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Day [-]

After the Lan Yanling riot, there was silence for a few days.

During this period, not a single bit of spiritual energy was absorbed, and on the fifth day, Lan Yanling became active again.

The spiritual energy absorbed now is 2.5 times that of the original, which is just at Chen Xingran's limit.

Chen Xingran guessed that Lan Yanling's level had been promoted...

I asked the little goddess about her condition, and found that her Purple Flame Spirit was stable and gentle. The little goddess even said that there was no movement at all from the Purple Flame Spirit.

Chen Xingran remained calm.

These are all acceptable, after all, the little goddess is very special.

"At first, Zi Yanling wanted to eat me, but it pushed itself to the point of fainting, and then I fainted too.

Sometimes the Purple Flame Spirit disobeys, so I beat it..."

Chen Xingran:......

I was still worried about the little goddess before, but now I am still worried about myself.

When Lan Yanling is promoted again, he will probably be gone!

Thinking of this, Chen Xingran suddenly thought of a strange point of concern.

‘I am much younger than most people, five or six years younger.

Spiritual bond grows with age...

Therefore, most people can still cope with Yan Ling, and there should be only a few who have such a difficult time as me. ’

……

Drinking the blood bag in one gulp, the body feels much more comfortable under the water of blood.

By now, Chen Xingran had a fairly good understanding of the island's situation.

This small island is roughly crescent-shaped. With the cabin as the center, there is a circle of stone forest and then there is the forest.

No one knows what lies beyond the woods...

Chen Xingran asked the little goddess her name today.

The little goddess was obviously stunned for a moment when she heard the question, and then said in an uncertain voice:

"My name is...my name is...I can't remember.

My dad... likes to call me Little Cutie Jiang..."

While speaking, the eyes of the little goddess were filled with tears.

Suddenly he choked and his voice became hoarse, and he held Chen Xingran's arms tightly with both hands.

Chen Xingran stopped talking and wanted to comfort him, but he didn't know what to say...

He stretched out a hand to wipe the tears of the little goddess.

After the little goddess's mood stabilizes...

"I'll take you to catch rabbits today, hurry up, it'll be too late soon."

Chen Xingran looked at the little goddess with red eyes and said softly.

The little goddess hummed softly, and Chen Xingran took the little goddess's hand and led her forward.

……

Day [-]

night.

Chen Xingran was constantly resisting Lan Yanling.

For more than ten days, there has been no miracle... no golden finger... I can only watch the Lan Yanling swallowing his own soul bit by bit.

The more you recover, the more Lan Yanling will devour you.

If there is too little spiritual power, Lan Yanling will forcefully squeeze out the spiritual energy from Chen Xingran's flesh and blood.

The little goddess on the side noticed something strange about Chen Xingran.

Looking at the figure sitting outside the entrance of the stone cave, panic was revealed in his voice.

"You...what's wrong with you? Are you like those people?"

......

A man died this morning, and he kept screaming before he died.

I kept praying for the blood bag... In the end, I had no choice but to frantically start snatching the blood bag.

Finally he got it...

After the blood bag was drunk, the whole person began to self-immolate, and only ashes remained.

The ashes were cleaned up by Blade Dance's Pumpkin Sir...

Light yellow subtitles appeared at the right time, "Lesson: Drinking too much blood bag will kill you"

......

Chen Xingran's condition showed the same symptoms as the person in the morning.

The little goddess panicked and tried to find a blood bag, but both her own and Chen Xingran's were empty.

……

at this time.

Chen Xingran could no longer notice the outside world and was in a coma.

The little goddess's eyes trembled and she stammered, "Blood... blood... I want to drink blood... my... my blood... my own blood."

Kneeling down next to Chen Xingran, he put Chen Xingran on his lap.

He stretched out his little hand and started biting his fingers without hesitation.

The little goddess groaned, without any hesitation in her movements.

I took several bites in succession, and even though the skin was broken, my fingertips ached to death, and very little blood came out, so it was of no use at all.

The little goddess looked around and picked up a sharp piece of stone.

It's used for cutting food and is cleaned every day. I didn't cook today, so it's still clean.

He used stone chips to make several cuts on his hands, and his hands were stained red with blood.

Pass your hand to Chen Xingran's mouth...

It was useless, Chen Xingran couldn't open his mouth.

The little goddess put her hand to her mouth, sucked her own blood and then put it into Chen Xingran's mouth.

again and again…

Whenever no blood can be sucked out, the little goddess will make a few more cuts.

If you can't suck it out with one hand, use the other hand...

After the blood on the stone flakes dries, it will be impregnated again...

The hands of the little goddess are always bloody...

The clothes are also dotted with blood...

Chen Xingran's collar was stained red at some point.

I don’t know how long it took, but the little goddess never stopped.

His face was pale, and his movements showed no hesitation until he fainted...

After waking up.

Chen Xingran, feeling the pain in his body, didn't have time to be thankful that he had carried it through...

