Chapter 188: Hanyue

It was already midnight when Lily found Bran, and one person and one cat seemed indifferent to her arrival. After Huahua's amber eyes swept indifferently, she continued to stare at the snow motionlessly; Bran didn't even lift her eyelids.
Lily looked at them, sighed and explained the situation, but Bran still had no response.
Is this trouble? Wait, Lily reluctantly walked to Bran and sat down, hoping that he could solve the problem quickly and don't let people wait too long.
When Lily sat next to her, Bran felt the power inside her body toss violently and gradually broke out of the cocoon. So he turned his attention to Lily and said softly: "Tell me about the origin of your pair of wings."
Lily whispered about the fire she set off, and the light and shadow in the fire chased the footsteps of the living like life...
With the soft voice flowing through his ears, Bran gradually relaxed. Since Lily had a similar experience, it shouldn't be a bad thing. This is the inevitable growth, accumulation and then transformation. Just like the facial wrinkles on the face, when it appears, it cannot and cannot be stopped.
At the end of the story, watching Bran completely relaxed, Lily asked curiously: "What's wrong?"
So Bran also began to talk about the fire in Sandstone City. The last butterfly flew out of his hand, Bran’s voice with a hint of panic and excitement: "I found the soul, but I could not find it in the living beings. I thought the soul was a container, but now I find it is nourishment. , It nourishes a certain power in you and me. It's just that you have absorbed some of them by intuition, but I reject them in doubt."
Lily interrupted and reminded: "But we don't seem to absorb the same thing, I absorb light, and you..."
Bran handed the butterfly in his hand to Lily's eyes and prompted: "Try to inject a little so-called light."
With the infusion of magic power, the butterfly becomes alive and colors reappear on its body. Then the will began to recover, fluttering wings trying to escape. But out of instinct, he didn't dare to escape too far, so he had to dance around the two of them.
Looking at this butterfly, Bran's eyes became brighter and brighter, so another butterfly was handed to Lily. In this way, one after another vivid butterflies emerged from the hands of the two brothers and sisters, and gradually surrounded them.
Looking at the butterfly shadows flying around, Lily asked, "What is your new strength form? Is it also wings?"
"No, there is no form." A cloud of mist appeared from Bran's hands, gathering and dispersing.
Seeing this, Lily also stretched out her hand, and a pair of small wings fell next to the mist, slowly opening and closing. "Why is this?"
"Ability and habit. My ability makes me accustomed to seeing everything as material. The form is not important to me, but only changes according to the needs." At this point, the fog in Bran's hands gradually expanded, He wrapped it up. "And it makes me feel at ease."
With a sigh, the mist dissipated and returned to his hands, "We are different after all. In the face of the power of the soul, you chose light, but I chose shadow."
A mirror appeared in his hand and passed it to Lily. "When you look at the reflection in the water, you know that it is you. You know who the person in the mirror is, what your name is, and everything that name represents."
"And I don't know." Bran raised the mirror to his eyes. "I saw the reflection in the water only strangely. I don't know what this name means, or what the soul under this skin looks like.
Those people are dead! Their souls still remain the same as they were before. If one day I die too, what will appear in front of you is a complete stranger, a complete stranger...
Therefore, we are different after all. "
Lily slapped her younger brother's back heavily, "Going crazy again!"
"No!" Bran firmly grasped his sister's hand.
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Beyond the west, Ruiou followed the devastating swarm. The remaining swarms of insects can no longer pose a threat to subsequent troops. Both quantity and quality have been reversed. Under the cover of night, I hope to get rid of the chasing soldiers behind him at dawn.
Ruiou is not worried about behind him. He is even more worried about the Northlanders. How will the Northlanders deal with their devotees?
There was endless panic in his heart, because he didn't know the name of the mistress until now. What are these people? Was thrown into a bunch of bugs with low intelligence, no matter what. When the owner left, he at least gave an order to the insect swarm, and they just reluctantly followed behind the insect swarm.
For whom? Why fight? Is it just to live? If this is still alive. I hope the people of the North can see that they have also fought hard to keep them alive.
The two pairs of deputies under the ribs gradually became stronger and stronger in the daily fighting. If he is still in the demons, he should be considered elite. Ironically, his growth began with the killing of his fellow clan.
He didn't think that the demons still had hope of victory, since he had witnessed the light rising from outside Silverpine Town. He had wanted to send the news back, but the people no longer accepted him.
He wanted to tell the chaser behind him, surrender! At least you can live!
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A large army of demons once again came to the front of Anya's defense line. The arrival of the army gave the forwards of the Mozu regained courage, and they sent people to cut down the banner of the Northlanders.
Curt stood on the city wall, looking at the dazzling army on the opposite side and couldn't help showing a sneer. That flag can be cut casually?
If they could chop, they would have done it long ago. He has met Bran, and at the same time he saw the girl who looks very similar to Bran. It is better not to provoke such a person.
Facing that banner, someone on his own side was prepared to be arrogant, but he was persuaded by Curt. He recounted his own personal experience, recounted his cowardice. Wait, this is Curt's suggestion.
The group of fools on the opposite side don't know who they have provoke? What kind of existence provoked. If that banner is still there, there may be a glimmer of life, and now he just needs to stand here and enjoy the carnival before their death.