Both Ji Lin felt a lump in their hearts. 'Master, you don't have to be so serious!' "Chiyi, you don't have to be so heartless!" Patriarch Ji Lin bit his lip and looked at the little dog opposite him with resentment. An Qi coughed dryly, suppressed her guilt, and said seriously: "Red Iris, you have to consider my condition. After all, I have just been reborn, and my consciousness and spirit are not stable. And she and I do have a deep inner connection, and it is implicitly a situation where both sides will suffer. It may not be a good thing for me to act rashly." "Well, you have a point." "Believe me, I am also a veteran in the spiritual way. With her current strength, even if there is a Yin Zhongbu, she will be defeated!" "I hope so." Fu Hua sighed helplessly and glanced at the resentful expression of Patriarch Ji Lin opposite her - after a moment, Fu Hua involuntarily looked away.
It's strange, she is not my best friend Ji Lin, why do I suddenly feel guilty? It must be because they look so similar! Bengbai is really cunning. He actually tried to shake my will in front of my best friend! That's too bad! …… The next day, after Fu Hua prepared breakfast, she returned to the door and wanted to go into the house to wake up Ji Lin. But then two classical girls in red clothes and phoenix crowns walked out of the door at the same time. One is a real entity, the real Ji Lin. The other is a consciousness materialized by the energy of collapse, which is essentially the floating Xuanyuan Sword, the broken consciousness whose true identity is unknown. Fu Hua made such a judgment, ignored the illusion, stretched out her hand towards the "real Ji Lin" and smiled. "Good morning, Jilin." "I've already said that I'm also Ji Lin, can you please stop being so partial to me, Chiyi!" Ji Lin (the ancestor) said this with great resentment. Fu Hua's smile disappeared instantly. She frowned, thought for a while, and said: "But I still can't fully believe in the idea of a split consciousness." "When I find a way to prove my identity, I will make you prostrate yourself in front of me and apologize!" "If it turns out that I was too suspicious and hurt your feelings, I will apologize, even if it means prostrating myself." "...As expected of a red ibis. I'm convinced." Patriarch Ji Lin held his forehead with one hand, not knowing what to comment for a moment. He could only sigh: This wood is exactly the same as it was five thousand years ago, there is no sign of it blooming at all!
An Qi chuckled, stretched out her hand, and casually put her arm around Ji Lin's shoulders. "Don't we know what's happening with the red ibis? Don't worry about it!" "At least one of her words is right. You must be vigilant! The more you use your true energy, the easier it is for you to breed inner demons. You must always keep a positive mind and be extremely careful of your inner demons. You let down your guard too quickly against me, the other me!" Ji Lin frowned and spoke earnestly, with full sincerity. An Qi's conscience began to hurt again. But it doesn’t matter, I’m used to the pain. An Qi grinned and said with a fake smile: "I'm so sorry, how about I put a seal on you now?" "It's just a warning, I don't want you to target me!" "Do I need you to warn me? I was tolerant of you because I felt that you were not a bad person. Don't think I am always so easy to talk to!" "I hope you can keep your word. It would be so embarrassing if my other self was defeated by my inner demons one day!" Fu Hua watched with envy as the two identical Ji Lins argued with each other, like twins. Suddenly there was a sense of déjà vu. After a while, Fu Hua couldn't help but put her hand over her mouth and laughed out loud. "Pfft!" "Hmm? The red ibis smiled?" "Indeed, he is laughing!" The two Ji Lins looked at each other. Then, the old man Ji Lin covered his mouth with one hand and whispered to An Qi: "It feels strange, but do you think the red ibis is a little better now than before? Yes, it's more human." "Chiyi has always been weird, Danzhu and the others all said so. But are you serious when you say she's more humane? She's still thinking about how to get rid of you!" "Let's put things into perspective. It's understandable that she hasn't confirmed my identity yet. I mean, compared to the way she always had a sullen face, was either dazed or depressed, at least she can smile now... Forget it, forget it. It's not nice to gossip about someone behind their back." "Behind? What's behind? Aren't we talking in front of her?" The two Ji Lins moved closer, blinked in sync, then suddenly realized something in sync, and then nodded their heads at the same time. In the eyes of others, he is exactly the same person. Fu Hua's smile disappeared again, replaced by a kind of self-doubt: "Was I a very strange person five thousand years ago?" At this time, An Qi put her arm around the old man's shoulders, patted him, and said: "Let's not talk about Chiyi for now. Anyway, I thought about it when I got up. In order to make it easier to distinguish between you and me, I will be called Ji Lin from now on, and you can call me A Lin for short!"
