Chapter 207
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He came to his feet and was talking to him.
Ye Yunlan couldn't hear what he said.
He only saw that the young man looked at him deeply after he finished speaking, as if he wanted to imprint him in his eyes completely, and then fell back —
His pupils contracted sharply, and he said subconsciously,
"… Shen Shu!"
Shen Shu, who was standing next to him, suddenly heard Ye Yunlan calling him and turned around in confusion.
"Master?"
But he found that Ye Yunlan's eyes were scattered and cold sweat was dripping. He didn't know where he was looking, so he quickly stretched out his long arm and pulled him into his arms.
"Master, how are you?? Did you use too much spirit to set up the array just now? "
Ye Yunlan woke up from a dream and raised his long eyelashes. He looked at Shen Shu in confusion.
Just now … was it an illusion?
Was it because he thought too much just now, so it happened? Illusion?
God? Suddenly, there was a needle-like pain in his soul. It was the Seven Emotions Needle that was triggered for some reason. Ye Yunlan groaned and suddenly grabbed Shen Shu's arm tightly. His fingertips were a little too hard. His face turned white, and his body trembled slightly in pain.
Shen Shu let him grab him. Warm his palm? He pressed on his back and transferred Wakan into Ye Yunlan's body, hoping that he could relieve the pain.
Ye Yunlan's trembling finally stopped. When he came down, even his white clothes were soaked with sweat. His lips that were moistened by the kiss just now were pale again, and his face had lost its color.
He was still holding Shen Shu's arm, and he didn't look at the Heart Stirring Abyss again. He only said hoarsely, "Let's go, let's leave here."
Shen Shu is still here? He was worried and wanted to ask him about the situation, but he grabbed his arm and walked forward. He had to speed up to follow. Go up.
Walking through the empty and barren dark land, they came to a garden.
The garden was full of plants that were scorched by lightning, and there was no trace of vitality. Withered vines meandered on the palace wall. The huge Fuyou Palace stood at the end of the garden, and a black vortex condensed in the sky above.
Had the light from the birth of the treasure already disappeared? The treasure Serene Bell is now in the hands of someone.
Ye Yunlan didn't care about the ownership of the treasure. He had achieved his purpose of coming here. Zhong only wanted Shen Shu to be faster? Leaving the Secret Realm safely — from just now, this heart? His thoughts became more and more urgent.
It was as if something bad would happen if he didn't leave.
Walking in the garden, surrounded by the desolate scenery and charred trees, there was a seed. It was strangely familiar.
Return? There was the dark and desolate land that they had walked through, and the silent and desolate palace in the distance.
Where had he seen such a scene before?
Soon, Ye Yunlan recalled. Come to think of it, was he the one who had fainted during the earthquake in Tianchi Mountain that year? In the dream of the ancient city where the phoenix spread her wings, she had seen a similar scene.
Flowers, leaves, and trees were also destroyed by lightning. The land was pitch black, and there was not a single person in the city.
Ye Yunlan suddenly quickened her pace.
Shen Shu's arm was grabbed by Ye Yunlan like a child being led by his parents. However, he was too tall to follow them.
However, he truly enjoyed it, wishing that this path was long, that he could continue on forever.
"Master, slow down. Don't tire yourself out and aggravate your injuries," Shen Shu said.
Ye Yunlan didn't listen.
"Master, look, the ancient tree next to us is shaped like a pine, but its branches are elegant like clouds. It should be the extinct 'cloud willow' recorded in the ancient books. Why don't we slow down and take a closer look," Shen Shu said again.
Ye Yunlan quickened his pace.
He had just experienced the pain of the Seven Emotions Needles. As he walked in a hurry, his face was as pale as paper, and sweat flowed along his chin. He was like a puddle of snow that was about to melt, without a trace of blood.
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