Chapter 169: accompany

Dany was very worried about Bran. She knew that Bran was about to face things beyond her control. A person, not even a mount. Bran's seemingly indifferent attitude has actually been cautious. Whenever there is danger, it will stand in front, and then put on a pose, you are like a group of burdens.
No one wants to be a burden, so over time, fewer and fewer people can stay with him.
He refused his for good reasons. The people in the city are becoming more and more complex. Someone needs to be in charge, and someone needs to be able to command flowers and ancient trees at critical moments.
Huahua, a creature who enjoys loneliness, finally accepted her. Occasionally, she would lower her respect and lie down in her arms for a while. Gushu's attitude towards her was also different, at least he wouldn't threaten her with a sledgehammer.
Bran's strength is getting stronger and stronger, as if she is no longer needed. Someone tried to replace her, but failed. Bran needs someone to accompany him and someone to listen to him. And she is the same, she needs someone to accompany and someone to talk about.
People did not understand: whether they are strong or not is not the reason they stand together. They were together when Bran was still weak. This is destined and cannot be changed.
No one wanted to establish a relationship with Bran at that time, even if it was only temporary teaching. She does not belong to the castle, nor to the West. So, although she knew Bran, she didn't know him.
In the eyes of many people, she is more like a wild child. The parents died in the West, and even the bones were not recovered. In a simple routine revenge, in a simple accident, some people died in battle and some fled back.
The clan will not lack her food and clothing, but only food and clothing. She is missing after all, missing many things that other children have.
Her luck has always been good, so the friends around her seem a little unlucky. That’s the way it is. If the hapless one is always someone else, then why isn’t it you? Either luck is taking care of you, or you have brought bad luck to others.
Who knows?
The number of partners around her gradually decreased, but her luck was really good. She sneaked out of the house, ran into the wild, and then met her companions-two wild young white wolves.
Her talent is good, at least she thought so, otherwise how could she be sent to the castle and receive training. Before the trial, the wife approached her, hoping that she would become Bran's attendant.
Bran, it didn't take long to get to know him after entering the castle. The existence in the castle cannot be ignored, because at that time, he stood at the door of the castle every day to show his existence.
She had sympathized and felt sorry for him, but this emotion quickly disappeared. At least he has a family, and a sister occasionally holds his hand, and what about her?
She took her white wolf companion to complete the trial, but there was nothing to be happy about, because she became alone again. She has been lucky, right?
Life and death are shared, she can hear Bran’s insincere words, but she still agreed to the oath...
She followed her vow, and Bran began to follow it. Since then, her luck with Bran has been good. Maybe she has always been able to bring luck, but she lacks the person who shares her life and death...
Whether to protect or to be protected, it is a kind of enjoyment for her and Bran. All she and Bran need is the warmth when staying with each other.
Outsiders will not understand, so they will never be able to stand beside Bran.
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Scholars are trustworthy and efficient. After being driven out by Bran, he immediately began to build the small fortress in the agreement to guard and defend the direction of Sandstone City.
Bran passed through the busy construction site, ignoring the rushing scholars, and headed straight for the sandstone city. This made the scholars look at each other, and soon a night owl flew up and took Bran's news forward.
During this time, scholars have done a lot of work. For example, some wizards were sent over to observe and record the environment here; selfishly prevented outsiders from approaching, and successfully curbed the increase in the number of undead. But their research is still in a predicament and cannot find any direction.
Jonah was waiting in front of Sandstone City when he got the news. Bran's appearance made them vigilant and full of expectations. Perhaps Bran made a new discovery, so he hurried to Sandstone City. Perhaps through temptation, some hints can be obtained from his words.
Facing the temptation of immortality, scholars lost their former calmness and seemed to be eager for quick success. They are slowly changing. It is hard to feel the unique breath of scholars on their bodies.
Impetuous, this is how Bran feels when approaching them.
Bran doesn't like scholars, but he has to admit that they have an unspeakable calm temperament that makes people feel reliable and peaceful. But what are these in front of you?
In just a few months, I saw decadence and madness from Jonah, just like facing a madman. It seemed that he wanted to stop Bran’s way, but out of his intuition about danger, he adjusted his actions in time to become closely following Bran, and then said straightforwardly: "Hello, what can I do for you? ?"
Bran walked on his own, without words, and led the already crazy man into Sandstone City.
The sandstone city is still the same, without people, the whole city appears empty and lonely. The weed sticks out its head tenaciously from the ruins, but it is different from the outside, with a sickly withered feeling.
There are no birds, no snakes and rats, only some illusory or solid figures are busy here, just as they were before.
Jonah didn't realize that he was in danger, and continued to chatter rudely until Mian Lan stopped, until a whisper came in his ear, "Come here."
It seems that the last moments of life can really explode some power, Jonah is sober!
The scholar's certain temperament returned to him, and he couldn't help showing a bitter smile after looking around.
The dead surrounded here quietly. A statue stands with a line of clear text: "May the dead find eternal peace, the creator of the dead-the wizard Bran."