My Heroic Life

Altria looked at the young man who walked out of the forest with a faint brilliance.

It seems that he has just grown into adulthood. The black hair like a waterfall is scattered on the shoulders. The body is not tall, but a little thin. Between the bright eyes and the teeth, there is a trace of tranquility independent of the world. The neutral face is not weak but weak. It reveals a sense of elegance and elegance.

Oriental?

Altria was puzzled in her heart. She was about to ask a question, but she met his smiling eyes.

Both strange and familiar.

The girl breathed tightly, and the feeling in her heart followed Altria's exclamation.

"Lan?"

"Well, it's me."

The young man laughed, seeming to be happy that Altria could recognize him, but the girl who got the answer opened her eyes wide in surprise.

Lancelot was stunned and confused when he heard the conversation, while Mordred, who had seen Yin Lan's posture before, was smacking his tongue. Merlin didn't say a word behind, appearing a little silent.

Yin Lan glanced at the reaction of the crowd, and walked over with a wry smile, blocking Altria and Morgan.

"Come on, Lily."

"Hey?"

Altria was thinking about the conversation with Morgan before. Yin Lan's current appearance is probably the essence of his soul. She wanted to ask but was interrupted by Yin Lan's words, which seemed a little puzzled.

"You have more important things to do."

Qing Young smiled and reminded that the crisis of the fall of civilization is on his back. The most precious thing for Britain now is time, and Altria must not be held back here.

The light breeze shook his black hair, and the wavy hair swept across his forehead. Underneath were the bright golden pupils. The handsome young man said lightly:

"Morgan, leave it to my teacher."

"but......"

Altria was caught in a contradiction, and reason told her to rush back as soon as possible to buy time to save Britain, but emotionally, she knew that Morgan's terrifying power could not accept Yin Lan alone.

"Don't worry, I am very good."

Yin Lan, who noticed the thoughts of the girl behind her, turned and laughed.

"After solving the trouble here, maybe I can rush back and fight with you."

"Wang, if it's Lan Qing, it's okay. Britain still needs you. Please make a decision."

For the first time, Merlin uttered a voice behind him, supporting Yin Lan's decision. Altoria was silent for a moment. She looked at the confident youth in front of her, and finally nodded.

"Lan, we have an appointment, and we must come back safely."

"Well, it's an appointment."

Yin Lan nodded seriously in response to the girl's agreement, letting Altria's heart a little lower, she looked at the opposite side of Jin Zhibi a little strangely, and stared at Yin Lan's motionless Morgan from just now, and finally turned and left. .

"Lan Qing, I wish Wu Wu prosperous luck."

"Go, don't die, you fellow."

Lancelot and Mordred followed the Knight King with Yin Lan's hands without a sense of tension, while Merlin looked at him and followed with complex expressions.

"Then, we are left."

Yin Lan turned her back to the four who left, and looked up at the girl who had been with him day and night many years ago.

"Morgan."

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What is the soul?

life?thought?spirit?feeling?Personality?

In different eras, different scholars have different answers. From the initial weighing of human weight before and after death, to the physical stimulation of modern science, to the magic detection after the revival of magic, humans have never stopped exploring the soul. .

This may be the concept that human beings have at the beginning of their birth, which seems to have an unusual charm, attracting countless people to fight for it all their lives.

Scholars and experts of various schools attacked each other at the exchange meeting, arguing with each other endlessly, one by one giants in the academic world was knocked to the ground, and the rising stars rose again. This unsolvable discussion was chaotic and endless, but there was only one point. It is recognized by everyone, that is the importance of the soul.

And Morgan, as the darling of magic, the blessed master of the island, and the disciple of the gods and magicians who survived the world with his soul, he studied the soul more deeply.

Only in terms of the fit of body and soul, she can even presume to surpass her teacher. After all, she has inherited the research on artificial humans by the predecessor Uther, and the Gaowen, Mordred and others cultivated by her own genes The ability is indeed satisfactory.

Therefore, the moment she saw the familiar figure deep in her memory, she discovered the abnormality, and then fell into a panic that was similar to fear.

There is no other reason. Yin Lan's soul is too weak in Morgan's eyes, and it has almost reached the final step of deterioration. From the doctor's point of view, the most important thing to do now is probably to seize the time to leave a will.

"Impossible! Why on earth!"

She leaned her thumb tremblingly against her mouth. This was a bad habit that she developed when she was a little bit studying someone. She looked at the soul in front of her and thought very fast, one after another conjectures passed through her mind, and she overturned them one by one.

The erosion of time?The type of soul and body?The departure of magic and soul?Or is it a conflict of duality?

No, no, nothing!

In the end what happened!

She stared at the figure who came closer, not caring about the departure of Altria and others, and found that the man in front of her was about to die soon, and she no longer cared about everything else, whether it was Arthur or Britain.

"No, it was not right at the beginning, the consumption of the Great Enchantment is far from this level!"

After the complicated thinking and analysis ended, her confused eyes gradually became clear. She stared at the man opposite and decided to start with the person, but suddenly found that his actions were a little strange.

"Wait, your left hand... stretch out your left hand!"

"..."

Yin Lan's eyes widened just after the greeting. Morgan's reaction made him feel that the development of things seemed a little different from what he had imagined. He flinched his hands and hesitated for a while.

"Stretch out!"

Just like the doctor reprimanding the disobedient patient, at that moment, Yin Lan had the illusion that he was a child. He hesitated for a moment, and finally reached out like giving up.

It was the left hand covered with cobweb cracks, like a damaged exquisite craft.

There was a strong sense of weightlessness, and Morgan was dizzy at this moment.

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