The language of color in Ye Luoli's Fairy Dream

Chapter 196

Yan Nian held his head, tears fell drop by drop, but let the vegetation grow.

How ironic, she was born in darkness, born in darkness, but her blood can make all things grow, and her tears can make all things revive.

How ironic, how ridiculous!
so what...

Pitiful.

"Princess……"

With a trembling voice of fear, Yan Nian opened his eyes and saw a little fairy.

The fairy's eyes were full of worry and joy.

"I'm fine."

Yan Nian returned to her icy look, the bell around her waist shone with colorful lights, but she looked so much like an ice princess.

How similar...

"That's it, how about I help the princess up?"

The little fairy was a little excited, but Yan Nian didn't answer, but she stood up by supporting the tree behind her, and refused without words.

The little fairy's eyes darkened, she looked at the unbelievably beautiful princess, and said:
"Princess, are you really with..."

"Don't call me princess."

Yan Nian opened his mouth to reject the fairy, his eyes were cold, and his voice was still indifferent.

"But you are our princess." The little fairy's words were pure and innocent, but they easily hurt Yan Nian.

She clenched her hands tightly, and the color flowed down. The little fairy noticed that she was worried,

"I'm not, never have been."

I'm a monster, just a ridiculous monster.

"Princess..." The little fairy was about to say something, but found that Yan Nian in front of her had disappeared.

"puff!"

Yan Nian came to a lake, staggered, held on to a tree trunk, but spat out a mouthful of blood.

A bright light flashed between her eyebrows, and a fiery figure fell in front of her:
"I said, don't touch your aura anymore!"

Without saying a word, Yan Nian leaned weakly on the tree trunk and smiled weakly.

"Yan Nian! Don't torture yourself too much, I told you it's not your responsibility!"

The girl in fiery red clothes had the same eyebrows and eyes as Yan Nian's, which was a look that never appeared in Yan Nian's eyes.

Yan Nian blinked, forced back the tears, and said flatly:
"Ayan, I have no way out..."

The girl she called Ayan got even more angry in her eyes. She pointed at her and jumped angrily:

"Yan Nian, just do it! You are going to die, Yan Nian, you...

Are you really going to cut off all your retreats? "

As Ayan said, she looked at Yan Nian sadly, and suddenly shed tears.

"I...cough cough cough! cough cough..."

Yan Nian wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, his blood surged and he coughed up several mouthfuls of blood.

Yan Nian saw towering trees growing from the saplings touched by the blood, and smiled happily:
"Look, my blood..."

"My blood made them grow, and they, grew."

A Yan looked at her smile, knelt down and cried, "Yan Nian, I beg you, can you just let yourself live a good life?
They are all liars, even the master and mistress of the past were also liars.

Yan Nian, I don't trust them, we don't trust them, okay..."

"Ayan, I have no way out."

"You have it! Yan Nian, you are the master of color, you are the one who was born to be recognized by the heart of the world, as long as you think about it, you can have a way out."

A Yan begged for Yan Nian, and didn't want to reveal the secret, but she couldn't.

If she said it, the girl in front of her would probably give up on herself immediately.

"Ayan, as early as elder brother sent me in front of them, I had no way out.

You see, they grow because of my blood.Therefore, the growth of this fairyland must be exchanged with my blood. "

"Yan Nian!"

"Go back." Yan Nian raised her hand, and the fiery figure disappeared, leaving only her angry and worried voice.

Growth in exchange for setbacks leaves traces in memory; growth in exchange for suffering leaves scars in flesh and blood.

However, to make this growth engraved in the bone, engraved in the heart, only blood; to restore peace to the ever-fluctuating fairyland, only her life is exchanged.

There was no other way, no other way but her life.

"Yan Nian." A voice as indifferent as water sounded, what Yan Nian saw was the water spirit.

She raised the corners of her lips and said, "It's the spirit of water. Have you heard it?"

"What is your retreat?"

Shui Moxu's brows and eyes were indifferent, and his gaze was also as cold as ice.

Yan Nian smiled, warm and beautiful, even the brows and eyes were filled with indescribable warmth.

(End of this chapter)