Xianjun's stand-in ran away

Wei Lan took a deep breath, suppressed the rising emotions in her heart, and followed Wu Qi to the top of Jianmu.

The upward spiral ladder leads directly to the crown of Jianmu. The two walked halfway, the spiral staircase in front of them diverged into a fork, and went deep into the interior of Jianmu. The two walked along the fork for a while, and saw the damaged part of Jianmu that the old patriarch said .

——The original straight and wide road was suddenly interrupted, and a cliff-like broken mark appeared inside Jianmu, completely destroying the advancing trail and collapsing into a deep crack.

Wei Lan's breathing was stagnant, and she clenched her fingers tightly.

Wu Qi didn't notice Wei Lan's strange appearance, and the worry that could not be erased appeared on his face: "When I woke up, there was already this gap, but it wasn't so huge at the beginning. Gradually expanding, even if I try my best to push Jianmu to try to close this broken line, I can only slow down its expansion speed..."

He raised his head, expressing some anticipation: "Wei Lan, try it, can you squeeze this gap together with your strength, and if the crack continues like this, Jianmu's trunk may break at any time..."

When Wu Qi was the head of the clan, he had read the memorabilia of the Wu clan from ancient times to the present, but Jianmu was like a part of the heaven and earth, and there had never been any problems. Breaking into southern Xinjiang to attack Jianmu failed to cause any damage to this big tree.

He was completely at a loss as to how this rift came into being.

To be honest, Wu Qi was not sure whether Wei Lan could heal Jianmu's internal injuries, but he was going to try a dead horse as a living horse doctor, but now seeing Wei Lan's expression, he vaguely felt that Wei Lan The truth about Jianmu's injury...maybe he really knows a thing or two.

Wei Lan gritted her teeth, and replied with a gloomy face: "I will do my best, Grandpa go to the side and wait for a while."

Wu Qi nodded, turned around and walked back to the main spiral staircase, holding on to the handrail and looking worriedly at Wei Lan in the depths of the fork.

After Wei Lan finished speaking, he took two steps forward, raised his hands and stuck them on the tree trunk next to the cut, lowered his head, and rested his forehead on the tree trunk devoutly, his long black hair was windless Swinging, the seven-color knots gradually lose their luster, making the jade beads at the end of the hair shine brightly.

In the next moment, Wei Lan's consciousness spread to the entire Jianmu plant.

The broken mark started from the inside of the wood, and there is no visible damage from the outside, but if it is allowed to continue to expand, it will soon affect the outer branches, and if it continues to crack along this angle, it will just form. The broken mark that Wei Lan had seen before, under the blood moon, almost split Jianmu's trunk in two...

Exactly.

A hunch was finally confirmed in reality.

Wei Lan's heart was suddenly clenched by someone, her body against the tree trunk trembled uncontrollably, her slender eyelashes trembled, and two lines of crystals slid down her cheeks under the action of gravity, dripping When it reached the ground, a cloud of water splashed, causing the whole Jianmu to vibrate for a moment.

Outside, countless birds flew up from the huge canopy of Jianmu, throwing their nests in scattered formations. The lush branches trembled slightly, and the leaves on the branches made a fine rustling sound, like a silent comfort.

While weeping, Wei Lan devoted all her attention to trying to close the crack, but the crack seemed to be a part of Jianmu itself.

Just like he can only control the branches of Jianmu to fight against the enemy, but he can't control the branches of Jianmu to hurt the main trunk of Jianmu, the crack is the same, it is a kind of imprint belonging to Jianmu itself, and he has exhausted all he has. Strength can only slow down the expansion of the rift, but cannot heal that rift.

Wei Lan was helpless.

... In the end, Jian Mu still had to change back to the appearance he had seen at the last moment of his previous life.

As if aware of his efforts, an irresistible huge yet gentle force suddenly enveloped Wei Lan's consciousness and pushed him out of the body.

Wei Lan fell to the ground, leaning limply against the tree trunk in front of her.

"Lu, Ming, Si—" He squeezed out the name word by word through his teeth. He wanted to cry, but no tears came out.

His tears have already dried up, but the wound in his heart will never heal.

Those injuries that have happened... have happened after all.

This is a fact that can never be changed.

The illusory sound of cracking sounded from the bottom of Wei Lan's heart, and the emerald-colored complex spell was suspended above Wei Lan's heart. She wanted to shrink, but was stretched by invisible things, and then stretched again. Finally, the curse reached the capacity it could bear. limit.

puff-

The mantra shattered inch by inch.

Those emotions that had been sealed away were like a lake that broke its embankment, pouring back into Wei Lan's heart again, turning into small insects, tearing every nerve of him, making him almost mad with pain.

But amidst such extreme pain, Wei Lan felt some masochistic pleasure from the bottom of her heart——

He deserved to be tortured by these emotional bugs.

He deserves it.

It was all his fault, not only harming himself, but also harming the sacred tree.

He thought that by going back in time, everything could be restarted, the damage that happened before could be erased, and he could start again without any burden... But the reality slapped him and told him that there is no such good thing in the world.

Apart from him, Jianmu was also affected by the previous life, leaving behind an injury that time cannot heal.

Wei Lan lowered her head, her facial features were distorted by the pain, her lower lip was bitten bloodstained, but she didn't say a word.

sorry……

sorry Sorry sorry……

His eyes were red, he straightened up suddenly, and slammed his forehead against Jianmu's trunk——

bang.

Then, again.

"Wei Lan!" Wu Qi was frightened by his crazy posture, and hurried over.

In such a short period of time when he ran over, Wei Lan slammed him hard several times, causing blood to drip on his forehead, and drops of blood as bright red as jewels slid down his fair cheeks, extending out pieces of incomplete bright red.

