HLnovel Chapter 659 Miracle Lanlan
Chapter 659 Miracle Lanlan
In fact, Xue Lan had already sensed something the moment Yan Chengxue appeared at the entrance of the stone chamber.
But she just played around and wouldn't say anything.
Not only was her junior sister well-behaved and adorable, but the younger sister she pulled out from her sleeve was also well-behaved.
The Wolf King chuckled wickedly: You'll be green with envy.
Only after Yan Chengxue and Kui Shengge's presence had faded did Xue Lan lift her head off Xue Tong's shoulder. She then took out the sect leader's seal she had just made.
Xue Tong's eyes were swollen from crying. The girl raised her hand to help reduce the swelling in her eyes, and then asked:
When do you plan to see Cui Wu?
The sect leader's seal of the Ten Thousand Crafts Workshop floated in Xue Lan's palm, emanating a warm, scorching heat. Xue Lan raised her hand again and released the city lord's token that the War Puppet Mansion had forged for Cui Wu:
"Actually, I don't dare to see her either."
The sect leader's seal landed on the token, and a circle of crimson light emanated from the point of contact, transforming into six exquisite runes around it, which then flew and merged into the token.
The city lord's token slowly floated in mid-air, and a small array hidden within it began to operate, drawing upon many familiar auras to Xue Lan.
The aura of the Fuyang City formation, the aura of the power of the Luoxia Mountain range.
And... the earthly power of the many underworld realms of the Great Shun Dynasty.
The woman smiled and repeated, "My junior sister is very likable."
"I know, I know." Xue Tong readily agreed with Lord Wolf King:
"Ever since you first met her at the Crimson Cloud Sect, you've liked her very much..."
At this point, Xue Tong paused slightly before continuing:
"Cui Wu likes you very much too."
There were five people in Jiyuan Peak. Two openly believed in Xue Lan, while the other two secretly admired her.
Xue Tong thought to herself that it was fortunate that Cui Wu was naturally reserved, gentle, calm and composed.
Otherwise, she would pester Xue Lan every day, saying things like, "Senior sister, senior sister, can you tell me again how you brought me back to the sect?"
Xue Lan carefully put away the city lord's token: "My senior uncle and I brought her back together."
Xue Tong choked up.
The past is like a dream; when you don't think about it, it floats away like a cloud; but when you think about it, it turns into endless rain.
It landed on my skin, icy cold.
The moonlight was like gauze before Luoxia Mountain, and Xue Tong ultimately couldn't offer any words of comfort.
Some people, some things, some unspeakable obsessions, will be remembered a thousand times over.
If I miss even one, I feel an emptiness in my heart.
Death is not the end; forgetting is.
Looking at the patch of moonlight shining through the stone chamber entrance, Xue Tong suddenly remembered the persimmon tree in front of her grandfather's house.
The old man died of a cerebral hemorrhage when Xue Tong was twelve years old.
One early winter afternoon, he squatted at his doorstep, looking at the bright red persimmons on the tree.
He got up, fell down, and never woke up again.
The girl gently clenched her fist and placed it on her heart, silently telling herself:
"Just don't forget."
The next day, at the edge of a wheat field outside Fuyang City.
"How's this outfit?" Xue Lan twirled in front of Xue Tong, the hem of her lotus-colored long robe slowly unfurling, making her look like a lotus emerging from the water.
Xue Tong held a piece of wheat she had casually broken off in her hand, skillfully peeling off the green grains and popping them into her mouth:
"Why do you have to run to the edge of the field to try on clothes? This one is too plain!"
"To avoid being mocked by Yan Chengxue! Isn't this too plain?" Xue Lan lifted her sleeve to look at it and couldn't help but exclaim in admiration:
"Cui Wu's father is a really good cook."
Xue Tong nodded in agreement.
Lord Wolf's attire has roughly two sources: one is Min Chang from the Jiangyun Sect, which carries a hint of fondness for puppies.
One of them is Cui Wu's parents...
Xue Tong looked Xue Lan up and down at her dress; large, pale purple iris patterns almost covered the entire hem. The Wolf Lord looked exceptionally elegant in it.
Xue Tong: These days, I've even gotten to play Miracle Lanlan.
"Her parents must have used all their life's skills on these few items."
Upon hearing this, Xue Lan's face lit up with joy, and she twirled around again with her arms crossed: "I knew I was more likable, there's nothing I can do about it, it's just how I am."
Xue Tong had nothing to say and continued peeling his own wheat grains.
Then a hand reached out in front of her.
"Peel it yourself!" Xue Tong jumped up.
Why do I always wait for her to figure things out without taking any action?
Xue Lan smiled and said, "Wolves don't skin things."
Xue Tong angrily shoved all the wheat grains in her hand into Xue Lan's palm: "Even wolves don't eat grass!"
Xue Lan didn't know, and she pretended not to understand.
Thanks to the efforts of the disciples of the Millet Hall, the wheat on Luoxia Mountain can now be harvested three times a year. The patch of wheat at their feet is from the second harvest, and the green grains taste sweet in their mouths.
A few children ran across the country path not far away, laughing and playing with kites.
Xue Lan suddenly spoke up:
"Only by looking at these things every day can I tell myself that I am doing the right thing."
In just over a decade, the landscape of Luoxia Mountain has undergone a complete transformation.
"Alright." Xue Tong got up from the ridge: "Just wear this one. It's nice to change your style every now and then. Anyway, none of them will make you feel uncomfortable."
"That works too." Xue Lan nodded.
"Let's go to Fuyang City."
Xue Tong took the lead and flew up into the clouds, while Xue Lan turned her head slightly to look behind her.
On a country path, a little girl stood there holding a windmill, which made her friends worry.
"Xiaohua, what's wrong?"
With her long braids, she looked down at the slightly older little girl and asked, "Do you miss your grandpa again?"
"No, no." Xiaohua shook her head quickly: "Sister Rongrong, I know Grandpa won't be coming back."
"After a while..." the little girl looked at her concerned friend:
"My sister from Jishutang will come to pick me up in a while."
The surroundings fell silent. The child didn't know how to express his feelings about parting; he only knew that he wouldn't see his best friend for a long time.
Thinking about this, several of the younger children started to cry.
"Don't cry!"
Xiao Hua started rummaging through her small bag, pulling out handfuls of osmanthus candy wrapped in oil paper, and stuffing them into her friends' hands one by one.
"This was bought for me by my mother...you...sob...please don't forget me."
"I will never forget Xiaohua... Waaah!" A chubby boy burst into tears.
"Little Flower, don't cry." A little girl named Rongrong wiped away Little Flower's tears, then realized that she was crying too.
A group of little ones, clutching their candies, kept saying they wouldn't cry but ended up crying in a chaotic mess.
Xue Lan watched from above the clouds for a long time.
"I've almost forgotten. Did Lian Chuan cry when he was sent away?"
“Boys that age don’t cry anymore.” Xue Tong looked at her. “But he was so upset back then.”
Lord Wolf King withdrew his gaze:
"You're making me feel a little guilty. Let's go visit him in the Upper Realm sometime."
"After all, I promised him before."
Xue Tong glanced at her:
"Let's talk about that once you have an iron neck!"