"Ah...Alin?" "Hmm! Look, I was magnanimous enough to keep you here, and even lent you my power so that you could get out of the Xuanyuan Sword to breathe. I also thoughtfully gave you a code name - I have helped you so much, why don't you say thank you!" "Thank you..." Ji Lin held An Qi's little hand and said with emotion, then followed Fu Hua to the lobby. Whether from the order of appearance or the current power comparison, Ji Lin believed that the other self was naturally the main one. Therefore, she did not think that there was anything wrong with losing her real name. On the contrary, she was really moved by the trust in the other self. Especially with Fu Hua, a stubborn person standing beside him, the other self in Ji Lin's eyes seems even more considerate and kind! "How about we call each other sisters from now on? Since we are from the same family, there is no difference between us and real sisters!" "...Alin, you have a lot of ideas." "Sister wins the prize!" "Ah, this..." An Qi wanted to say something but hesitated. She couldn't refuse, but she also couldn't bear to see Master Ji Lin being deceived and becoming more and more lame. It was really a dilemma. Ji Lin, who voluntarily lowered herself to a lower position, tilted her head, with a smile that contained a hint of secret joy that only she understood. In the past, she was the protector of the tribe, the leader and goddess respected by her fellow clan members. But in fact, she is a human being. Although she has power, she is different from the immortals like Chiyi, Cangxuan and Danzhu who hold on to the ancient past. It seems that Ji Lin can blend in well with both sides and get along very happily. But from another perspective, she is actually stuck in the middle, neither a complete human nor a complete fairy, unable to move forward or backward. The sensitive emotions of these little girls were not a big problem for Ji Lin. She was born in an era where just surviving was very difficult, so how could she have the time to immerse herself in the thoughts of her little daughter? But sometimes, on lonely nights, she would imagine how nice it would be if she had a sister in the same situation, with whom she could accompany and talk about the feelings that she could not express at other times. At this time, the morning sun gradually rose higher. The slightly warm morning light shone through the clouds. Ji Lin suddenly stopped, stood in the quaint corridor, stretched out one hand, facing the sunrise, as if catching the sunlight. "It's been a long time since I last saw the sun." Ji Lin murmured, his eyes illuminated by the light. For a long time, she placed her hand on her chest, as if transmitting the warmth of the sunlight into the sword and shining on her body. Ji Lin couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth, and the old friends who had long gone away appeared in her mind one by one. After feeling sad and nostalgic, she finally sighed softly. "Maybe it's not a bad thing that I'm still alive." Chapter 105: How to Comfort a Single Mother "Bronia is still alive, how great it is!" On a sunny morning, Bronya sat dazedly on the sofa with a dazed look in her eyes, a long cookie stick in her mouth, and sighed with a haggard face. Last night, she had a nightmare of suffocation that lasted until dawn. When she woke up, she found that it was not a dream, but that Cocolia was really squeezing her chest and she almost suffocated to death in her sleep.
Even now, the image of Nashiro Yukiko, who took away all my vision as soon as I opened my eyes, is still vivid in my mind. Only when you get close can you truly experience the huge shock. Bronya couldn't help but touch her head, measure the size, and then shook her head in despair. This is a benefit for Kiana, but it is pure terror for Bronya. She had been experiencing this kind of terror for several days. Next to them, Losaliya was fighting for snacks with her sister Lilia, and said happily: "Haha! Now that Sister Bronya is back, we are free! It's finally your turn to sleep with Mom! Hahaha!" Thorn Stay, 蝟⑥ 菠二 蘿⑥ Small {〇} 說林 交壩 流㈡ 群弍 "Mom, has she been like this every day lately?" "That's not true! Every day we take turns to accompany her, she says she can't sleep alone. Oh, mom is getting more and more childish, I don't know what to do in the future." "Thank you for your hard work." Bronya said this with a cookie stick in her mouth, exhausted but full of sympathy. Then, Xing patted her shoulder from behind with a refreshing and playful smile: "It's not hard. You'll be the one taking care of us every day for the next period of time. It's a good time for us to take turns to rest." "…There's something very important going on at Saint Freya's place. Bronya is leaving today!" "You can try it. If you can fly a plane without my approval, I will change my last name to Zajcek!" "Xing, you are seeking revenge for your personal gain!" Bronya's face was wooden, and her milky voice was full of resentment. ∑外↗群*峮↗陸/⑥↗儿≤硫∷(0)∪菱√扒%^二≈⑵≮ Xing Ao raised her chin coquettishly, too lazy to pay any more attention to Bronya, and went straight to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Bronya sighed, glanced at the Arlene sisters who were arguing over snacks, then looked at Nindy who was using her gravity power to build blocks in the air, and suddenly felt a little annoyed. To be honest, it feels great to be home.
In the past few days, Bronya and Cocolia tacitly did not talk about anything related to Saint Freya. Just like a daughter who had been away from home for a long time and a mother who had been missing her child, they ate and lived together without any grudges, bathed and rubbed each other's backs, and occasionally complained about each other's behavior. They were even more intimate than in the memory of Siberia. Bronya enjoyed everything here. But she couldn't let go of her friends and teachers in St. Freya, nor could she let go of her responsibility to Angel. In Bronya's view, her presence in St. Freya should be a card to restrain Cocolia, otherwise she would have no scruples about St. Freya. "I'm sorry, Mama Cocolia, but it's wrong. We can definitely find a better way." Bronya whispered to herself, the more intimate Cocolia treated her, the more guilty she felt about her choice. Then, Nindy sat down next to Bronya and handed her something that looked like a flash drive.
