Chapter 146: darling

After the red line appeared in her perception, Lily had already awakened. She has evolved too fast and has not yet adapted and used the new ability. She could hear the whispers of magic, but she never calmed down to listen; she could see stories in the distance, but she never read it seriously.
What is Bran doing after his evolution? He is forcing himself to listen, forcing himself to see, until these become instinct. And her?
She began to listen to the echo of magic in her ears. All kinds of magic fluctuations are like a mess, entangled around. This is why she is unwilling to listen, unwilling to see, she has no patience to sort out all this.
The soil under the feet is soft, and the stones are slightly hard. They mix together to form a solid ground. The grass blades across the legs, the fragrance of flowers from the wind...
While running, she found the thread in the mess, and everything began to have a clue. A magnificent magical picture slowly unfolds, the earth, sky, sunset, weeds, shrubs. Although there are still too many and too many unknown fluctuations, they have been included in this picture of heaven and earth, either shadows or fog, which can no longer disturb this world, and can no longer disturb her perception.
Gradually, she merged into this picture and became the eternal center.
In this world, her magic power is also rapidly spitting out the old and receiving the new. The earth is responding to her, and the sky is responding to her. She didn't feel tired at all after running to the present, but she felt more enjoyable than ever.
She began to understand that she and Bran were different-completely different.
Bran is constructing his own world from beginning to end. He kept assimilating, swallowing, and communicating with the world, but he never opened his arms. He has been like this since he was a child, hiding in his own world.
But she is the darling of this world. This world is welcoming her with open arms. She doesn't need to test and construct carefully like Bran. She just needs to breathe freely and run happily.
The sky was full of stars, and when the moon was rising, the coolness of the night calmed her a lot, and her mood gradually closed. Her footsteps did not slow down because the night fell. Light and darkness are only two shadows covering the world, and they have no effect on her.
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A bug crouched in the grass, and its dark green body blended perfectly with the environment. Although the night light restricts its vision, the abdomen lying on the ground can perceive various vibrations from the ground. Through these vibrations, it can determine the type, weight and other information of the prey. This is the most commonly used method when they concealed ambushes.
Someone ran towards this in the distance, and it raised its front paws and waited quietly. As the footsteps got closer, the claws opened quietly. It was about to violently attack when the prey ran past its side. But the change came so quickly that it was too late to react. It only heard the sound of wind brought by clothes when it suddenly accelerated. Then, it found that it had fallen into the depths of the grass, and the surrounding grass stems were thick and tall, too large to reach.
The noise of hard wing friction sounded intermittently. This is the struggle before the fire of life of the people of the tribe is extinguished, but the voice is too familiar, so familiar it makes it unwilling to believe it.
The sound of hard wing rubbing broke the silence, which made the distant insect swarm agitated, and several insects rushed over first. Then, they saw a Northland girl approaching, accompanied by the slanting knife light, passing by their sides.
The insect swarm was silent for a moment, and then began to clamor, but the clamor had no effect on the girl. She was as fast as the wind, blowing from one side of the swarm to the other, and then back again. It's like peeling, layer after layer.
After a brief contact, the scattered footsteps of the insect swarm replaced the clamor, and the surviving insects clamped their hard wings and turned and fled. But this did not allow them to escape the fate of death. On the contrary, the girl obviously accelerated the speed, and the whistle brought by the knife wind became more rapid and sharp.
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Everything was too simple, which disappointed Lily. Is this the bug that threatened Bran during his trial?
But so!
The killing just now wasn't even a warm-up, and it wasn't even as good as the joy of running. The bloodline was still continuing, and this was not the end, so she continued to pursue it.
Moonlight sprinkled on her body with a trace of coldness, covering her with a hazy gauze. Her heart gradually became calmer and her perception became more acute.
A pulsation of Ruoruuowu came from the depths of the earth, thick and slow. With the pace of running, this pulse gradually resonated with the magic in her body. The magic started to oscillate, starting from her feet and spreading to the tips of her hair.
She felt that she was free from the shackles of her body, and her vision began to rise. In the field of vision, her body gradually became smaller, and the earth began to become vast. Just when she was thinking about flying higher and higher with joy, the pulsation gently pulled her back.
At the moment of returning to the body, she suddenly woke up. She was still running, along the blood line, without any deviation. Everything just now seemed to be just a dream. But it was not a dream, her magic rhythm moved slowly and powerfully.
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When Lily fell into a short dream, a ceremony was being held in a magnificent temple on another ancient land. Or it is more appropriate to describe it as a slightly more serious game.
In the center of the temple, there is a huge pool-the pool of foresight. The mist above the pool is lingering all year round, constantly changing. In front of the pool stood a group of young men and women. They were the lucky ones among the pilgrims. They can ask some questions and try to get the answers from the pond.
In most cases, the pool water does not respond. For example, who is the most beautiful person in this world? This is an unanswerable question. Different races have different aesthetics.
Although I know that I can't get the answer, it can't stop the curiosity of the teenagers, so such questions are always endless.
A young girl came out and stood in front of the pool and asked loudly, "Who is the most beautiful person here?"
The mist revealed her image, and then she raised her head triumphantly and returned to her companion.
The ceremony continued until a simple and honest teenager came up. He asked loudly: "Who is the most powerful person?"
The water mist rolled and then fell silent, as if lost in thought. The priest standing next to him shook his head, again this kind of unanswered question, and then signaled the next one.
The simple and honest boy reluctantly walked backwards, with the last hope. Through the lingering mist, he saw that the surface of the water seemed to ripple, which made him rub his eyes. That's right! The ripples are expanding! He excitedly pointed his hand to the water and shouted: "Look!"
As he yelled, the surface of the water began to boil, and the mist gradually condensed into a fuzzy, girly face. All eyes are on the girl's face, hoping to see her face clearly at the first time. But the water mist was so hard to condense, and the priest couldn't help frowning, which indicated that the target was very far away.
Under people's tense gaze, the pool water ran out of strength, and the mist collapsed. They also failed to see the girl's face clearly. But on that face, the most obvious feature was revealed-facial lines.