Fifty-fourth bowl of soup (seven)
It was too far away, and the girl's voice was very soft, so Zhan Ran didn't hear it.
When the girl saw him raising his hand again to kill, she closed her eyes and shouted loudly, "Husband! Stop!"
Zhan Ran really stopped, and turned back in disbelief: "What did you call me just now?"
She stood there, all the disguises were shattered at this moment, her tears couldn't stop, but she still walked forward step by step, "Husband, it's me, I'm Linger..."
"Impossible." Zhan Ran flatly denied. "impossible."
"It's really me." She lifted her skirt, passed through the crowd, ran to him, threw herself into his arms as he did when he came home, and then raised her head to look at him: "Stop killing people, please, hurry up!" stop it..."
Zhan Ran was expressionless and silent. All this happened so fast that he couldn't believe it, nor could he accept it. He suddenly thought of his appearance at the moment, and thought that she was the most timid and shy. The first time he didn't doubt the truth, but wanted to cover his face first.
Tan Youling took off the veil, and took Zhanran's hand to let him touch her face. "Touch and see, it's me."
Zhan Ran's fingers were trembling, and his fingertips were stroking Tan Youling's forehead all the way down. The tall nose bridge, watery eyes, and delicate mouth, everything was so familiar. This was someone he had hugged and kissed countless times, but he didn't recognize her. "... how... how..."
Tan Youling hugged his waist, not daring to let him touch her tears, and only pulled out a smile from the corner of her mouth: "I have been following you."
She has been with him in every world since he left, but he doesn't know it, and she can't let him know it. But at this moment, Tan Youling couldn't tell Zhanran everything, just laughed at him: "My husband is really stupid, there are reminders in every world, but you can't recognize me."
Zhan Ran's eyelashes fluttered slightly.
"In Xie Ze's world, I am your lieutenant general. I have been with you on the battlefield for five years. Haven't you noticed that there is a word Ling in my name? The bells of this world, and Wen Chengxuan's world, you If you take a closer look, you will know that Mrs. Wen's boudoir name also has a spirit word. Husband, you are so stupid." While talking, Tan Youling laughed, and she hugged Zhanran tightly. "It's not that I wanted to hide it from you on purpose, it's just... If I told you, or showed it on purpose, it would be bad for you."
Zhanran had mixed feelings in his heart for a moment, he thought that after leaving the first world, he would never be destined again, but who knew...
"My husband always says that we are only destined for one lifetime, but you see, we have been together for so long now." Tan Youling took his hand off his face and stared at Zhanran's face stupidly. This was not her memory. The face of her husband, but she can still see the soul she loves deeply through this body. "So promise me, don't kill innocent people indiscriminately. Those who killed Zhanran are already dead, and the rest of the disciples are all ignorant. You can't kill them, and you can't kill evil in vain." Otherwise, he will never come back. If you don't go to Wangchuan, there will be no afterlife.
It's a test, and each world is tougher than the last, some physically, some mentally. She couldn't watch him struggling alone, no matter what, she had to be with him.
"Ling'er..." With her in his arms, Zhan Ran's violent heart seemed to have calmed down. He hugged her with a self-deprecating smile. "I didn't recognize you."
"Of course you can't recognize it. I deliberately behaved differently than before. If my husband can recognize it, it would be miraculous." Tan Youling smiled.
Zhanran murmured: "But now I see you, but I can't see you... Ling'er must be extremely beautiful when she smiles."
The corner of Tan Youling's mouth was still smiling, but her tears kept flowing down where Zhan Ran couldn't see, as if she had a thousand words left unsaid, and could not be said. She didn't even dare to hide her face in his chest, for fear that tears would wet his clothes.
But in the next second, Zhan Ran suddenly pushed her away, hugged her hair and made a painful sound. Tan Youling was terrified, "Husband—"
"Don't come here... don't come here!" Pain! My brain is going to explode!
The host's obsession with wanting to bloodbath the Hengshan faction is eroding him! Zhan Ran growled, unable to resist the erosion, stood up abruptly and walked towards the group of Hengshan sect disciples.
Tan Youling rushed forward, hugged him from behind, and kept repeating: "You can't do this, husband, you can't do this, don't be controlled by him, don't be controlled by him! You are you, your thoughts are yours, no one can Drive you! Calm down!"
The conversation between the two of them was too weird, whether it was the Demon Sect or the disciples of the Hengshan Sect, everyone who understood it just stared blankly.
