Xing Xiu entered a certain space in the vast world. This space was completely deserted and the surrounding environment was very primitive. There were only a few simple huts in the entire space that attracted the most attention.
It looks like a hermit master lives here.
And Xing Xiu also came to the hut.
"What are you doing here again?" Shi Fanling walked out of the hut, stood with his hands behind his hands, and looked at Xing Xiu indifferently.
"It's so strange. Every time I come here lately, you're always here, asking, what are you doing hiding here?" Xing Xiu sat on a stone bench in the small courtyard.
"Cultivation of one's moral character." Shi Fanling spat out four words indifferently.
Xing Xiu laughed and asked:
"Then why don't you make me some tea?"
"No tea." Shi Fanling responded equally indifferently.
"Oh, are you still in a bad mood?" Xing Xiu asked.
Shi Fanling stood where he was and did not move: "No, if you are fine, just go back."
"Life is boring. Can't I talk to you? It's rare that I can find you."
Although Shifan issued an order to expel guests, Xing Xiu remained unmoved and had no intention of leaving.
"You say it, I'll listen." Shi Fanling stood at the door.
"Come and sit." Xing Xiu waved.
"Why are you always standing at the door? Is there someone hiding in your room?" Xing Xiu saw Shifan Ling still not moving, speechless.
"What does it have to do with you?"
Xing Xiu rolled his eyes at him: "Okay, it has nothing to do with me."
"Anyway, even if you hide the rarest thing in the world, I won't be curious."
Shi Fanling hummed lightly.
"Come on, I brought good tea myself." Xing Xiu took out a bag from his body. It was a big bag. Shifan Ling tugged at the corner of his mouth:
“Good tea can be so productive.”
Xing Xiu: "..."
"It's good stuff anyway, let's have a taste."
Shifanling walked over and waved his hand, and a tea set was placed on the stone table. Xingxiu also learned the skill of making tea from Shifanling, so he learned it well. After the tea was brewed, he He couldn't wait to take a sip, then gave a thumbs up and praised:
"Really good tea."
Shi Fanling picked it up, took a sip, shook his head and said, "Just so so."
"You think it's good because you went to find it. If I found it, you would think it's just okay."
"Boring." Xing Xiu shook his head.
"I sensed a soul body from you once, but it's gone this time. Did you hide it deliberately?" Then he looked at Shifan Ling steadily.
However, Xing Xiu did not release his spiritual consciousness to take a look. Shifan Ling must have also done something to prevent him from spying on it.
Shi Fanling's expression remained unchanged: "So what?"
"Do you have a hobby in this area?" Xing Xiu felt that he had found Shifan Ling's hobby.
Shi Fanling frowned: "What are you talking about?"
"There are many soul bodies in our organization. If you like, I can give you a lot, but the soul bodies are not good. They are too weak and cannot..." Xing Xiu gave Shi Fanling a look to let him understand.
Shi Fan ordered: "Shut up."
Xing Xiu: "... Well, I think I came here by mistake today."
"Yes, please come back." Shifan ordered the guests to be kicked out again.
Xing Xiu stood up and took a deep look at Shi Fan Ling: "Don't be too stubborn."
Shi Fan Ling: "I'm never the stubborn one."
Xing Xiu laughed, turned around and left without saying anything.
Shi Fanling didn't care what Xing Xiu thought. He took a look at the big bag of tea left by Xing Xiu. For someone like Xing Xiu who didn't often go to the small world, it was quite difficult to find this bag of tea. Hao Hanzhijie is hard to find.
He carried the tea leaves into the room and placed them casually in a corner. The room was actually very simple, with almost all household appliances made of wood and stone.
With a wave of one hand, he lifted up a piece of the floor, and then he jumped down. The environment below was completely different from the environment above. It was like an ice cellar. The entire environment was filled with bone-chilling cold air, and the surrounding walls had not melted for thousands of years. It was probably made for decoration, and there was a lot of white gauze hanging in the room. Shifan ordered to lift the layers of white gauze, and there was an ice bed at the end. Meng Li was lying on it quietly, as if he was asleep.
There was also a barrier around her, and blue light spots flashed from time to time inside the barrier. Sitting beside the ice bed, Shi Fanling looked at Meng Li's sleeping face and said:
"It's true that you can sleep well. This sleep has kept you asleep for several years."
"Why don't you just die? What are you doing living?" Shi Fanling said to himself:
"Being alive has made it impossible for me to go anywhere these years. Your existence has restricted my freedom. Wake up quickly and leave as soon as you wake up. Then I can walk around again."
"I want to go out, do you know?" Shi Fanling frowned, looking a little impatient.
"Can I wake up?" A blue light appeared in Shifanling's hand, and it was sent towards the barrier surrounding Meng Li.
However, Meng Li did not regain consciousness because of the power he gave him.
"What a gift from heaven. You don't even respond to such a good thing." Shi Fanling muttered alone.
"Hey..." Shi Fanling's eyebrows suddenly became gentle. He looked at Meng Li for a while and said next to her:
"Wake up. I'm begging you to have more desire to live."
Back then, it was because she had completely lost her desire to live that the situation became so bad. Now her consciousness may even feel that she is dead, and she has never thought of waking up.
So I couldn't wake up.
She has used a lot of good things over the years. If she has any conscience, she should wake up.
How could she accept her fate so easily? She still didn't trust herself. If she had trusted herself enough, she would have placed her hope of survival on herself.
But she didn't. Why would she rather die than ask herself a word...
Shifanling couldn't figure it out.
I still can't figure it out.
Shi Fanling didn't know that Meng Li was in too much pain at that time. The dual pain in her soul and heart could not allow her to think so much.
Although the revenge of the genocide was avenged, the pain of genocide still remained in her heart, and seeing the death of her last relative with her own eyes also caused a lot of hurt to her. She blamed herself for being incompetent. No one could save her, and nothing could be changed. .
She really thought she deserved to die.
That’s why I faced death so calmly, without any struggle, and even felt liberated. Death would not be so painful.
"I'm really unlucky too. I met you. It's so unlucky. I shouldn't have taken you back in the first place. It's really..." Shi Fanling sighed again.
Over the years, he kept saying these words to the sleeping Meng Li over and over again.
It's a pity that Meng Li never heard it, let alone any response.
Finally, Shi Fanling felt that he was tired and had said enough. He stood up and cast a dust purification technique on the entire space. The place was already spotless, so there was no change.