Chapter 1968

Ye Feiran noticed Lingwan's complicated expression, raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's wrong?" Lingwan shook her head gently. She was in a chaotic mood now and needed to be quiet. Ye Feiran stared at Lingwan for a while, then put the ten thousand year soul-drawing wooden bracelet into the mysterious space and blocked the space again. "Wanwan, the ghost orchid flower is prepared for Ye Mulin, right?" Hearing this, Lingwan was furious, "Nonsense, how could I prepare ghost orchid flowers for him?" Ye Feiran looked at Ling Wan with a half-smile. Lingwan blushed and said angrily, "I prepared the ghost orchid flower for you. You can use it for whoever you like." Ye Feiran accepted it as soon as he saw it, and hurriedly said, "Okay, okay, I believe in Wanwan. I occupy the first position in Wanwan's heart. If Wanwan prepares a rare treasure like the ghost orchid flower for others, I'd be jealous." After hearing this, Lingwan's mood suddenly recovered a lot. After her emotions calmed down completely, she said truthfully, "Aran is right. This ghost orchid flower is prepared for Ye Murin, but in the final analysis, it is for Aran." Lingwan wanted to continue talking, but she didn't know what Wu Zhen had said to Ye Feiran, so she stopped immediately. Ye Feiran put his hand on the back of Lingwan's hand, "Wanwan, I understand that I will keep the ghost orchid flower you prepared for me. Ahem... I forgot to tell you that I currently have three ghost orchids in my hand, so there is no problem in giving one to Wu Zhen. " "Three flowers!?" Lingwan's eyes suddenly opened wide with disbelief. No, isn’t the ghost orchid flower a rare and rare treasure? I don't know how long she was happy when she met a ghost orchid by chance. Now, Aran actually met two flowers by himself. Ahhhh... Aran's luck is still as good as ever! Ye Feiran smiled and nodded, "Maybe God knows that I need the Ghost Orchid Flower!" Hearing this, Lingwan couldn't help but laugh, "Hahaha... A Ran is right." However, when talking about the ghost orchid flower, Lingwan also thought of the cold spirit ghost flower and the ghost fruit, which are the three most rare treasures in the Netherworld. "A Ran, what are you doing collecting Ghost Orchid Flowers, Cold Spirit Ghost Flowers and Dark Fruits?" "Repair an artifact." Ye Feiran replied. Although Ling Wan was curious about what artifact needed three peerless treasures to repair it, Ye Feiran didn't mention it now, and she didn't ask. "Then I will order someone to inquire about it." Ye Feiran subconsciously wanted to say thank you, but when she thought of what she had said before, she suddenly stopped. "Okay! If I find the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower and Nether Fruit in the Netherworld, I will let someone tell you." "Who?" Lingwan frowned, and then said aggrievedly, "Can't Aran come and tell me in person?" Ye Feiran blinked his eyes, raised his eyebrows and said, "Don't you want to see A-Xuan Wanwan?" Lingwan was stunned for a moment and asked in an uncertain tone, "A Xuan? Is it Ye Feixuan?" Ye Feiran smiled and nodded, "Yes!" When Lingwan received a positive answer, she was so excited that she couldn't speak. Then her eyes turned red again and she murmured, "Great, great. It turns out that A-Xuan is not in a state of disbelief either, woo woo woo..." Ye Feiran understood her mood, but looking at her red eyes, he couldn't help but joked, "Okay, stop crying, you've turned into a crybaby cat." Hearing this, Lingwan's crying stopped suddenly, and then she looked at Ye Feiran with sad eyes, "Aran, you are annoying." After saying that, she ran quickly to tidy up her appearance. How could she not be excited to find out in one day that there was still a trace of Wu Zhen's soul left in the world, and that there was a way to bring him back to the world, and to know that Ye Feixuan, who had been considered dead and even soulless, was still alive? Yes, she and A Ran are as close as sisters, but Wu Yan and Ye Feixuan are also her good friends. This is not because Wu Yan often comes to see A Ran, and Ye Feixuan and A Ran are well-known Ye Feixuan in the god world. As two sisters, they often go to practice together, and their relationship naturally improves. A quarter of an hour later, Lingwan came back, her mood had already recovered, and her clear and bright eyes showed no trace of crying. As soon as she sat down, she raised her eyebrows and asked, "Aran, are you jealous?" Ye Feiran: "???" Why is she jealous? Seeing her reaction, Ling Wan wished Ye Feiran could regain his memory immediately, "I heard that Wu Zhen and A Xuan were still alive, and I reacted so excitedly. Are you jealous?" Ye Feiran rolled his eyes and said without blushing or out of breath, "Yeah, I'm just jealous." Hearing this, Lingwan couldn't help but laugh, "A Ran, you're pretending to be dead!" However, she was happy in her heart, and she had no intention of telling Ye Feiran how long she had been sad when Ye Feiran died, and how long she had been happy when she found out that she had been reincarnated. "Whatever you say is what it is." Ye Feiran said with a smile, looking doting on him. Ling Wan became even happier. After chewing a spiritual fruit, she remembered Ye Feixuan and asked quickly, "A Ran, where is A Xuan and how is she doing