"What stupid thing have I done?" Sansa questioned.
"The past cannot be chased. The future is still uncertain. There is no point in talking about it." Bran sighed.
"What about now?" Sansa was very unhappy. She insisted that her brother give her an explanation.
"The most important thing now is that you and your daughter can live through the night safely. But look at yourself. What have you been doing recently? "
"Mother and daughter. She is a girl …" Sansa stroked her belly. The anger on her face turned into a motherly gentleness.
Then, she raised her voice and roared at the crow, "What am I doing now? If you had helped me a little, I would be lying in my husband's arms right now and singing a lullaby for my unborn daughter.
If Aegon was still alive, I would not have to worry about anything right now. I could be a mother and wife in peace.
Do you think I am not tired of scheming and plotting?
But I am a widow. My daughter lost her father before she was even born.
Who is the reason for all of this? Tell me, Bran. Who is the reason for all of this? "
"Are you saying that you have made a choice and that I will bear all the responsibility?"
Bran said coldly, "This is why I did not want to see you. I knew that you would think and say this."
"Yes, you are the three-eyed crow. You know everything you want to know." Sansa's pretty face twisted slightly. "Since you know everything, why don't you help me once? Just once is enough."
"It is meaningless," Bran said sadly.
"It is meaningless to you, but it can change my life!" Sansa roared angrily.
"Sansa, if I told you that I was protecting you and paid a great price to help you avoid the most tragic fate, would you believe me?" Bran sighed.
"Can I be worse off than now?" Sansa obviously did not believe him. She thought that her brother was lying. She was so angry that her face turned pale and her lips trembled.
The crow's red eyes swept across Jon, Arya, and Theon's faces. Then, it asked, "If I helped Sansa once, do you think she would ask me to help her a second time or a third time?
If I don't respond to her after helping her once, will she hate me even more than she does now? "
"This …" Jon lowered his head and rubbed his nose, silently agreeing with Bran's statement.
Theon smiled awkwardly.
Arya nodded without hesitation. "She definitely will."
Sansa pulled out a pillow from behind her and threw it at Erya.
"Bang! Ouch!" Erya even had the time to roll her eyes. With a light punch, she sent the pillow flying back to her sister's head.
"I'm only asking you to help me once. Let Aegon live. Is this too much?" Sansa asked loudly.
"If I want Aegon to live, I have to help you countless times. In the end, Jon, Arya, Ricken, and even me would be dragged into the abyss.
At that time, not only will you lose your husband, but you will also lose your brothers and sisters, and even your daughter, "Bran said indifferently.
"You're lying!" Sansa shook her head hard. "I don't believe that Aegon is destined to die. Danny Rize is not hostile to him. As long as she doesn't do anything, as long as you're willing to help, the Westeros will not be able to harm him."
"Your thinking is the main reason why he won't live!" Bran sighed. "No one is destined to die. But after meeting you, Aegon will die sooner or later."
"I'm helping him with everything I have. Why would I harm him?" Sansa's eyes widened.
— If you didn't help him so much, he might still be alive.
Sighing inwardly, Bran said bitterly, "I've seen Aegon's various endings in the River of Fate. In order to save you and your child, he died under Melisandre's magic. In order to get food for Highgarden, he died under You Lun's evil scheme. In order to help you and our Stark take revenge, he was ambushed under Riverrun. Because you wanted to kill Cersei, Aegon had a trial by combat with the Kingslayer. He died under the Kingslayer's left sword. You thought that wearing the Vaal Steel Armor would guarantee victory and wanted to kill the Ghoul King before Stannis did. In the end, Aegon became a member of the ghoul army …"
"There are many more. Compared to those endings, losing at Winterfell was the best ending. He would be spared a lot of suffering. You wouldn't have to worry about losing your child. "
Jon was stunned.
Arya's mouth was agape.
Theon was in a daze.
Sansa …
"I don't believe it. I don't believe I'm that stupid." She was stunned for a moment and immediately shook her head in denial.
The 'Sansa' that Bran mentioned was not even as smart as Cersei. It was too fake.
He must be spouting nonsense in order to shirk responsibility.
Bran seemed to have guessed her thoughts and said, "Sansa, you've been with Cersei for a long time. You should know her fatal flaw — she can't recognize herself.
To put it bluntly, Cersei always thinks she's the smartest. "
"I'm not Cersei. I know my limits!" Sansa said angrily.
"You know your limits. You're even good at learning from experience. This is a good point. But you're used to making stupid mistakes before realizing your mistakes. Then, you learn from your previous mistakes.
I can tell you clearly that if I don't help you, it will be the greatest help I can give you. Your current fate is the best of countless possibilities, "Bran said in a low voice.
"If you don't do anything, doesn't that mean your powerful abilities are useless to me? I don't believe that the omniscient Three-Eyed Crow can't help me. "Sansa's face was full of doubt.
"You don't understand. Three-Eyed Crows are Westeros, not Stark." Bran sighed. "For example, the previous Three-Eyed Crow, Blinden Riverdale. He was the noble illegitimate son of the Targaryens, but he witnessed the destruction of the Targaryen Dynasty, and even the extinction of his race.
You're questioning me now, just like how Danny and Rize questioned him back then.
