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After a while, Beatrice still shook her head slowly, and said: "In the history of stigmata, there have been many cases of spiritual damage. Ordinary damage can be solved with many materials, but spiritual Once the sea is exhausted, it is almost irreversible. Unless you can cultivate those legendary martial arts, you can go against the sky. Cough——don’t look at me so disappointed, I can’t help you with material science, let me think about it, and I can’t help you. At most, another 'strawberry fruit' can be developed, but you already have it."

Feng Qinglang nodded with a wry smile, agreeing with Beatrice's statement.

Beatrice thought about it seriously, and there was an extra jade bottle in her hand, which was only the size of a thumb. Just looking at the bottle, she felt that it was not an ordinary thing. She solemnly handed the bottle to Feng Qinglang: "Here!"

Feng Qinglang didn't take it, and there was a magic pattern sealed on the mouth of the bottle. Although it was easy for him to untie it, the bottle is already so precious, one can imagine the expensive value of the things inside.

Beatrice introduced: "This is the soul continuation pill. If it's just a general spiritual trauma, it's enough to heal. But your situation is a bit special, but if your spiritual world collapses early, it should be able to save your life. !"

Feng Qinglang had heard of the name of this pill, and it was close to a legendary item. Simply put, if his spiritual world reached the day of his death, as long as he took this pill, his life would be extended by about ten days, and ten days is not long. But maybe a miracle may happen... Moreover, the list of wanted people is so luxurious, if something unexpected happens, this pill can also save my life...

He has also been collecting the materials for this pill, but he has not collected all of them. Unexpectedly, someone put such a pill in front of him today, saying that he would give it to him.

But Feng Qinglang still didn't take it, he looked sideways at the girl's beautiful face, and calmly said: "Why did you give me such a precious thing and keep it by your side, it can save you in critical times."

The girl shrugged indifferently: "Even if I give you one, there are two more. The magic pattern to seal the bottle is so simple, it should not trouble you, and I won't tell you how to open it."

"The elders in the family told me that in the process of traveling around the world, you should follow your heart. I think you are worth it, so I will give it to you. You can treat it as if I am buying people's hearts. Hurry up and accept it. My hands are a little tired." It's gone." The girl's eyes were spotless, reflecting starlight, revealing an irresistible firmness.

Feng Qinglang exhaled slowly, took it solemnly, put it away carefully, and said, "Thank you!"

Beatrice seemed not used to such an atmosphere, shook her head, and changed the subject: "But I'm curious, how big is your spiritual sea, and it can still be exhausted for half a year to a year. You know, the average person, at most, is ten years old. A matter of a day and a half."

Feng Qinglang continued to smile wryly, thinking, if I said that I had been exhausted for two years, would I scare you?

Since she is not an expert in this field, Beatrice is embarrassed to continue to ask about the consequences, but she still can't help but wonder about the antecedent: "Well, what exactly did you go through with such a serious injury?"

Yeah, what the hell did I go through...

Feng Qinglang looked up at the starry sky, and the stars seemed to intertwine familiar faces, interweaving familiar scenes from the past. The autumn wind was stronger at night, and it just happened to pass by at this time, making the nearby leaves rattle. It was as if he could hear all kinds of voices from the past, disturbing Feng Qinglang's bangs and disturbing his mind.

Both the starlight and the bonfire suddenly became too dazzling. He closed his eyes, rested his cheeks, and put his hands on his knees, like a child, as if he could escape from the pain and return to the innocence of childhood. In a carefree state.

The feeling of the damp autumn wind blowing on the face is cool, but not icy cold. There is still a faint girly breath in it. This kind of feeling is very good. It can taste the long-lost sense of tranquility. Feng Qinglang simply immersed herself in it quietly in it.

Beatrice looked at him, smiled thoughtfully, and didn't bother to urge him, and accompanied him to enjoy the tranquility until Nan Xinghun got out of the tent and entered their small space. Nan Xinghun nodded and smiled.

Nan Xinghun looked at Feng Qinglang and asked doubtfully, "What is he doing? Meditation?"

"Probably, prepare to tell a very inspirational story." Beatrice consciously sat apart from Feng Qinglang.

Nan Xinghun's eyes lit up, he sat down by the campfire, and said with a smile, "I like it, let's start now."

Feng Qinglang smiled wryly and opened her eyes: "Then, should I start with 'a long, long time ago'? Well, this is a story that happened in modern times. I have a friend who was born in a famous family..."

