Chapter 318: 317 prophecy

Chapter 318: 317 prophecy

Chapter 318 317. Prophecy

At this time, Blaine walked in from outside the house carrying a large ornate water glass.New novel chapters are published on

"But before you take this girl from me, I have only one request, that Lann let her drink from the cup."

Geralt jumped up suddenly.

Are you going back on your word, madam? That is the water of Broccolion. Girls who drink it will turn into dryads, and men who drink it will die!

Esna didn't even look at the other two demon hunters, her silver eyes stared straight at Lan En.

"There is only one request, Lan. You have been in contact with Blaine for a few days. You know very well that this water will not destroy a person's logic and thinking, nor will it even affect the personality. Even people like Blaine It can also retain the memories of when it was a human being. It just gives the girls beautiful skin, strong muscles, and an affinity for the forest."

Esnas eyes met Lan Ens, and there was an emotion that rarely appeared in silver eyespersistence.

For an extraordinary creature that has already symbiotically lived with Brok Leon, this emotion is truly rare.

"As long as she drinks the water of Broccolion and lets me watch her drink it with my own eyes, I will ask for nothing more. I will let you come and go."

Lan En looked at her in silence for a long time, and then he seemed to understand something and said tentatively.

Do you want to witness a certain phenomenon? Something will happen after Xili drinks this water?

"Yes. I can tell you everything. This water may not work on her. But this is a kind of proof."

Esna said bluntly.

It proves that the era is not over yet, that everything has just begun, that everything can turn around.

This is too poetic for you. Cant we speak plainly? Just because she is the son of an ancient bloodline? Can she prove so many things?

Just because she is a child of ancient blood.

Lan En rubbed his forehead.

He now felt what Geralt and Vesemir felt when he talked to Esna.

There are a lot of things in what the other person said that he doesnt understand at all, and it seems he doesnt want to say more.

"Okay." Lan En stood up, walked to the carpet where Aisna and Ciri were, and squatted down to look at the little girl. "Well, what do you think? Let me tell you first, drinking this water will probably make you uncomfortable."

Brain and Bai Lang, who were holding the cups, said in unison: "It must be uncomfortable."

But Xili didn't hesitate and nodded heavily: "If I can leave like this, I will drink it."

Esna ignored them, took the cup from Blaine's hand, and turned towards Geralt.

Lan En was no exception. He felt that the dizziness was several times worse than the portal, and he lost consciousness almost instantly.

When Lan En suddenly opened his eyes again, he only saw the shining golden sun in the sky, like a large gold coin with no edges, hanging above the clouds in the cold winter wind.

The roots of the tree behind him hurt him.

He stood up suddenly, and there was a dull crashing sound on his forehead.

Ouch!

Hiri's cry of pain came from the side of her head. Turning his head to look over, he saw that the little girl had just put her head in his face and bumped into her as she stood up.

Lan En expressionlessly touched the tooth mark on his forehead, which was made just now.

What did you want to do just now?

The little girl covered her chin and lips, turned her face to the side, and responded angrily: "I didn't mean to do anything, I just wanted to wake you up. As soon as I opened my eyes, it was daylight, and we were no longer in the forest. I panicked. Isnt it okay?

Lan En sneered with a crooked mouth and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Humph, you panicked and wanted to call someone, why dont you wake up Geralt. He is the one connected to your fate.

Isnt this how close you are?

Facing the little girls words without hesitation, Lan En glanced sideways at Geralt, who was leaning at Ciris feet.

Wake up! Geralt, wake up!

Looking at Ciri kneeling next to Geralt, pulling on his piece of mail, Lan sighed helplessly.

He turned around and ran to Vesemir who was lying down.

Before he could do anything, the old man lay down on the ground and stretched himself.

There was a crackling sound in the joints on the body.

Geralt over there also opened his eyes and was saying in a daze, "Where am I, for the sake of the plague?"

The old man here seemed to wake up in his bed calmly: "Good morning, child."

Lan En couldn't help but sigh, **** is still too old.

GeraltNo!

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