After listening to Tan Youling's words, Zhan Ran seemed to be sober for a moment, but soon, he fell into the obsession of the host's crazy revenge again. He grabbed the pair of soft little hands at his waist, paused for a moment, and then pulled them away—
Tan Youling fell to the ground, not only did Zhanran get the memory of the host, but the host who had been bound by hatred also knew Zhanran's thoughts. Even though the host has long since died, the obsession he left behind can still affect the powerful Zhanran.
But this is not the ability of the host, but in the depths of Zhanran's soul, in his unreachable memory, he once hated it so much. When you meet the host, you will naturally combine the hatred of your life with it. It is not so much the host's obsession, but rather the hatred in Zhan Ran's soul. It's just that this hatred was hidden so deeply that it was washed and forgotten by the river of Wangchuan, and even he himself couldn't remember it.
He turned around, he couldn't see Tan Youling's face, but he knew she was crying. Zhan Ran said slowly, "I don't love you."
Yes, he doesn't love her, he only has responsibility for her, not love. He wanted to hug her, and he would miss her, but it was just the little bit of warm nostalgia in the long night.
Tan Youling said: "I know."
She knows everything.
"But so what? I love you, I am willing to give everything, and I don't want you to be sad." She slowly got up from the ground, did not approach Zhanran, and stood where she was, her heart was so painful that it was about to break , but she has nothing to do. "I had a bad life and suffered a lot, so I had to kill myself to seek relief. I want to get revenge again, but my life trajectory is still developing according to the previous life. I thought it was my fate, but you appeared. "
"You are like my god, falling from the sky." She stroked her heart, as if she still couldn't forget the throbbing at that time. "It was you who made me let go of my hatred, and it was you who gave me a new life. If I didn't meet you, it wouldn't be heavy work, and what I continued was just the process of my previous life. But you, you saved me!"
Since then, she has truly been reborn.
"I also want to save you, you are always so lonely, so far away, when you hold me, my heart aches unbearably. I don't want you to suffer any more, as I said, I will always be with you ..." Tan Youling coughed twice, and wanted to say something more, but couldn't say anything for a while, she covered her mouth, and when she let go, she found that her hands were covered with blood.
The coughing didn't stop.
Zhan Ran fumbled in her direction: "Linger?"
When Tan Youling saw the blood, she knew why. She violated the rules and she was going to die.
Unable to throw herself into Zhanran's arms again, she fell to the ground with a bang, still coughing continuously, and every time she coughed, she spit out a mouthful of blood.
Zhan Ran knelt down to find her, hugged her blankly, and wanted to touch her face, but Tan Youling grabbed her hands. He was scared, and the bloody desire in his heart became unimportant in the fear of losing.
If there is a person who has more weight than her own revenge, what does that mean
It is more important than his obsession to struggle in the ups and downs of the river of forgetfulness for thousands of years. What does this represent
he loves her.
"What's the matter with you, Ling'er? What's the matter with you?" Zhan Ran had forgotten that there were other people around. At this moment, he was full of Tan Youling, but she refused to let him touch her face.
"Husband... let's, let's make an agreement..."
Tears welled up in Zhan Ran's empty eye sockets.
It turns out that he can cry too, and it turns out that his tears are also hot.
"The next world..." Tan Youling leaned close to his ear and murmured softly, tears rolled down the corners of her eyes, mixed with the blood on her face, and dripped to the ground. But she still worked hard to make an agreement with Zhanran. "The next world... must, must recognize me..."
"Otherwise... I'll... get angry..." Tan Youling couldn't help coughing, and while vomiting blood, her internal organs seemed to be torn and pulled fiercely by countless hands, or cut viciously by knives. "Agreed, agreed..."
"Okay." Zhan Ran's voice trembled, he held her little hand behind his back, and the two hooked.
"Remember... I will always... always be with you..." She lay on his shoulder, her eyelids extremely heavy. "If you can't find me in a while... don't worry... live well... be patient... wait... I..."
"Wait for you, I'll wait as long as you want." Zhan Ran kissed her soft little hand and hugged her tightly.
"You big liar...every time...you leave me first...this time...it's me first..." She was sleepy.
"Ling'er, you can't coax me. In the next world, as long as you appear in front of me, I will definitely recognize you." He told her firmly, gentle and low, just like the ten years they spent together.
Tan Youling laughed, and burst into tears.
"Don't forget... no matter where you are... I will... be with you... always... always..."
Zhan Ran hugged her gradually stiffened corpse, crying sadly and desperately.