Immortality: Starting from meeting the fox girl

Chapter 119 "But, Xiao An feels so painful"

Chapter 119 "But Xiao An feels so painful."

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The owl-headed wasp hiding on the top of the big tung tree looked at the scene in front of it with an expression of disbelief. In its field of vision, in the jar of human cubs, a large number of paper cranes flew up inexplicably. .

It was overwhelming, and for a moment, it felt like a white cherry blossom rain was falling in the mountains during the cold winter.

It's just that those small 'petals' don't fall downwards, but fly from above, floating to the sky.
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A paper crane flew to the tree hole of the Owl Wasp at the right time. It flapped its wings twice and then stopped moving, lying quietly in front of it.

'What kind of magic is this? '

The owl wasp stretched out its paw and tentatively touched the stupid paper crane.

The paper crane now has no trace of the general's energy and is just ordinary paper.

After playing with the paper crane for a while, the wasp lost interest, retracted its cicada-like wings, and continued to huddle in the tree hole.

"Oh."

Xiao An shook his head, his delicate little face a little shy:

Not sweet but not greasy, neither warm nor soft, it is said to be neutral and peaceful, but also a bit serious, as clear as water, but also a bit cold, as if it is heartless, and has thousands of thoughts.

"Then I won't ask."

"If you say it, it won't be effective."

"Three days ago."

"How long have you been watching An Chenghuang?"

'This gentleman's xun blows very nicely, but it would be better if he didn't tink and make a lot of noise down there all the time.'

"what?"

Especially the look in his eyes contained a meaning that he couldn't understand.

"I've met Mr. Lu."

"Then give Xiao An a task."

Lu Chenran squatted down and held the thin layer of fine snow accumulated on the ground with his hands. The snow in the south of the Yangtze River was not as dry as in the north. It still contained heavy moisture. When it fell on the ground, he only needed to grab it lightly. Can be rolled into a thick snowball.

Its mind was following the fragrance of flowers and fruits wafting from the glass bowl under the tree, and it drifted to nowhere.

"Mr. Big, do you want to know?"

"That's good."

"Want to build a snowman?"

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the two humans, one big and one small, under the tree, muttering to himself:

Lu Chenran naturally didn't know that there was a neighbor on the big paulownia tree, or maybe he knew about it but didn't care.

"long time."

"When did you come to Jinling?"

Lu Chenran's expression was a little strange and a little confused.

Xiao An raised her head and blinked, her eyelashes like cattails were covered with fresh snow, which was shiny and white. Her long hair was blown to the back of her head by the wind, completely revealing her delicate cheeks, and her face was filled with a cheerful smile. .

Seeing the girl's small body panting, but working hard to roll the snowball in her hand, Lu Chenran's mouth showed a fatherly smile, and then he turned his head and looked into the depths of the Tonglin.

"I'm going back today."

"How big do you want it to be?"

Taking a deep breath, he walked step by step towards the female general who was hidden in sight and holding an oil-paper umbrella.

"Over there in Jiamu County"

He swallowed with a gulp.

Lu Chenran placed the rolled snowball in front of her:
"Roll my snowball as big as possible."

"Until Xiao An can't roll anymore."

"think."

Feeling a little hungry, the cat's ears drooped down.

"As long as Xiao An can be happy."

He walked down from the swing, held Xiao An in his arms, stroked the girl's head, and said softly:
"What wishes did Xiao An make?"

The female generals and soldiers have already arrived at Jinling. Why not wait a few days before the immortal from Bu Xian Mountain is about to give a sermon?
As if seeing Lu Chenran's doubts, An Daoyun explained:

"Then Xiao An is very happy now."

Lu Chenran was a little surprised.

I don't know if it was my imagination, but I always felt that the female general's voice seemed a little different from before.

A voice floated out, and it penetrated deeply into people's hearts.

"An Chenghuang, long time no see."

"Sir's music seems to have a requiem effect. I recorded some with mirage. You can go back and try it out."

"I see."

Lu Chen suddenly realized that since the sound of the xun could get rid of the innocent souls in the mud, it would also have some effect on the bones lying in the forest of steles.

After a moment of silence, An Daoyun suddenly spoke:

"Thank you Mr. Lu for taking care of Xiao An."

