Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum: The fifty-fourth bowl of soup (seven)

The fifty-fourth bowl of soup (seven)

It was too far away, and the girl's voice was very soft, so Zhan Ran didn't hear it.

When the girl saw that he raised his hand to kill again, she closed her eyes and shouted loudly: "Husband! Stop!"

Zhan Ran really stopped and turned around in disbelief: "What did you just call me?"

She stood on the spot, all the disguise turned into pieces at this moment, her tears could not be stopped, but she still walked forward step by step, "Husband, it's me, I'm Linger... "

"Impossible." Zhan Ran flatly denied it. "Impossible."

"It's really me." She lifted her skirt through the crowd, flew to him, threw herself into his arms as he once did when he came home, and then raised her head to look at him: "Stop killing people, beg You, please stop..."

Zhan Ran was expressionless and silent, it all happened so fast that he couldn't believe it or accept it. He suddenly thought of what he looked like at the moment, and also thought that she was the most timid and shy, the first time he didn't doubt the truth, but wanted to cover his face first.

Tan Youling took off the veil and pulled up Zhan Ran's hand to let him touch her face. "Touch it, it's me."

Zhan Ran's fingers were trembling, his fingertips stroked from Tan Youling's forehead, his tall nose, watery eyes, and delicate mouth, everything was so familiar. This was the person he had hugged and kissed countless times, but he didn't recognize her. "...how could...how could..."

Tan Youling hugged his waist and didn't dare to let him touch his tears, but only tried to pull out a smile from the corner of his mouth: "I've been following you."

She has been with him in every world since he left, but he doesn't know, and she can't let him know. But at this moment, Tan Youling couldn't tell Zhan Ran all, only laughed at him: "Husband is really stupid, obviously there are hints in every world, but you can't recognize me."

Zhan Ran's eyelashes fluttered slightly.

"In Xie Ze's world, I'm your lieutenant. I've been with you on the battlefield for five years, haven't you noticed the character Ling in my name? The bells of this world, and Wen Chengxuan's World, if you take a closer look, you will know that Mrs. Wen's boudoir name also has a spiritual character. Husband, you are so stupid." As she spoke, Tan Youling laughed, and she hugged Zhan Ran tightly. . "It's not that I'm trying to hide it from you, it's just... if I tell you, or show it on purpose, it will be bad for you."

Zhan Ran had mixed feelings for a while. He thought that he would never be able to leave the first world, but who knows...

"My husband always said that we have only one life, but you see, we have been with each other for so long now." Tan Youling took his hand off his face and stared at Zhan Ran's face. It wasn't her husband's face in her memory, but she could still see through this body the soul she loved so much inside. "So promise me, don't kill innocent people indiscriminately, the people who killed Zhan Ran are already dead, and the remaining disciples are all unaware, you can't kill them, you can't kill them in vain." Otherwise, he will never return. If you don't go to Wangchuan, there will be no afterlife.

This is a test, each world is harder than the last, some physically and some mentally. She couldn't watch him struggling alone, no matter what, she had to accompany him.

"Ling'er..." With her in his arms, Zhan Ran's violent heart seemed to calm down. He hugged her with a self-deprecating smile. "I didn't recognize you."

"Naturally you can't recognize it. I deliberately behaved differently than before. If my husband can recognize it, it would be amazing." Tan Youling smiled.

Zhan Ran murmured: "But now that I see you, I can't see you...Linger must be extremely beautiful when she smiles."

The corner of Tan Youling's mouth was still smiling, but her tears kept flowing down where Zhan Ran couldn't see it. She didn't even dare to hide her face in his chest, for fear that the tears would wet his clothes.

The next second, Zhan Zhan suddenly pushed her away, hugging her hair and making a painful sound. Tan Youling was terrified, "Husband—"

"Don't come...don't come!" Pain! Painful brain is about to explode!

The host's obsession with blood-washing the Hengshan faction is eroding him! Zhan Ran roared, he couldn't resist the erosion, stood up suddenly and walked towards the group of Hengshan Sect disciples.

Tan Youling jumped up, hugged him from behind, and kept repeating: "You can't do this, husband, you can't do this, don't be controlled by him, can't be controlled by him! You are you, your thoughts are yours, No one can drive you! Calm down!"

The conversation between the two of them is too weird, whether it is the Demon Sect or the disciples of the Hengshan Sect, everyone who understands them just stares blankly.

