Chapter 271: Hope

Several adult goblins appeared around the ancient tree at some unknown time, and began to dance with their singing. That dance is a tribute and a ceremony.
Looking at all of this, Bran could feel the mighty power from the small body of the goblin, which was ancient and profound.
The ink waterfall above his head rushed endlessly, suppressing Bran and couldn't move. Is this self-inflicted? With a wry smile, Bran closed off his perception of the outside world and began to concentrate on communicating with the ancient trees under him. Now that this is the case, let it be. Re-recognize the world with Gushu, and completely complete your own innovation.
The old fairy Mikel wanted to join and dominate the ceremony, but Huahua threw it down from the air and held it in her mouth. With his scolding and shouting, Huahua put him on the ground. Just as Mikel wanted to leave, he was hugged back by Huahua. In those slightly squinted eyes, the threat was clear.
Mikel shouted angrily: "Stupid cat! Will I harm Bran?"
Huahua shook her tail, opened her mouth and yawned, acting as if she could not understand what you were saying. And Mikel finally confessed his fate after stomping his feet in a hurry, leaning on Huahua with a sigh.
"Listen to me, this is very important to you." The old fairy patted Huahua's thigh vigorously. "What's happening now is not bad for Bran, and I didn't want to deceive you. Bran entered the sea of ​​magic power, The most primitive and purest magical powers have led out. But their nourishment to this continent is limited, as well as to the creatures here, and ancient trees can not only transform them, but also confine them here.
There used to be many such flowers and trees on this continent, and there are countless varieties of them, but now only the old trees survive. Time is too long, some things have long become ancient legends, fortunately they are eventually spread. Our fairies still retain the oldest sacrificial means, but more of them regard this as a dance on the festival, a celebration of little meaning.
We haven't seen a creature that can touch the sea of ​​magic for too long. We don't know whether the ancient tree still has the oldest instincts, or whether you can fit in with the ancient tree. We don’t even know if these ancient rituals can work or if they can help you.
We dare not explain in advance, because this may have some impact on you. So we hope to go with the flow and observe secretly. It's good if you become a success, but nobody knows if you don't. You can still lead your own carefree life, and even take the goblins away.
I know you understand, if you are really a stupid cat, it is impossible to touch the sea of ​​magic. I hope you know that when you get to this point in some time-don't resist. "
Huahua grunted and put the old fairy in her arms and rubbed her head vigorously.
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The goblin's singing entered Bran's consciousness with a mental shock, even if he closed his perception, it could not be a barrier.
The singing is repetitive and monotonous, telling ancient stories. Like a running account, the sun rises and the moon sets, and the four seasons cycle. The stars at night seem to be eternal, but Bran is experiencing the vicissitudes of life.
But all this is far from enough, because the perspective of the story is too monotonous, it is always looking up at the sky. Bran has seen more, knowing that hidden behind the stars is a vaster and brighter galaxy. At the same time, Bran had also overlooked the earth, which was far less expansive than his self-righteousness.
Therefore, he can inherit and learn from this dilapidated continent, but he will never copy it. Even if it is wrong, even if it pays the price of failure.
Bran opened his arms and let the magic flow in his past and let it go through his past and present. I hope it can understand what it means to be reborn, what it once had, and what it has lost.
I am Bran, but not Bran. I am in this world, but I don't belong to this world. My thoughts, my consciousness, are not compatible with this world. Because my sister is the darling of this world, and I am nothing, even if we also touch the sea of ​​magic, even if the fairies sing and dance by my side.
The key began to rotate, and the fog gathered, gradually rising to the top of Bran's head, blocking the torrent of water. The gray smoke sticks out from the mist, and outlines a riddled human figure. Then the silk began to split, entangle, and interweave, and finally Bran Zhong returned in a human form.
He sat there quietly, watching the fairies singing and dancing happily, telling an ancient and heavy story in the most pleasant voice.
The fog above his head has dissipated, and the torrent of magic power hit his head and splashed water. Bran raised his face, feeling the oncoming tide of magic, savoring everything about it.
The old fairy looked at the recovered Bran and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Bran is okay, so the old tree shouldn't have a big problem.
Bran didn't get up for a long time because of the old tree under him. He didn't want to interrupt the progress of the ancient tree, although he had many questions now, and needed the old fairy not far away to answer.
Bran’s progress had been passed on by Mikel, and Lily, who was in an idle state, became hot. The ancient tree that was ready to settle in Shuangyi City and had not arrived, suddenly exploded with amazing potential. On a black and windy night, he broke into Double Wing City. After entering the city, he rushed down the tower and pointed to his canopy to invite Lily to give a comment.
He was very careful and deliberately woven a big bed on the canopy, and covered it with thick leaves.