered that Wei Lan once asked her to take good care of the Wu Clan, take care of... the lives he loved.

Bai Xia closed her eyes, and then said slowly: "Lu Mingsi, don't you really understand the meaning of Alan's last look? Can't you... let him go?"

"Please...don't continue to trample on what Wei Lan cherishes."

The air became quiet for a moment, and Lu Mingsi, who was about to make a move, froze in mid-air.

The sleeping hall was in a mess, the remains of a sycamore tree fell on the ground, and several other trees were blown so that their branches were skewed, and their roots could barely grasp the ground.

Lu Ming flew in the air, raised his sword, but couldn't cut it down.

——Bai Xia's words exposed the fact that he was least willing to face, that is, Wei Lan wanted to leave his side.

He could understand the meaning of Wei Lan's last look, but he didn't want to.

He buried this memory deeply in the deepest part of his mind, as if if he didn't think about it, he could not face it, but Bai Xia tore up the peace he tried so hard to whitewash, insisting on forcing him to face up to the fact.

If Ah Lan really made up his mind to leave his side, what would he do...?

Lu Ming didn't want to think about it, nor did he dare to think about it.

The sunlight shifted inch by inch, and after an unknown amount of time, Lu Mingsi finally found his voice.

"If he wants me to let him go... then let him tell me in person. At least, let me say sorry."

"Bai Xia, no one can stop me from bringing Alan back... No one can."

Lu Ming turned his head and took a deep look at Bai Xia. There was a hint of madness in his eyes, as if magma was brewing in the depths of a volcano, and it would suddenly erupt at some point.

Bai Xia opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.

An indescribable exhaustion lingered in her heart, and she suddenly realized that when Wei Lan faced Lu Mingsi, that feeling of powerlessness that he couldn't listen to whatever he said...

It's an uncomfortable feeling, a feeling that one's efforts are nothing but self-defeating.

After a long time, I didn't say anything.

"As you like."

Bai Xia closed her eyes, took one last look at the dormitory where she and Wei Lan had fond memories, turned and left.

She can't protect the sycamore tree, nor can she protect the flowers and plants that Wei Lan cherishes.

But she will protect the Wu Clan for him.

Lu Mingsi looked at the back of her leaving in disappointment, and had a moment of self-doubt——was what he did really right?

But in the end, all the emotions couldn't match the pain in his heart.

His always cold eyes became broken and dim, like a person drowning, he didn't know what else to do except hold on to the life-saving straw in front of him.

There is only hope in this path, so how could he let go?

It was better to be hated and resented by the living... never to see him again.

When he opened his eyes again, there was no wavering in Lu Mingsi's dark pupils.

He raised his sword, and the wind of the sword fell. Countless flames followed the wind of the sword and burned to the Tianwu tree, spreading from one to another. In the end, none of the trees fell, and they were all bathed in the raging fire.

The sycamore tree started to burn from the leaves, as if it had been splashed with the brightest dye. In the "crack" sound of the flames bursting, one giant tree after another fell down, and the quiet fragrance like flowers and trees was transpiring. rise.

Lu Mingsi closed his eyes, and whispered to himself: "...Tell me personally, Lan Lan."