Chapter 1220: The past of the ball (four)

Chapter 1220 The past of the ball (four)
She... remembered...
At the beginning, she was trampled and eaten by birds. It was a lush hand, and she took away the foraging food for her, and moved her to a safe place.
Later, when she encountered drought, she did not have rain and dew for a long time. Her thirst was about to lose her life.
It was the man who happened to pass by and watered a pot of water for her.
The grace of dripping water, this should be reported by the spring.
and so……
Their encounter again is to let her... repay the kindness of the year.
The ball's line of sight gradually blurred, and she stared hard at her eyes, hoping to take another look... the benefactor of the year.
unfortunately……
She couldn’t see it anymore, and the feeling of weakness and weakness made her gently close her eyes...
The petals have stopped falling and wrapped around the body of the ball. Gradually, her long body has been shrunk smaller and smaller, and finally she has been completely covered by the petals.
When the wind rushes past, only a small pink flower can be turned out from under the petals.
The pollen is tender and tender, but it can't be... I can talk to her with that gentle and well-behaved voice.
The wind is shaking, and her movements are very cautious. For fear of accidentally, the flowers will be folded into two sections. Thus, in this life, they will never have the chance to meet each other.
"I used to say that I will come back to take you away, but now... I can take you with you, the ball."
"Mother-in-law..." Fuchen gently grasped the hand of the wind. "She has no aura, and she can no longer be a person. If she wants to re-enact people, it may take hundreds of years, or even It will take thousands of years, even... she may have no way to live forever."
He and Qing Han are a special existence.
Other elixir wants to turn people... needs... is an opportunity.
Otherwise, the elixir will never have a soul, and there will be no way to turn people.
"It doesn't matter, it's good for hundreds of years or thousands of years. As long as it is still alive, there is a possibility of coming back, and the opportunity is not bad. If she has no opportunity, I will create opportunities for her. I believe that the ball will eventually come back to me."

This is her... promise to her.
The wind carefully took out a box, so that the pink flowers in the hand were lying in the box safely, and then put it up and put it into the space.
"Fuchen, Qinghan, let's go..."
"it is good."
Fuchen knew that the wind was sad in his heart. He didn't dare to say anything more. He could only hold the hand of the wind and follow her to go forward.
Along the way, the wind is no longer open, and her face does not see any emotions, but the pace is more determined than ever.
This time, she was able to leave this place, the South String blocked her enemies behind her.
It was the ball, sacrificed himself, and wiped out the old tree for her.
She must be open to the mainland anyway! Can't let those sacrifices, in vain...
More importantly, there is a South String waiting for her!
Fuchen and Qinghan are very quiet, because the wind is not open, they no longer bother him.
From beginning to end, there is only one big pot that floats out on the top of the head, making a squeaky voice...
The sky is silent, just like the wind is like the mood of today.
Qing Han saw the expression of the wind as silent, and looked at the cheerful giant pot. Suddenly angry, countless vines rose from the ground, instantly entangled the body of the giant pot, and then smashed the pot. I’m going out.
(End of this chapter)