half year later.
"There are ten more." Po Luo said to Shifanling.
Shi Fan snorted.
"But this time she has been asleep." Po Luo glanced at the sedan next to her. Although Meng Li was asleep, her face was full of pain. It was obvious that she did not sleep well.
Shi Fanling said: "Then what do you want from her?"
Po Luo: "I can't help but want to tell you what's in my heart."
"Then tell me." Shi Fanling frowned slightly.
Po Luo said: "Her consciousness is in danger and on the verge of destruction."
"So what?" Shi Fanling said.
Po Luo said: "I just thought, there are still ten more, how can she persist."
"Are you, the witches and wizards, careless?" Shi Fanling said: "After all, we have been together day and night for so long. She endures pain day after day for the sake of the vast world and for the so-called righteousness. You are not moved at all. All you care about is whether she can make it to the end.”
"Shouldn't we be concerned? Isn't this our ultimate goal? If we fail in the end, all our previous efforts will be in vain." The mother-in-law asked back.
Shifanling waved his hand and clasped one hand behind his back, and said, "You don't need to tell me these words. I don't care whether this matter succeeds or not."
"We care," Po Luo said.
Shi Fanling gave a sarcastic smile: "That has nothing to do with me."
"I mean, she is very powerful. She can persist until now. She is just a soul body, but it also makes me admire her. Her perseverance is unimaginable." Po Luo softened his tone when he saw Shi Fanling like this, and suddenly He praised Meng Li.
Shi Fan Ling: "Why say this hypocritically."
To comfort yourself? That's not necessary.
What is Po Luo afraid of? Is he afraid that at the last moment he won't be able to bear Meng Li's suffering and take Meng Li away
"Actually, ten is very fast." Po Luo said.
If we keep the original speed, it won't take long, but now...
You never know how long Meng Li will sleep.
"Shouldn't you witches and wizards donate some?" Shifanling suddenly said.
Po Luo looked at Shi Fan Ling in astonishment: "Didn't we make a donation?"
"We have worked hard over the years to move among various clans. Isn't it our God-Witch Clan who has had the hardest time?"
"Other races only need to wait in the clan area and then easily contribute a little bit of their racial power, but what about us?"
"Isn't that the mission given to you by God? No matter how hard or tired you are, go and complain to the vast will." Shi Fanling said indifferently.
Po Luo: "..."
After living with Shi Fanling for these years, she realized a truth: never reason with a man who is stronger than yourself. If he can talk to you, just talk. If he can't talk to you, just take action and continue to talk to him.
Very disadvantaged.
Po Luo felt that Shifanling was the nemesis of the Divine Witch Clan, and no race could suppress the Divine Witch Clan with its own strength.
But this person!
The more Po Luo thought about it, he gritted his teeth and asked, "Then what do you mean by that?"
Shifanling looked at the horn on Po Luo's head, and Po Luo was so frightened that she trembled all over. She stepped back a few steps, looked at Shifanling, her voice was trembling slightly, and she asked: "What are you doing?"
When the other party's eyes were on her corners, she realized that something was wrong.
"How do you feel?" Shi Fanling raised the corners of his lips.
Po Luo: "It's impossible, don't even think about it."
"Don't you have any inventory on hand?" Shi Fanling asked.
Po Luo looked at Shi Fan Ling angrily: "Don't go too far. How can you use the most sacred thing of our God-Witch Clan for entertainment?"
She was not blind along the way. She knew that when the Shifan Order went to various clans, if there was anyone in the clan that he liked, he would ask for it and make it into decorations, toys, and accessories, and give them to Meng Li. … Play!
But she really never expected that this person would actually care about the horns of their witches. This was too much!
Shi Fanling raised his eyebrows slightly, knowing that Po Luo was very principled and it was her character to rather die than surrender. If she forced her to have her, she would definitely not come.
So he decided to settle for the next best thing. He said, "It is said that your horn is not the horn you were born with."
Don't use this new horn on your head, just use the old one, it's okay if the effect is less.
"Yes." Po Luo did not deny it, she said: "But it is impossible to give it to you!"
"That's my body and belief, how can I use it for fun?" Po Luo felt annoyed. Did she have the horns, or had she replaced them, but so what
In short, there is still strong power inside, and it is an extremely precious thing to her. Can she change her horns whenever she wants? You can only change your horn once in your life, and you must keep the lost horn.
"I didn't say it was used for fun, but to save Meng Li's life." Shi Fanling said calmly: "I have found something that matches your horn very well, and it will definitely make Meng Li last longer. "
"No, for me, the price is too high. Since you already know about the exchange of horns between the gods and witches, you should know that the horns exchanged are half of my life." Po Luo refused coldly.
Only Po Luo can change the angle, and the one who can change the angle is Po Luo!
Shi Fanling said: "Then Meng Li has lost most of his life."
"Needless to say, I never agree!" Po Luo's attitude was very firm.
Shi Fanling glanced at Po Luo lightly and said, "Then your heart is not pious enough."
"Now there is clearly a way for Meng Li to persevere, but you are unwilling to dedicate yourself. The vast will will not spare you knowing that you are like this."
Po Luo frowned, and Shi Fan Ling continued: "Because your horn is the only thing that can make Meng Li persist, all this is also calculated by the vast will."
"It knew that Meng Li was a soul body, but it still chose Meng Li, which means that he and your horn were also involved. It is inevitable that you dedicate this. It is just a horn. I don't want a pair. You can leave it alone, but you won’t need it.”
"You keep claiming that you are the executor of the vast will, but now you can't readily donate things?"
"Okay, stop talking." Po Luo stopped him impatiently.
Shi Fanling looked at her deeply: "Think carefully, just one, I don't want a pair."
"No." Po Luo still refused, but his tone was not as tough as before.
Shifanling began to pace, looking at the sedan from time to time. When he heard something moving inside the sedan, he rushed over to help, and Meng Li woke up.
"Wake up." Shi Fanling sat down, Meng Li pursed his lips and nodded: "Yes."
"It took a long time this time. Is Po Luo anxious?" Meng Li asked.
Shi Fan Ling: "She's used to it."
Meng Li: "How many more are there?"
"Ten."
Meng Li smiled: "Ten?"
She was a little happy. She stood up a little with her hands on her hands and said, "Only ten?"
Shi Fanling nodded once again, Meng Li said: "Then we can count down!"