Chapter 255 Lonely Ghost
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After the flames gradually weakened, Roland Hill stepped into the scorched black earth, and then walked into the huge pothole on the ground. Condensed into a [primitive gem] (evaluation: rare pearl grade)
Because the final explosion wastes a lot of magic power, the evaluation of this gem finally stays at the pearl level.
The dazzling gem is a warm orange, with what appears to be a brown-furred bear sleeping on its stomach. After exceeding Sequence 5, the soul will be integrated with the transcendent core, and after Sequence 7, it will make the soul stronger and not easily shattered.
Although the giant bear died, most of its soul remained and gathered in this extraordinary gem.
"This guy, this will be a lot cuter."
Roland Hill tapped the orange gem with his finger, and looked at the crystal-clear gem, the little bear seemed to be awakened, slowly woke up, opened his black eyes, looked around blankly, and then raised his head , Seeing Roland Hill's face, she shrank in fear and wanted to hide elsewhere, but she could only slowly circle around the gem.
Then a soft and slightly cold figure slowly came up from behind, leaning against Roland Hill's back.
"Is this little bear the one just now?" There was a little curiosity in his voice.
"Uh-huh."
Lorraine Hill turned around, dodging Isegrin's icy body a little. It's not that I hate it, it's just a little bit cold. Compared with living people, ghosts have more direct emotions and are difficult to cover up. Roland Hill can easily perceive the thoughts of this ghost lady, which is very simple and pure. That's why she likes him.
Loren Hill doesn't like overly complicated interpersonal relationships, and prefers something simple and pure. She handed the gem to the curious Isegrin, let him watch it slowly, and then flew up, swept away the remaining fire in the forest and prevented it from spreading again.
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In the afternoon of the second day, the sun slanted on the branches, and a gray tent stood on the beach of incomplete flowers. The girl slept in the soft rabbit fleece blanket, her body undulating slightly, breathing regularly, and she still did not get up as the sun was about to set. signs.
A light blue figure sat alone on a crystal coffin in the sea of flowers, watching the setting sun gradually set in the west, and the purple-red burning clouds covered the branches of the distant woods. The sun near the horizon can only be seen from the sparsely arranged tree trunks, and the tree shadows divide the sunset like a fence.
The wind in the evening was blowing slowly, and wisps of green smoke occasionally emerged from the burned out piles of grass, wood and ash, and some small animals also came back smelling the aroma of the barbecue. Looking for roasted pine nuts and fruits in the woods, and then happily eating them.
"Little Lorraine is still awake."
The somewhat bored Miss Ghost jumped off the coffin and slowly floated towards the small gray tent.
The illusory body passed through the thick tent and entered the interior. Looking at the sleeping girl in the white dress, Ise Gelin no longer had any other movements, but sat quietly in the corner of the tent, quietly watching the resting silver-haired girl.
The silver hair fell between the snow-white neck, and the white collarbone protruded from the nightdress. With the girl's breathing, the quilt on her body also undulated slightly. The beautiful white face was matched with the pink lips like mountain cherries. It made the girl look a little green, but the soft lines between the eyebrows were neutralized a little bit, like a slightly sour and sweet fruit, giving people a strange charm in the purity.
When the sky was completely dark, and the faint moonlight shone into the tent through the gap, Roland Hill slowly woke up with rubbing his eyes.
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There is a man sitting in front of the bed!
The sight in front of him made Roland Hill, who had been living alone recently, startled, but after a few seconds of restarting his brain, he quickly reacted and breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's Yi Xue..." The girl slowly put down the quilt in her hand, covered her mouth and yawned a little.
"Good evening, Isegrin." Although it was a bit of a tongue-in-cheek Elvish language, Roland Hill, who had good academic performance, read it out accurately.
"Good evening, little Lorraine, here~"
After speaking, the elf lady handed out the orange-yellow gem in her hand, and the little bear lay obediently on the ground and looked at the two girls timidly.
Roland Hill took it over with a little curiosity, and observed the little bear. At this moment, it was obedient a lot. Roland Hill let it turn around and turn around, and let it roll and roll.
"How did this happen?"
"Just talk to it well, because I am also a ghost, and it is very convenient to communicate."
"Really?" Roland Hill is a little hard to believe. According to Trinasha's records, most ghosts are very emotional, and rational ones are very rare, while the ghosts of the transformation of the souls of beasts are more disorderly, only extremely Shallow intelligence.
"Really, maybe little Lorraine's credit is bigger. You purify and filter some extreme emotions in the process of re-gathering its soul, making it a lot more rational." The ghost lady is also thinking The reason, although there is no memory of growing up in the past, some of her knowledge does not seem to have fallen behind.
Does that work too? Roland Hill was slightly surprised, and then slowly handed the gem to Isegrin.
"No, Roland keeps it for himself. It's the opposite of mine. It's probably more uncomfortable to stay together. If you give it to you, it should be able to help you." The ghost princess declined, and then pulled Roland Hill out of the tent. .
The wooded wilderness under the moonlight, one side of which is charred, but the other side of the hill remains
In good condition, the autumn wind in the night blew through with a chill. As a ghost, Isegrind took Loren Hill's hand, walked in the grass sea near her waist, and slowly walked towards the hill.
"What kind of flowers does Lorraine like?" asked Isegrin, who was walking in front.
"I don't have any special hobbies for this." The girl recalled the flowers she had seen in her memory.
"I like many of them, such as peach blossoms in spring, roses of various colors, small sweet-scented osmanthus, white lily of the valley like small lanterns, and orange marigolds, all of them are beautiful, and it is specially stipulated that only which one I like Kind of can't even say."
"Giggle, little Lorraine is really bothered, she just wants everything." Isoglin said with a smile.
"However, I am relatively single."
Isegraine dragged Roland Hill slowly towards the sea of flowers at the top of the hill, then took off a flawless Glacier flower and placed it in Roland Hill's hair, pinning it on the butterfly hairpin .
"Can you hear me tell a story?"
The princess who turned into a ghost took Roland Hill's hand, and the two sat on the hillside again, watching the sea of flowers under the moonlight rise and fall slightly, swaying gently in the wind, and the dusty past was slowly revealed.