Lu Chenran said gently:
"Since An Chenghuang entrusted Xiao An to me, it is natural."

There are some weird but heart-warming conversations. If someone who doesn't know about it sees this scene, they might think they are a couple looking after their baby.

With the snowman on the swing in the falling snow, it is quite artistic.

After a pause, Lu Chenran looked at Xiao An who was rolling a snowball not far away, and finally asked the doubts in his heart:
"An Chenghuang, that wisp of divine soul"

"She's already human."

The general accompanied the girl and folded a thousand paper cranes. How could she not know the wish written by the girl's immature pen?
This paper crane flying is her last gift to the girl.

Lu Chenran's mouth showed a hint of helplessness.

He naturally knew the meaning of An Daoyun's words. From the moment the paper crane flew, Xiao An's soul no longer belonged to her. She cut off this soul.

So Lu Chenran tentatively asked:

"Then the general's body doesn't matter?"

"Well, it doesn't matter."

The general's words were an understatement.

Lu Chenran was dubious.

In his understanding, no matter how advanced one's cultivation is, it doesn't matter if a ray of soul is separated, but if this ray of soul is cut off, the impact on the body may be great.

What's more, this Ancheng God is distracted by suppressing the tens of thousands of dead souls buried in the forest of stele in Jiamu County.
An Daoyun didn't look at Lu Chenran. Her pupils just stared deeply at the girl who was rolling a snowball on the ground. There was an unprecedented sense of envy in her pupils.

Build a snowman and swing on a swing?
Isn't this her childhood wish?
But I don’t know whether I’m envious that the girl can enjoy the childhood she never got, or whether I’m envious that the girl can be with that person.
After taking one last look at Xiao An and Lu Chen, the female general bowed her hands and said:
"Mr. Lu, I'm leaving."

"Is the City God so anxious?"

"Well, there are still important things to attend to."

"Then I'll send it to the City God."

An Daoyun shook his head, and the catkin holding the oil-paper umbrella trembled imperceptibly, and said softly:
"No need, sir, please spend more time with Xiao An."

For some reason, a sense of loss suddenly arose in my heart.

Even this kind of emotion made her feel a little surprised, but all the scenes between Xiao An's soul and him appeared in her mind. For some reason, she faced the gentle man in front of her. Sir, she could never calm down.

Did he really not see the difference in himself?

When she came, she even asked Fenxiang to help her dress up a bit. Although she didn't notice the difference in herself, she just felt a slight discomfort from the rouge on her cheeks. The breeze carried the snow, blowing a little coolness on the face, lifting the gauze on the female general's cheeks, and she wore a light makeup, which was just right.

The two of them kept a close but not far distance, and Lu Chenran could vaguely smell the fragrance coming from the tip of his nose.

This was a smell he hadn't smelled the last time he was in Jiamu County.

Rouge aromatherapy was applied to her body, and Lu Chenran didn't dislike the smell.

Although the female general did not ask her to send him away, she still wanted to send him away at least from this tung forest.

The snow fell slowly, fell to the ground, and stuck to the two of them. The atmosphere was terrifyingly silent for a moment.

"Did An Chenghuang wipe something?"

The female general's pupils shrank slightly, then she glanced at the gentleman in white shirt beside her from the corner of her eye, pursed her lips, and nodded imperceptibly.

"Ah."

It's just that this 'um' has a shaky ending.

Lu Chenran smiled:

"suitable for you."

"Why?"

An Daoyun stopped and turned to look at him.

Lu Chenran blinked, but he didn't expect that the city god would ask such a question. After thinking about it for a while, he said seriously:

"An Chenghuang gives people a different feeling, and so does his voice."

"Ah, oh."

"Uh-oh?"

"Oh."

Lawrence Lu smiled awkwardly.

But he discovered that this cold female general actually had such a side.

"The general is originally more heroic, but this makeup makes the general look more feminine."

The mist is mixed with snowflakes, and the afternoon sun is hidden in the clouds.

An Daoyun hummed softly and said nothing more, but the sense of loss in his chest dissipated just as inexplicably as it had just risen.

Unknowingly, he could already see the exit of Tonglin, and Lu Chenran stopped:
"Then Cheng Huang, walk slowly."

"Ah."