If I can help Stark change his fate in the Seven Kingdoms War, Blinden can do the same. Blinden's previous Three-Eyed Crows and the one before him … If all Three-Eyed Crows plan for their families, their families and the Westeros will not benefit in the end.
For example, if all Three-Eyed Crows have free will, Blinden can see the future from the past. I can help you, and I can wipe out your birth. "
The Big Crow's cold red eyes made Sansa tremble.
"Everything I see now might have been seen by the previous Three-Eyed Crows decades, centuries, or even millennia ago. If they're not satisfied, they will solve the problem at the source and get rid of you."
"I don't believe you. You're lying to me. You helped Jon and Arya," Sansa shouted.
"You're different. Your greed is insatiable, and they're just trying to save their lives. Sansa, trust me. For you who wants to fight for the Iron Throne, not getting involved with me is the best choice, "Bran said sincerely.
"Ah, Sansa, you, you want to fight for the Iron Throne?!" Jon shouted in surprise after realizing what had happened.
When Sansa saw her brothers and sisters' "unfamiliar" gazes, she explained awkwardly, "I don't have to … It's just like when I'm walking by a river and suddenly see a big fat sheep floating down from upstream. Isn't it normal to spend some effort to fish it up? If I really can't get it, I won't go into the river and wet my shoes. "
.....
"Ah, you're so small!" Danny said in surprise.
The next morning, in the forest 50 kilometers south of Longnight Castle, she saw Bran wrapped in fur.
He was really small. He was a little over 1.4 meters tall and weighed no more than 60 pounds. He was small and skinny, like a stunted child.
Alright, he was a child to begin with. His actual age was only 12 years old. Because he broke his spine and lacked exercise for many years, his muscles had atrophied. Also, because life beyond the Great Wall was tough, his nutrition couldn't keep up …
'Hmm, if I cure his disability, I'm afraid his nutrition won't be able to keep up.'
Danny glanced at Mera Lide who was smiling bashfully. She thought unkindly.
However, when she looked at the two of them carefully, they were both small and skinny. They did look like husband and wife.
Like Sansa, Mera had a big belly. With the help of the Child of the Forest, she followed Bran out of the cave. They leaned against an iron tree and welcomed the Dragon Queen who had come from afar.
"Ah, it really looks like a pine tree!" The two centaur maids, Jiqi and Irri, stared at the Child of the Forest and clicked their tongues in wonder.
"Can my spine be cured?" Bran was small, but his eyes were deep and weathered. He looked like a wise man who had lived for hundreds of years.
Leaf glanced at the centaur maids and frowned. "Let's talk inside the cave."
This squirrel-man was still wearing clothes made of dried vines. His hair was messy like a chicken's nest.
"Why aren't you wearing clothes? Even if you're poor, you should at least have fur and linen clothes, right? Savages have clothes too, "Jiqi said curiously.
"We're people who sing praises to the earth. We're the spirits of nature," Leaf said with a straight face.
"It's already a long night. Aren't you cold?" Danny asked.
"You don't have thick winter clothing under your armor, do you?" Leaf asked in return.
The cave was much simpler than the shelter beyond the Great Wall.
It wasn't furnished with simple decorations or furniture. The Child of the Forest didn't have much furniture either. The shelter was very spacious. There were many stone rooms with different functions in the tunnel. There was a sheep pen, a pasture, a mushroom garden, a fishing ground …
This was an ordinary cave that used to belong to Black Bear. There was a gap in the cave that connected to the underground tunnel. It was cold and damp.
"How have you been living these days?" Danny asked curiously.
"There's an underground river where we can fish. There's a forest nearby where we can cut wood for fire."
There was only peace and contentment in Leaf's large golden cat eyes.
"How is it?" By the fire, Bran had already taken off his shirt and was lying on a thick fur blanket.
The skin on his back was as pale as paper. Because he was too thin, the contorted bones were clearly visible.
Above his pelvis, there was a lump of grayish-blue sarcoma the size of a melon. It was a mixture of broken bones, tendons, nerves, and blood vessels.
"Ah, so disgusting!" Irri covered her mouth and whispered.
"Do you want some poppy milk?" Danny signaled the two maids to prepare the surgical tools.
Ji Qi opened her backpack and skillfully took out bottles and jars. She prepared to concoct an anesthetic unique to the World of Ice and Fire for Bran.
"No need. I'll transfer all my consciousness into the crow's body," Bran said.
Under the gaze of Bran and a dozen Children of the Forest, Dragon Queen first used high-concentration alcohol to clean the "corpse's" back. Then, she separated wisps of red flames from the dragon fireball above her head and burned the surrounding air.
The scalpel danced in her hand. The deformed broken bones were removed, the sarcoma was cut, the nerves and blood vessels were adjusted, and the white light of Saint Healing swept across like a laser beam …
"This is amazing. Saint Healing combined with pharmaceutics and anatomy can be so powerful." Two hours later, Bran muttered in shock as he looked at the smooth and smooth skin.
"Go in and try," Danny said.
"Ah … It hurts, it hurts, it feels so good. I can finally feel the pain in my lower body!" Bran howled and laughed as his soul entered the body.
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