Chen Xingran was stunned when he felt the smell of rust on the tip of his nose.

I opened my eyes and stood up, noticing that my calf had been resting on it all night...

He turned to look at the little goddess who was covered in blood and fainted on the side.

He stretched out his hand and touched his collar, and then touched the corner of his mouth...it was full of dried blood.

Squatting down, he carefully helped the little goddess up, and inadvertently touched the little hand hidden underneath.

The little goddess frowned slightly, and tears flowed from her tightly closed eyes.

There seemed to be some bad experiences in the dream.

"You don't want to die...I have...blood for you to drink."

The trembling voice... made Chen Xingran feel horrified.

Seeing the ulcerated little hands, Chen Xingran felt a cramp...

call!

Calm down and stay calm.

Treat the little goddess’s wounds little by little...

Chen Xingran suddenly raised his head, and Sir Pumpkin stood in the distance, watching the two of them quietly.

Chen Xingran understood that nothing that happened in the secret realm could escape the eyes of this beast.

So, what should the little goddess do?

Chen Xingran remains vigilant...

Sir Pumpkin raised his hand and the blood bag fell to Chen Xingran's side.

The figure flickered and disappeared.

Chen Xingran picked up the blood bag on the ground and gently raised the little goddess's head.

The blood bag was fed to the mouth, and the little goddess's injuries were quickly recovered to the naked eye.

After feeding one bag, Chen Xingran continued feeding...

……

Looking at the little goddess who was still in a coma, Chen Xingran showed no expression on his face and remained dead silent.

The clenched left hand... there is a faint mark of Hibiscus flower on the palm of the hand...

……

sixtieth day

Chen Xingran leisurely took the little goddess to wander outside the forest.

The little goddess's injuries have almost healed, and there aren't even scars on her hands.

After experiencing being fed blood, Chen Xingran discovered that there was a mark of Bana Flower on the palm of his left hand.

After careful exploration, I figured out some of the functions of the mark...

For example... the imprint of Bana Flower has an absolute suppressive effect on Lan Yanling.

With a slight thought, Lan Yanling will be suppressed to the point where he doesn't dare to leave the tower and take advantage of the enemy line...

This ability is definitely a life-saving straw for Chen Xingran.

.......

As the memory recovery time gets longer and longer, Chen Xingran's sorting out of the memory becomes clearer and clearer.

The problem of memory has been bothering Chen Xingran for a long time. He obviously has some impression, but if he thinks about the details, it takes a lot of energy, and he may not be able to figure it out.

It's just like writing a novel. A certain fragment is burning in your mind, it feels cool, and you feel that you will become a great god in the future. Then when you start writing, you will find that it is nothing and that it makes no sense.

This feeling is so uncomfortable. If you want to figure something out, you have to polish it bit by bit and delete useless memories.

In the past two months, Chen Xingran has always had doubts about his own time travel. Regarding the matter of being reborn after a car accident, Chen Xingran only felt that it was ridiculous.

If there is a system, I can barely explain it. But if there is a system, it is actually better to die directly.

No matter how good his life is, Chen Xingran does not want or like to be dominated by anything. Even if he is imprisoned now, what is imprisoned is only his body...

Systemically speaking, it is very likely that even the soul does not belong to oneself. Can one still be considered oneself?

Now, Chen Xingran is certain that his ability to travel through time may really be an accident and has nothing to do with the car accident.

......

On the day of the crossing, Chen Xingran was by the bridge.

In the evening, the moonlight was quite soft, and my eyes were slightly confused as I looked at the city I had been climbing for more than ten years.

Time seemed to have stood still at this moment, with colorful lights flashing, the sound of wind gradually rising, and the surrounding area becoming noisy at this moment.

A shrill whistle sounded and the lights flashed.

Then, there was a sting, and the two cars collided. One of them hit Chen Xingran sideways.

Can't escape...

boom! !

The body fell into the lake and sank little by little.

The lake is very cold...

I have already sentenced myself to death in my heart.

But dying in this position is a bit uncomfortable...

He used his last bit of strength to turn over...but he didn't know when he caught a bead emitting purple-red light in his hand.

The memory has become blurry again at this point.

I just remember that at the end, Chen Xingran only had one thought in his mind...

Very profound...

"free."

......

Every time he thought of this, Chen Xingran couldn't help but look at the palm of his left hand, where a dark purple flower-shaped tattoo flashed away. The shape of the flower was very similar to the shape of the other side flower in his previous life.

......

After experiencing the thrill of that night, the little goddess made Chen Xingran drink her blood in order for him to survive.

Even if Chen Xingran clearly said that there is no need...

But... he couldn't twist it at all. If he couldn't see it, he would find a way to hurt himself and get the blood out, which Chen Xingran must drink.

But Chen Xingran didn't drink, so the little goddess had no choice but to... always be prepared...

......

Looking at the mark in his hand, Chen Xingran looked up at the sky.

Wangwen sincerely refuses to deceive me, my golden finger is finally here! !