"Aren't you going to give it away?"

"Ah."

An Daoyun raised his head and looked at the paper cranes flying happily. He suddenly turned back and looked at Lu Chenran:
"Stop calling me General."

Lu Chenran was stunned for a moment and looked at her strangely:
"An Chenghuang?"

"An Daoyun."

"what?"

The corners of the female general's mouth curved slightly.

Her hard-won smile is beautiful, extremely beautiful.

From every angle of the slightly curved arc, you can see the upbringing engraved in your bones, which is pleasing to the eye:

"Mr. Lu, goodbye."

After the words fell, the figure of the female general slowly dispersed in the sky, flying towards the northern sky along with the paper crane flying and hovering over Mount Perham.
But the last sentence left Lu Chenran a little confused.

This time we met, this female general was indeed a little strange.

"An Daoyun?"

Lu Chenran muttered silently and looked deeply at An Chenghuang's disappearing figure. For some reason, he always felt that his right eyelid was beating, and he seemed a little uneasy in his heart, always feeling that something bad was going to happen.

But he didn't think much and walked towards Xiao An.

Above the sky, a sickly blush soon appeared on the rouged cheeks of the female general, and then this redness spread to her neck.

A mouthful of blood slowly flowed out from the corner of her mouth.

As that ray of soul dissipated, she felt her heart being tightened, and it was getting tighter and tighter, overflowing with light but profound pain. This kind of pain made her frown, and it was the first time she had tasted it in her life.

An Daoyun found a place and sat down slowly. At this moment, she was like a child, but in those pupils, there was no hesitation and fear due to pain, but instead there was some happiness that she didn't know in her heart.

As the paper cranes dispersed, not only Xiao An's wish came true, but also the spirit of the general.

The general's shoulders trembled, but large tears welled up uncontrollably in her eyes. While biting her index finger to suppress the tears, she hugged her knees and tightened her body until bright red oozed from her fingers. Blood beads, she finally said "Wow" and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Behind that understatement of "she is already a human being", hidden is the pain of the soul disappearing, the irreversible loss of the soul.
An Daoyun sat quietly on the ground, looking up at the misty sky. In her eyes, the blue sky was gray, and the falling snow was black. Countless black snows fell one after another.

However, Xiao An can stay with Mr. Lu.

Mr. Lu's requiem song was recorded in the mirage. All he had to do was return to Jiamu County, and the century-old soul of injustice could be suppressed. Then he would have no regrets.

An Daoyun slowly closed his eyes, covered bit by bit by the falling snowflakes.

She reached out and stroked her rouged cheek.

The lips soaked red with blood curved into a beautiful arc and murmured to himself:

"suitable for you."

Regret?
Separate that ray of soul, witness the growth of that soul, and witness the girl's adulthood. Is the life of a girl short because of its beauty, or is it beautiful because of its shortness?

The paper cranes were flying all over the sky and then dispersed.

Life is as gorgeous as summer flowers, and death is as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves.

An Daoyun suppressed the blood in his heart, endured the pain, stood up slowly, and flew towards Jiamu County.

There is no mirage ride on this journey from south to north.

Just as she came.

But she has long been used to this loneliness.

When Lu Chenran returned to the big tung tree, the girl had already rolled the snowball. The huge snowball was almost as big as her body. But at this moment, Xiao An was holding her knees and sitting quietly under the tree. , pupils were empty, not knowing what he was thinking.

"What's wrong, Xiao An? The snowball has rolled over so quickly!"

Xiao An turned around and looked at Lu Chenran, his nose wrinkled slightly, his eyes narrowed, looking so cute.

Then the girl slowly stood up, walked to Lu Chenran, and hugged him:
"Mr. Big?"

"Huh? What's wrong with Xiao An?"

Xiao An covered his chest with one hand, looked at Lu Chenran like this, and said:
"Xiao An, I don't feel like an adult anymore."

"This shows that Xiao An is a real person."

Lu Chenran pinched Xiao An's nose with a smile.

Xiao An was indeed a little confused. At this moment, her usually energetic face looked a little sluggish, like a bamboo shoot that lacked water:

"But Xiao An feels so painful."

"Where does it hurt, Xiao An?"

Lu Chenran was a little nervous.

"It's your heart that hurts."