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? I? 8?? m? z????? It could feel its life draining away. But it had no way to save it. It could only widen its eyes and try its best not to fall asleep.
Once it fell asleep, it might never wake up again.
It did not want to die. Even if there was only a glimmer of hope, it wanted to hold on to it.
But was there really hope?
In this remote wilderness, at this moment when humans and demons were fighting endlessly, would anyone remember it?
Many shadows flashed through Canaan's mind. Everything that had affected it in its life slowly appeared like a picture scroll. Its mother who had been discriminated against because of it but had never complained. Its father who wanted to take revenge but also wanted to be close to it. The snake-tailed demon who had humiliated it. Prapa who had secretly observed it. And the shopkeeper who had brought it out of the mud at the bottom.
These shadows intertwined. Some turned into nothingness, some hid in the darkness, and some were buried in the depths of its memories.
The only shining ones were Prapa and the shopkeeper.
Because only they were still in Lasudran. Only they might remember it. Perhaps they would come to save it.
Even if Canaan knew that the possibility was very small.
That plan was about to be implemented. Now that the demons had gone into hiding, who would take the initiative to leave their comfort zone and look for trouble? As for the shopkeeper, Canaan knew very well that he was not very powerful. It was impossible for him to leave the Psychedelic Hut in such a dangerous time.
So, in the end, no one would remember it.
Canaan still did not give up. Even if the pain made its entire body twitch, it did not want to give up on itself.
It wanted to live. Even if it was destined to fall into darkness, as long as it could take one more look at this world, it would be enough.
Canaan opened its eyes and looked at the floating flames in the sky. It looked at the floating ice in the sky. It quietly waited for the last moment to arrive. But at this moment, Canaan heard a buzzing sound.
It was close by.
Canaan's heart skipped a beat. Did the buzzing sound mean that there was life around it? It tried its best to turn its head. Its expression was pleading. It did not matter if it was a human or a demon. As long as it could save it, as long as it could save it …
Canaan turned its head and saw the source of the buzzing sound. However, it was disappointed.
It was just a metal ball flying in the air.
It didn't know what the metal ball was for, but it obviously couldn't save itself. However, Canaan thought about it. This metal ball might be the last variable that would appear in this place. No matter what, it wanted to try.
When he thought of this, Canaan opened his mouth that reeked of blood and spoke with a voice that was as soft as a mosquito's.
"Save me!"
…
Should he save Canaan?
Canaan was a demon, after all. She was different from a human.
Moreover, Jia Nan's will to live was extremely shocking. This kind of tenacious perseverance, coupled with the powerful Ocean Demon bloodline, had great talent and potential. If it didn't die, it would definitely grow into a powerful Demon in the future.
If he saved Canaan as well, he would be creating another powerful enemy for the future of mankind.
He hesitated for a while and decided to save the bird.
Canaan was not the only one who had taken the initiative to ask him for help. At the same time, he also felt that he had overestimated himself.
The strength of demons was integrated, and it was the same for humans. Demons would improve, and so would humans. Unless a demon reached the level of a Demon God, an individual's strength would not affect the overall situation.
Besides, Canaan was also very dedicated when working in Illusion Hut. Without Canaan's help, Angor wouldn't be able to gather enough money to buy materials so quickly. For this reason, Angor was willing to save Canaan.
"Save me …" Canaan first spoke in Demon Language, which then became the common language of humans. It didn't matter who it was, even if it was an enemy asking for help, Canaan would do it.
The metal ball didn't respond for a long time.
Just as Canaan was about to give up, the metal ball suddenly moved.
It moved up and down in the air. At first, Canaan didn't understand what it meant. Later, she realized that the metal ball was "moving" and writing words in the air.
[Hold on.]
The "Demon Language" written by the metal ball was a little strange, but Canaan still understood it.
"It's … telling me to hold on?" So, it's going to save me? Hope suddenly appeared in Canaan's eyes. But soon, the light in her eyes dimmed again. The metal ball was hovering in the air. Could it really save her?
[Canaan.]
At this moment, the metal ball moved again. What surprised it was that the metal ball had written its name in the air.
Canaan was confused. The metal ball knew who she was?
Many people in Rasudran knew her name. But now, the metal ball wrote its name, as if it was telling Canaan: I know your name, and I'm coming to save you.
Canaan's heart, which had sunk to the bottom of the valley, slowly rose at this moment.