Nan Xinghun couldn't help saying: "People usually say, I have a friend, and when he is doing something, they are usually talking about himself."

Feng Qinglang stared and said: "But I like to say, I have a friend!"

Nan Xinghun hurriedly raised his hand and said, "Don't become angry, just continue."

Feng Qinglang stared at the crackling and burning bonfire, and seemed to be able to gaze at the lush years from the flames: "In a famous family, there are direct descendants, and there are also collateral descendants. He is only a subordinate descendant, but he has worked hard since he was a child, and he has worked hard Talented, he was gradually dubbed a genius, and was even included in the candidate list for the future leader of that famous family..."

"Even he himself thought that this life would be associated with brilliance, and that when he would achieve success and fame, bad luck would come, perhaps because he was only a collateral, especially the collateral of the family with the most disputes. I don’t want him to grow up, or maybe it’s because he suddenly has too much, and some people think he’s unworthy, so they want to deprive him of everything, or maybe he’s too dazzling and offends some people, or maybe it’s just fate... "

"In any case, he was betrayed and ambushed. On a stormy night, many people joined together to ambush him. He didn't know how much blood he lost and how many injuries he suffered, but he insisted on breaking out... "

"But he still underestimated the enemy's determination to kill him too much. On his way to escape, he was also ambushed by a group of illusionists..."

When Feng Qinglang said earlier that she was ambushed by many, many people, the audience’s reaction was not too deep, but the ambush by a group of illusionists was a bit shocking. Illusionists have always been a solitary profession, rare and high-profile. Heads and expensive shots are the labels of the world's impression of them, but now, it turns out that a group of illusionists united to ambush a person, so how amazing is this person?

Hearing this soft exclamation, Feng Qinglang smiled and said: "My friend was also shocked at that time, because among the group of illusionists, there were still a few faces that I had only seen in the illustrated book, and they were the so-called big men. Ah, even though he killed half of the illusionists, he still inevitably fell into the illusion, which is a terrible illusion called 'Millennium in a blink of an eye'."

The exclamation sounded again, louder than before. This is an illusion that has moved an era. According to legends, some people say that if you hit it for a thousand years, you will die in one dream after another. Said, in the blink of an eye, endless nightmares will follow you forever. You long to reach the end of death, but it is always far away... After a while, Beatrice still shook her head slowly and said: " In the history of stigmata, there have been many cases of damage to the spiritual sea. Ordinary damage can be solved with many materials, but once the spiritual sea is exhausted, it is almost irreversible, unless you can practice those legendary martial arts. Only then can it go against the sky. Cough—don’t look at me so disappointed, I can’t help you in terms of materials, let me think about it, at most I can develop another kind of 'strawberry fruit', but you already have it .”

Feng Qinglang nodded with a wry smile, agreeing with Beatrice's statement.

Beatrice thought about it seriously, and there was an extra jade bottle in her hand, which was only the size of a thumb. Just looking at the bottle, she felt that it was not an ordinary thing. She solemnly handed the bottle to Feng Qinglang: "Here!"

Feng Qinglang didn't take it, and there was a magic pattern sealed on the mouth of the bottle. Although it was easy for him to untie it, the bottle is already so precious, one can imagine the expensive value of the things inside.

Beatrice introduced: "This is the soul continuation pill. If it's just a general spiritual trauma, it's enough to heal. But your situation is a bit special, but if your spiritual world collapses early, it should be able to save your life. !"

Feng Qinglang had heard of the name of this pill, and it was close to a legendary item. Simply put, if his spiritual world reached the day of his death, as long as he took this pill, his life would be extended by about ten days, and ten days is not long. But maybe a miracle may happen... Moreover, the list of wanted people is so luxurious, if something unexpected happens, this pill can also save my life...

He has also been collecting the materials for this pill, but he has not collected all of them. Unexpectedly, someone put such a pill in front of him today, saying that he would give it to him.

But Feng Qinglang still didn't take it, he looked sideways at the girl's beautiful face, and calmly said: "Why did you give me such a precious thing and keep it by your side, it can save you in critical times."

The girl shrugged indifferently: "Even if I give you one, there are two more. The magic pattern to seal the bottle is so simple, it should not trouble you, and I won't tell you how to open it."

"The elders in the family told me that in the process of traveling around the world, you should follow your heart. I think you are worth it, so I will give it to you. You can treat it as if I am buying people's hearts. Hurry up and accept it. My hands are a little tired." It's gone." The girl's eyes were spotless, reflecting starlight, revealing an irresistible firmness.