Wu Qi rushed forward and put his arms around his shoulders, forcefully pulling him aside, "Lan Lan, what are you doing!"

The two fell to the ground, Wei Lan was like a doll with a broken clockwork, with a pair of dark amber eyes open, breathing lightly, motionless, neither resisting nor speaking.

Wu Qi was so distressed that he wanted to use his sleeve to wipe the blood on Wei Lan's forehead, but caught his eyes unexpectedly——

Those were a pair of eyes covered with bloodshot eyes, and the amber pupils were almost dyed black.

The corners of Wei Lan's eyes were so red that they were almost stained with blood, but the corners of his eyes were dry, unable to shed a single tear. He sat there dumbfounded, the blood slid down his forehead, wiped the corners of his eyes, and It dripped down his cheeks to the ground, leaving a bloody tear trail on his face.

"Lan Lan..." Wu Qi hugged him into his arms, raised his hand tremblingly and wiped the blood on his face, trying to comfort the child, but he didn't even know what happened.

Wei Lan let him play around like a doll, leaning against his arms without saying a word.

After an unknown amount of time, Wei Lan's slender eyelashes blinked lightly, and two tears suddenly overflowed from the corners of her eyes, diluting the dried blood on her face.

He asked in a hoarse voice: "Grandpa, I was wrong, I really know I was wrong... But if it was me who was wrong, then I should be punished, why did you hurt the sacred tree? Why..."

His voice was so trembling that he could hardly hear the complete sentence, but the strong remorse seemed to be able to reach the bottom of a person's heart.

That was the sacred tree that he had worshiped and served all his life, and it was just a momentary act of his. Why did Jianmu have to pay the wrong price in the end?

"My child, it's not your fault, it's not your fault..." Wu Qi touched his face, repeating the same sentence over and over again.

He held Wei Lan's head tightly in his arms, and comforted him over and over again, but on his raised face, those cloudy eyes flashed unspeakable pain.

——Why, again and again, their son of God... always wants to fall in love with someone who shouldn't be loved?

The moment Jianmu swayed, all the creatures that inhabited the canopy left, only Xueji, who didn't know how to climb up, hugged the branch tightly.

When the movement of Jianmu subsided, he climbed forward for a short distance, stretched out his hand, broke off a branch of Jianmu, and put it away.

After completing his task, Xue Ji let out a sigh of relief, and planned to climb down from the tree, but before he could make a move, Jian Mu was drenched in Wei Lan's blood, and suddenly ran away.

——It seemed to come alive, waving its branches furiously, countless thick branches fluttered high in the sky, scattered the clouds, and let the sun shine on the ground unobstructed.

Xue Ji didn't expect this kind of movement, and was caught off guard by being thrown down from a height of tens of feet. Although he couldn't fly, he didn't rush, adjusted his posture in mid-air, and hit the ground with both feet superior.

There was a faint soreness in both legs, but Xueji didn't care about it at all, but looked at Jianmu with worried eyes, and whispered: "Brother...?"

In the end what happened……?

Xueji subconsciously walked to the position where Wei Lan entered Jianmu, put his hands on it, and pushed forward hard, trying to push something open, but the door never appeared for him.

Jianmu's rage had calmed down, except for the fact that there were many leaves on the ground, there seemed to be no abnormalities.

Standing in front of Jianmu's trunk, Xueji tried two or three more times, trying to open the door that was only open to certain people, but no matter how hard he tried, the tree bark remained unchanged in front of him...

The hands groping on the tree trunk gradually slowed down and stagnated, and in the end, they could only hang down powerlessly...

He stared at Jian Mu longingly, but got no response, and the worry in his eyes gradually turned into a deep sadness that seemed to never be resolved.

There were faint flashes of crystal in the purple eyes, and Xueji yelled hoarsely like a small animal, with a moving attachment in his voice: "Brother..."

The grand sight of thousands of birds leaving their nests made Lu Mingsi, who was guarding outside the territory of the Wu Clan, aware of something unusual. An inexplicable uneasiness rose from the bottom of his heart. He faintly felt as if he was falling into an endless abyss in the darkness.

The warning from the depths of his soul made him unable to stand up.

A sense of great fear suddenly gripped his heart tightly, making him feel...he was going to lose his most important thing forever.

No, I can't wait here any longer.

Lu Mingsi still had the courage he should have. Although he didn't know what happened, he made up his mind.

I have to go to him... Even if I will be reprimanded and disgusted by Wei Lan, I still have to act.

Lu Mingsi walked between the two sycamore trees, took a deep breath, and was about to step into it, but suddenly heard the sound of hoofs stamping hard on the ground.

This voice inexplicably evokes a sense of familiarity in him. He recalled it for a while, and finally found an afterimage from his long-term memory.

——It was the voice of Wei Lan before she appeared riding a spirit deer when they first met.

Lu Ming thought about it, and stopped outside the dividing line of the Tianwu tree.

The sound of the deer's hooves colliding with the ground became louder and louder. Not long after, the figure engraved in his soul appeared at the end of his field of vision. He was riding a spirit deer as white as snow, with bright facial features like Sheng The blooming roses, his fair cheeks were dyed bright red, and he had a glorious beauty in the setting sun. His amber eyes were as bright as torches, burning with raging anger, as if he was going to burn his master with him in the next second. Exhausted.

Lu Mingsi subconsciously shouted: "Lanlan..."

Linglu kept walking, and Wei Lan, who was sitting on it, raised his chin, his fiery eyes turned cold, and at the moment when he was about to pass by Lu Mingsi, he raised his arms high and took a shot from Linglu. jump down.

"Snapped"--

This slap was for himself.