After writing its name in the air, the metal ball stopped moving. After a long while, just when Canaan was wondering if his previous understanding was wrong, and all of this was just his own imagination, a buzzing sound suddenly came from afar.
Jia Nan was stunned and turned his head to look.
Not far away in the sky, another metal ball flew over.
However, this one didn't come alone. There was a small pouch tied to its round body.
The metal ball slowly landed in front of Canaan. When the pouch opened, a small, light-blue bottle rolled out and landed on Canaan.
Canaan struggled to reach out her hand and picked up the bottle. She saw some words on the bottle.
As expected, there was a small label on the bottle. The top of the label was written in common human language. Canaan took a closer look and saw that it read "Water of Life". The bottom part of the label was obviously new. The ink was still wet. It read a line of "Pour it on the wound" in poor demon language.
Canaan had been wondering who this metal ball belonged to. Was the owner really here to save her? When she saw the words on the label, Canaan finally understood.
The poor demon language was exactly the same as the one on the sign of Psychedelic Hut.
It was written by the owner of the shop.
Canaan's hands trembled. A thin layer of water covered her eyes.
At least someone in Rasudran still remembered it.
Canaan lowered her eyebrows and calmed herself down. She thanked the owner in a soft voice.
…
Half an hour later, when Angor was still searching for people with his scout puppets, he heard footsteps coming from outside his wind domain.
The footsteps sounded weak and unsteady.
Angor looked back at Fafnir, who was still eating and drinking. Fafnir also looked outside the wind domain. When she saw who it was, she didn't say anything and simply waved a hand.
A gap appeared in the wind domain.
Through the gap, they could clearly see the thick smoke that almost covered the sky.
Amidst the rolling smoke, a figure stumbled into the room. As the figure entered the courtyard, the gap in the Wind Domain was sealed again.
The newcomer leaned against a big tree and panted heavily. After a while, she looked up and said, "Mister Fafnir, Mister Fafnir … I'm back."
"You're asking for trouble." Fafnir glanced at the wound on the newcomer's chest and sneered.
Angor walked to the newcomer with a smile. "Are you feeling better?"
It was Canaan. After being treated by the Water of Life, her wounds were slowly closing up. However, she still needed to rest for a long time before she could fully recover.
"Much better." Canaan nodded. "Thank you for the medicine, Mister Fafnir. Without it, I would have died outside."
"You wouldn't have survived until the scout puppets showed up if you didn't have the will to live."
Angor's answer meant that he was the one who gave the medicine to Canaan. This moved Canaan even more. If it wasn't for Angor's help, she would have died already.
Canaan didn't know how to express her gratitude. She could only thank Angor repeatedly.
"No need to thank me. Just consider it an employee benefit before we part ways," Angor said casually. "Hold on while I check your wounds."
Angor crouched down and checked Canaan's wounds. Earlier, he saw through the scout puppet's vision that Canaan's wounds were penetrated.
Canaan's wounds were already healing. However, this was only enough to keep her alive. Canaan still needed to figure out a way to fully heal herself.
Of course, Angor also had potions that could instantly heal Canaan's wounds. For example, the Water of Life given by Iron Granny had such an effect. However, even Angor himself didn't have enough of such precious potions.
Besides, as a demon, Canaan would recover sooner or later as long as she didn't do anything stupid.
After checking Canaan's wounds, Angor was a little confused. There were no other wounds on Canaan's body apart from a puncture wound. He wondered if Canaan fought someone before, but it did not seem to be the case.
"How did you get this injury?" Angor asked curiously.
Canaan remained silent. She didn't seem to want to talk about it.
Angor didn't want to force her, so he decided to skip the question. But Canaan, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke.
"I was penetrated by one of Nitotep's tentacles."
Nitotep? Angor frowned. Who was that?
"Nitotep is one of the Seven Seats of the Void Tower," said Fafnna. While munching on her food, she spoke casually, "Her true form is an octopus. Speaking of which, I've always wanted to see how her tentacles taste like."
At this point, Fafnir used a silver knife to cut off a small piece of Mozi Meat, took out a fork, and put it in his mouth. She licked her lips with her pink tongue, which looked quite intimidating.
Angor was surprised. Since Nitotep was one of the Seven Seats of the Void Tower, she must be one of the most powerful demons in Rasudran's pyramid.
Since Fafnna said that her true form was an octopus, Angor recalled that one of the demons who flew out of the Void Tower seemed to fit Fafnna's description.
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