Feng Qinglang exhaled slowly, took it solemnly, put it away carefully, and said, "Thank you!"

Beatrice seemed not used to such an atmosphere, shook her head, and changed the subject: "But I'm curious, how big is your spiritual sea, and it can still be exhausted for half a year to a year. You know, the average person, at most, is ten years old. A matter of a day and a half."

Feng Qinglang continued to smile wryly, thinking, if I said that I had been exhausted for two years, would I scare you?

Since she is not an expert in this field, Beatrice is embarrassed to continue to ask about the consequences, but she still can't help but wonder about the antecedent: "Well, what exactly did you go through with such a serious injury?"

Yeah, what the hell did I go through...

Feng Qinglang looked up at the starry sky, and the stars seemed to intertwine familiar faces, interweaving familiar scenes from the past. The autumn wind was stronger at night, and it just happened to pass by at this time, making the nearby leaves rattle. It was as if he could hear all kinds of voices from the past, disturbing Feng Qinglang's bangs and disturbing his mind.

Both the starlight and the bonfire suddenly became too dazzling. He closed his eyes, rested his cheeks, and put his hands on his knees, like a child, as if he could escape from the pain and return to the innocence of childhood. In a carefree state.

The feeling of the damp autumn wind blowing on the face is cool, but not icy cold. There is still a faint girly breath in it. This kind of feeling is very good. It can taste the long-lost sense of tranquility. Feng Qinglang simply immersed herself in it quietly in it.

Beatrice looked at him, smiled thoughtfully, and didn't bother to urge him, and accompanied him to enjoy the tranquility until Nan Xinghun got out of the tent and entered their small space. Nan Xinghun nodded and smiled.

Nan Xinghun looked at Feng Qinglang and asked doubtfully, "What is he doing? Meditation?"

"Probably, prepare to tell a very inspirational story." Beatrice consciously sat apart from Feng Qinglang.

Nan Xinghun's eyes lit up, he sat down by the campfire, and said with a smile, "I like it, let's start now."

Feng Qinglang smiled wryly and opened her eyes: "Then, should I start with 'a long, long time ago'? Well, this is a story that happened in modern times. I have a friend who was born in a famous family..."

Nan Xinghun couldn't help saying: "People usually say, I have a friend, and when he is doing something, they are usually talking about himself."

Feng Qinglang stared and said: "But I like to say, I have a friend!"

Nan Xinghun hurriedly raised his hand and said, "Don't become angry, just continue."

Feng Qinglang stared at the crackling and burning bonfire, and seemed to be able to gaze at the lush years from the flames: "In a famous family, there are direct descendants, and there are also collateral descendants. He is only a subordinate descendant, but he has worked hard since he was a child, and he has worked hard Talented, he was gradually dubbed a genius, and was even included in the candidate list for the future leader of that famous family..."

"Even he himself thought that this life would be associated with brilliance, and that when he would achieve success and fame, bad luck would come, perhaps because he was only a collateral, especially the collateral of the family with the most disputes. I don’t want him to grow up, or maybe it’s because he suddenly has too much, and some people think he’s unworthy, so they want to deprive him of everything, or maybe he’s too dazzling and offends some people, or maybe it’s just fate... "

"In any case, he was betrayed and ambushed. On a stormy night, many people joined together to ambush him. He didn't know how much blood he lost and how many injuries he suffered, but he insisted on breaking out... "

"But he still underestimated the enemy's determination to kill him too much. On his way to escape, he was also ambushed by a group of illusionists..."

When Feng Qinglang said earlier that she was ambushed by many, many people, the audience’s reaction was not too deep, but the ambush by a group of illusionists was a bit shocking. Illusionists have always been a solitary profession, rare and high-profile. Heads and expensive shots are the labels of the world's impression of them, but now, it turns out that a group of illusionists united to ambush a person, so how amazing is this person?

Hearing this soft exclamation, Feng Qinglang smiled and said: "My friend was also shocked at that time, because among the group of illusionists, there were still a few faces that I had only seen in the illustrated book, and they were the so-called big men. Ah, even though he killed half of the illusionists, he still inevitably fell into the illusion, which is a terrible illusion called 'Millennium in a blink of an eye'."

The exclamation sounded again, louder than before. This is an illusion that has moved an era. According to legends, some people say that if you hit it for a thousand years, you will die in one dream after another. Said, in the blink of an eye for a thousand years, endless nightmares will follow you forever, you long to reach the end of death, but it is always far away...