It is still the same as before. It is most concerned about himself, as if his existence is only for himself. Jie Lan held back her tears and nodded, "My injury has healed, you know, my body's ability to recover. It's very strong."
The black pig uttered an'en', letting go. Jie Lan thought of Luo Mo’s injury. She turned her head and looked at him. He leaned on the bird’s back and tore a piece of cloth with his mouth to wrap up the wound on his body. Jie Lan walked to him, "Let me use my spirit Let me heal you, it will be much faster!"
Luo Mo raised his eyes to look at Jie Lan's clenched right hand, with a worried expression in his eyes, "Are you treating yourself as a god, or thinking you have an immortal body, take care of yourself!"
Although the words were the same indifference, contempt and even mockery, Jie Lan felt that he was worried about herself, because only she knew how the injuries she suffered from the Yan Lin Sword could not be healed so quickly, and she used her spiritual power again. , Will only let the poison of the scarlet fire penetrate into the heart, even if he is more capable, it may be difficult to survive!
Jielan stroked the sealed Yanlin Sword, "I blame myself for being too self-willed. I clearly remember that old man told me that I must never pull out this sword, otherwise there will be unimaginable consequences. It seems that I am too conceited. !"
Yes! I am nothing, can do nothing, can't save mother, can't save Youyun, can't save all the people in the village, can't save Chengfeng, what am I? Jie Lan suddenly wanted to find a place where there was no one, forget everything that happened, and forget such a weak and incompetent self.
Suddenly a small, hard hand held Jie Lan, "No, Lan, you drew out the sword that you obviously can’t draw to save everyone. You are not arrogant, you are not able to do it, you are for us, as long as this is fine. , Look, because of you we can all stand here! So please don’t be sad, okay?"
If there are no others, Jielan would like to hug the black pig and cry happily, venting all the pain and hopelessness accumulated during this period of time, but how proud she is always in Qi Xue Luo Mo? Before the mortal Wuluan showed her cowardly side, she could only hide, hide her loneliness, fear, hesitation and hopelessness.
Jie Lan held this Yan Lin sword tightly, and she suddenly felt rejected when she saw it. It seemed that she was a character who would look down upon even a sword!
"But, Lan, one thing is still very strange. The Yanlin Sword is a saint's thing, so only the saint white devil can surrender to it. For others, let alone pull it out, even if you want to touch it, you will be affected by it. Soul swallowed, but, Lan, you can pull it out, and it emits red flames to respond to your call. This is extraordinary, maybe you are..."
"No, no, blue, she is not—" A hurried note broke the black pig's words, Qi Xue's pale cheeks were reflected in the sky because of the nervous mood. Everyone looked at Qi Xue suspiciously, silent for her inexplicable excitement.