After listening to Tan Youling's words, Zhan Ran seemed to be sober for a moment, but soon, he fell into the obsession of the host's crazy revenge again. He grabbed the soft little hands around his waist, paused for a moment, and then yanked them away—

Tan Youling fell to the ground. Not only did Zhan Ran get the memory of the host, but the host who had been entangled by hatred also knew Zhan Ran's thoughts. Even if the host has long since died, the obsession he left behind can still affect the powerful Zhan Ran.

But this is not the host's ability, but in the depths of Zhan Ran's soul, in his distant memory, he once hated it so much. When you meet the host, you will naturally combine the hatred in your life with it. It is not so much the host's obsession, but rather the hatred in Zhan Ran's soul. It's just that this hatred was hidden so deeply that it was washed away and forgotten by the Wangchuan River, and he couldn't even remember it himself.

He turned around, he couldn't see Tan Youling's face, but he knew she was crying. Zhan Ran said slowly: "I don't love you."

Yes, he doesn't love her, he has only responsibility for her, no love. He wanted to hug her, and he would miss her, but it was just a warm nostalgia for that little bit in the long night.

Tan Youling said: "I know."

She knows everything.

"But so what? I love you, I'm willing to give everything, and I don't want you to be sad." She slowly got up from the ground, without approaching Zhan Ran, standing in place, her heart was so painful, it was painful It was about to shatter, but there was nothing she could do. "I didn't live well, I suffered so much, and I could only kill myself for liberation. I just want to get revenge once I live again, but my life trajectory is still developing according to the previous life. I thought it was my life, but you appeared. "

"You are like my god, descending from the sky." She stroked her heart, still seeming unable to forget the throbbing at that time. "You made me let go of my hatred, and it was you who made me reborn. If I don't meet you, it's not a heavy life, and what I continue is just the journey of my previous life. But you, you saved me!"

Since then, she has truly been reborn.

"I also want to save you, you are always so lonely, so far away, when you hold me, my heartache can't stand. I don't want you to suffer any more, as I said, I will always be with you It's yours..." Tan Youling coughed twice, and wanted to say something, but couldn't say anything for a while, she covered her mouth, and when she released it, she found that her hands were covered in blood.

The coughing did not stop.

Zhan Ran groped in her direction: "Linger?"

Tan Youling knew why when she saw the blood, she broke the rules and she was going to die.

There was no way to threw herself into Zhan Ran's arms. She fell to the ground with a bang, still coughing, and every time she coughed, she spit out a mouthful of blood.

Zhan Ran knelt down to find her, held her in his arms blankly, and wanted to touch her face, but Tan Youling grabbed her hands. He was terrified, and the inner killing* became irrelevant in the fear of loss.

If there is a person who has more weight than her own vengeance, what does that mean?

More important than his obsession with struggling for thousands of years in Wangchuan. What does this mean?

He loves her.

"What's wrong with you Ling'er? What's wrong with you?" Zhan Ran had forgotten that there were other people there. At this moment, his eyes were full of Tan Youling, but she refused to let him touch her face.

"Husband... let's, let's make a promise..."

Tears welled up in Zhan Ran's empty eyes.

It turns out that he can cry too, it turns out that his tears are also hot.

"The next world..." Tan Youling leaned into his ear and whispered softly, tears slid down the corners of her eyes, mixed with the blood on her face, and dripped to the ground. But she still tried her best to make an agreement with Zhan Ran. "The next world... must, must recognize me..."

"Otherwise... I'll be... angry..." Tan Youling couldn't help coughing, she vomited blood while her internal organs seemed to be torn and pulled fiercely by countless hands, and it seemed that there were knives viciously cut. "Agreed, agreed..."

"Okay." Zhan Ran's voice trembled, he held her little hand with his backhand, and the two pulled a hook.

"Remember... I will always... be with you..." She lay on his shoulders, her eyelids extremely heavy. "If you can't find me for a while...don't worry...live well...patiently...wait...I..."

"Wait for you, I'll wait as long as I can." Zhan Ran kissed her soft little hand and hugged her tightly.

"You big liar...every time...you leave me first...this time...it's my turn..." She was sleepy.

"Linger, you can't coax me. In the next world, as long as you appear in front of me, I will definitely recognize you." He told her firmly, gentle and low-pitched, just like the one they stayed with each other. ten years.

Tan Youling laughed and burst into tears.

"Don't forget...wherever you are...I'll be...by your side...forever...forever..."

Zhan Ran held her corpse, which was gradually becoming rigid, and let out a sad and desperate cry.