The psychic Xi ​​Lan

Chapter 258 Li Huai When Will You Come Back?

Is she wrong?The moment Xi Lan was unable to close her eyes, she seemed to see the icy face in the carriage, and felt a tinge of pity.

If it is true, everything I have done is worth it, right?

Let that cold soul feel a little bit of warmth during this time, and she will succeed!
At dawn, all the people who had been poisoned by the wooden man woke up, the road was cleared, and they had a round with the front team. The casualties were counted, and the team reorganized and planned, and everything was going on in an orderly manner.

After the night before, Li Huai's carriage was completely useless. He carried the sleepy Xi Lan back to the carriage she was riding in. He didn't know whether he was guarding her or she was guarding him. In short, he stared at her sleeping Yan Liangjiu.

"Li Huai...Li Huai..." Hearing her softly calling this name in a dream, Li Huai's eyebrows were slightly tightened, and he subconsciously shifted his gaze away.

Only mortals who are not wise can dream. From the day he wakes up, he no longer dreams, and even does not need to sleep. For him, dreams are only in memory. He no longer understands the feeling of mortals dreaming. It was ridiculous for her to call her name in this life in her dream.

Could it be that she really thought that his desireless heart would be moved by her?
Then he practiced hard for 2000 years, and spent [-] years in the dusty and demon world. Didn't he return to the original point?
He secretly laughed at her innocence in his heart, never wanting to look at her face again.

"Master, you once said that a devout heart can change everything..."

Another voice appeared in the carriage, Li Huai's face was cold, and his eyes were slightly closed.

"Lan Sheng, you were a flower spirit in your previous life. In this life, you have only devoted yourself to being a human being for more than 20 years, and have you been changed by the piety of ordinary people?" He asked him in the tone of an elder preaching, but he didn't need to look at the other person's face.

Lan Sheng's appearance was the reincarnated Xue Ping'an, but after turning into a spirit body, his body was surrounded by lavender aura, which was invisible to ordinary people.

"Whether it was in the world 2000 years ago or Li Huai after entering the world, the master was once a mortal, and the disciples were all in the master. They saw this kind of piety. If we say that we have changed, it is only learned from the master. !"

Li Huai still closed his eyes, unmoved. Soon, the Ping An flower spirit disappeared, and he slowly opened his eyes.

Xi Lan's voice calling him softly came from behind: "Li Huai, when are you coming back?"

The color of his eyes changed, but in an instant, he returned to the coldness he was used to.

He really didn't want to see her like this, which disturbed his mood. He wanted to get up and go out, but a pair of warm hands suddenly grabbed his wrist. His tall and straight figure could not be stretched out comfortably in the carriage. It's stiff.

He lowered his head to see her reach out to grab his hand, and tried to pull it back. She was as difficult as ever, and at this moment she showed it vividly.

She held his hand tightly in her dream, and said deeply: "As long as I'm still alive, I won't let go of your hand!"

He blurted out: "Then you go..."

But the word 'death' was swallowed by him. With a sudden attitude, he didn't understand where his intolerance came from, and he hated himself who was influenced by mortal emotions.

Long Xilan didn't fall into a coma for a long time, she woke up at noon when the team was about to leave, and saw Li Huai sitting cross-legged next to her, she sat up first and looked at his hands.

In memory, Bai Ye stabbed him with a sword, but he caught it with his hands!

Li Huai's hand was indeed tied with gauze, but when Long Xilan reached out to touch it, he opened his eyes, and she timidly retracted his cold gaze.

"I just want to see your hand injury!"

"No need!" He thought she was thousands of miles away, and he was even reluctant to take another look at her.

She felt a little disappointed, so when she woke up from the dream, nothing changed?

He is still the ephemeral who is cold from the bones to the soul!

"What do I have to do to make you return to your original form?"

Many times, Long Xilan couldn't figure it out, was the once sunny Li Huai so insignificant in this powerful soul?
Lost is lost, she has not forgotten who she is and what she is doing. The next moment, she gave up the entire carriage to Li Huai, and she came out in a good mood to ask about the situation in the team. Naturally, those who sacrificed were the ones she cared most about. follow.

At this moment, in the wounded army, several captains are reorganizing. Some are dead, some are missing, no one is alive, no dead body, but they must continue to move forward. Since they are an army, they must have their own Some vacancies must be filled; there are also some supplies that accompany the army, which also need to be cleaned up one by one. The schedule is very tight, but there are many things to do. With such a big change, the prince who led the army never showed up, and the safety of the princess was almost a mystery. At this moment, seeing the princess wearing simple clothes and walking towards them slowly, everyone's eyes moved away.

"princess!"

"princess!"

"princess!"

Wherever Long Xilan walked, they always called her title respectfully, she nodded in response, and stopped in front of several captains.

"Are those who left settled?" she asked.

"It's buried behind this mountain. Is the princess going to have a look?" Zhuang Zhimou replied solemnly. Since entering the Wangfuwei, it is common for brothers around him to leave, but they have not learned to be numb. After being sad, they can only Doubly cherish those who survived.

Xi Lan thought of the moment when Zhang Liao fell at the end, and her heart ached. How could she let other people sacrifice their lives for her?Is it because she is that Princess Xu?

"Take me there—" After she was silent, she wanted to visit the graves of those brothers, because she would never have the chance to visit them again!
Zhuang Zhimou led someone to escort her there, and before leaving, a person limped out from behind the crowd.

"Princess, please take the subordinates with me to see that kid off for the last time!"

Hearing the sound, everyone could see this person's face clearly. Naturally, the mountains and rivers are strict and clear. In the Wangfuwei, except for his brother Yan Ting, he is the closest to Zhang Liao!
Seeing him, Xi Lan felt that she was really sorry for them, and the corners of her eyes were a little sour, so she just asked him, "Is your injury okay?"

"I can't die!" Yan Ming followed them to Zhang Liao's grave with a bag in his arms. He opened the bag and took out the contents. There was a brand new purse, a belt, and a book; the book Xi Lan saw However, it was the Analects of Confucius given to him by Li Huai. The purse looked like something from his daughter's house. As for the belt, Yan Ming had seen him wearing it before.

When the place arrived, there was a row of new earthen bumps, because of the march, there was not even a tombstone, and it looked very bleak.

At this moment, Yan Ming sat down on Zhang Liao's grave, "Boy! You said that you have never received a purse embroidered for you by a girl in your life. I asked Xiaoman to ask for one, and it will be your wish in this life." ? And this belt, you lent it to me. I liked it and never returned it to you. Now that you have gone downstairs, I should return it to you..." He said, his voice was a little suffocated, he took out the fire pocket, and He burned the thing, and then he took out the well-thumbed book.

"You said why did the prince give me the book alone, and now this book..."

Xi Lan saw that he was going to burn the book to Zhang Liao, and she couldn't bear to think that the book had been by his side for so many years and never left.Reach out and block it!

"Let's keep the book, as if it's for Zhang Liao."

When a person dies, he enters reincarnation with the merit he cultivated in this life. Sometimes, the deceased should be clean with this life before he can go clean.

Yan Ming finally kept the book under her persuasion, but she couldn't persuade him to cry in front of Zhang Liao's grave.

The last time Yan Ting disappeared, I didn't see him crying like this. At that time, his brother was gone, and he had at least one brother who could support and encourage each other. Now, his brother is stupid, and his brother is dead. Looking for a place to vent it!

Seeing him like this, Xi Lan actually wanted to cry together, but she couldn't bear it. How many pairs of eyes are counting on her, she is cowardly, she should not show it at all!

(End of this chapter)