now?" She couldn't tell about Aran's reincarnation, but she could definitely tell about Wu Zhen and Ye Feixuan, so she had to understand it carefully and then tell Wu Yan and the Ye family. "Axuan is in the Netherworld. After she died, her soul came to the Netherworld for some reason, so she is now a ghost cultivator, devouring and refining the power of the underworld near the entrance to the spirit world." Ye Feiran briefly said that as for the specific matters, Ye Feixuan would naturally tell her when she saw Lingwan. "The power of the underworld!" Lingwan was shocked again, and after the shock, she was envious. The power of the underworld is a very mysterious power in the legend. It is so lucky that A Xuan encountered it! "Aran, I want to try to improve your and Axuan's luck." Ye Feiran: "Just rub it as you like!" "hey-hey……" Next, the two little girls held a candle and talked at night, telling each other a lot about their experiences. During this period, Ye Feiran asked about the Ye family in the God Realm, but Lingwan wanted to say it but couldn't. The two of them were very helpless, but they quickly ignored it. They would go back to the God Realm sooner or later anyway. Time passed and Ye Han and the others were still breaking into the tower, so Lingwan pulled Ye Feiran to the spiritual garden. "A Ran, pick whatever you like." Hearing this, Ye Feiran's eyes suddenly lit up, "Then I won't be polite." In the following time, Ye Feiran transplanted one or two plants of the elixirs that were not available in the mysterious space, and Lingwan even picked a lot of various spiritual fruits for her. When Ye Han and the others succeeded in breaking into the tower one after another, it also meant the arrival of another separation. Lingwan was naturally very reluctant to leave. She hugged Ye Feiran's arm and said coquettishly, "Aran, remember to come see me often." "good!" When leaving, Ye Feiran gave Lingwan another Najie, which contained mostly elixirs and potions. When leaving, Ye Han, Sikong Jing, Hao Zicun, Li Luo, and Poppy Hua were all very happy because they all got the spiritual objects they wanted. When they returned from the spirit world, the Flower of the Other Side and the mutated Nether Cat had already devoured and refined the power of the underworld, and the aura of the flower and the beast was obviously much stronger. Seeing Ye Feiran, a flower and a beast ran over quickly. "Meow meow!" Hearing the anxious voice of the mutant ghost cat, Ye Feiran looked confused. The next moment, Bianhua sent a message to her with the same anxious tone, "Master, let us go back and fight quickly." Ye Feiran: "..." Although she was speechless, she still sent the Bianhuahua and the mutated ghost cat back to the mysterious space, and at the same time sent out a ray of consciousness to pay attention to their situation. Li Luo looked at Ye Murin, then at Ye Feiran, then stepped forward and said, "Miss Ye, I want to exchange stone marrow with you."

March, early spring. A corner in the eastern part of Nanhuangzhou. The hazy sky was gray and black, showing heavy depression, as if someone had spilled ink on the rice paper, and the ink soaked into the sky and blurred out the clouds. The clouds overlapped and merged with each other, spreading out streaks of crimson lightning, accompanied by rumbling thunder. It's like the roar of gods, echoing in the world. ,. Blood-colored rain, with sadness, falls into the mortal world. The earth was hazy, and there was a ruined city, silent and lifeless in the dim red rain of blood. The city is in ruins and everything is withered. Collapsed houses can be seen everywhere, as well as blue-black corpses and pieces of meat, like broken autumn leaves, silently withering. The streets that used to be bustling with people are now desolate. The sandy dirt road that used to be bustling with people is no longer noisy now. Only blood and mud mixed with minced meat, dust, and paper were left, indistinguishable from each other, which was shocking. Not far away, a broken carriage was stuck deep in the mud, full of sadness. Only an abandoned rabbit doll hung on the shaft, swaying in the wind. The white fluff has long been soaked into wet red, full of eerieness. The turbid eyes seemed to have some residual resentment, looking lonely at the mottled rocks in front of them. There, a figure was lying down. This was a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old, his clothes were torn and covered with dirt, and he had a broken leather bag tied around his waist. The young man squinted his eyes and remained motionless. The biting cold penetrated his worn coat from all directions and spread throughout his body, gradually taking away his body temperature. But even though the rain fell on his face, he didn't blink, staring coldly into the distance like an eagle. Following his gaze, he saw a skinny vulture gnawing on the carrion of a wild dog, seven or eight feet away from him, observing the surroundings vigilantly from time to time. It seems that in this dangerous ruins, if there is the slightest movement, it will instantly rise into the sky. The young man is like a hunter, patiently waiting for the opportunity. After a long time, the opportunity came, and the greedy vulture finally buried its head completely into the belly of the wild dog. ,,. ,.