Probably never has any news spread so quickly in King's Landing City like it is now.

The moment Xue Changfeng and the others saw Latin flying over their heads, the news that Mo Ran was still alive and probably had flown back towards King's Landing City with Latin had already spread in King's Landing City.

The dead people who were still shrouded in the shadows, it seemed—all of a sudden, the clouds cleared up, and the whole city of King's Landing immediately became colorful and filled with vitality. Everyone in the streets and alleys began to get busy, especially the temple. , every priest, no matter how high or low the rank, all turned into tops, they cleaned every corner, added water to every plant, corrected the angle of every flower, and insisted on the most perfect posture Come to welcome the arrival of the master.

Of course, Mo Ran was completely unaware of these preparations for King's Landing City.

The distance between Tiandu City and Junlin City is still very far. Even if a heaven-defying existence like Latin wants to fly from Tiandu City to Junlin City within one day, it is impossible. No longer limited by the summoning time, as long as the energy is not exhausted, he can always exist.

In this way, under Latin's full speed flight, it took a full three days to enter the range of King's Landing City.

From a distance, Latin had already seen a majestic city towering among the mountains, and he asked Mo Ran: "Is that the King's Landing City over there?"

At this time, Mo Ran was completely blind. She couldn't even perceive light, and even her hearing had been greatly depleted. Because the medicine left on her body was very limited, Mo Ran didn't dare to let go of taking it, only dared to maintain it. The minimum wear and tear of the body is supported in this way, otherwise, she thinks that she will not be able to reach King's Landing City.

Under such circumstances, even in Latin, Mo Ran couldn't hear clearly. It wasn't until he asked two or three times in a row that she responded in a breathless voice: "Is it a city on a mountain? It's very, very big. Standing on top of a mountain like an eagle?"

Latin thinks it's very interesting, now Mo Ran has only one breath left, but even in this situation, she still has a kind of incomprehensible love for King's Landing City, and even the description of this city is difficult. Refuse to be perfunctory.

"Yeah, it's like—only

"That's right, that must be King's Landing City." Mo Ran blinked, and she laughed. At this moment, she didn't even have any strength in her body. She even thought, if she closed her eyes at this time, If she closes her eyes, she will probably be plunged into darkness forever. However, Mo Ran is unwilling to die. The more she leaves Tiandu City, the stronger the desire to survive in her heart. Next, on the way, she kept talking with Latin.

Even if her body is extremely weak, as long as her brain can still think, her lips can still move, and her voice can still come out, she will continue to talk to Latin, even, Mo Ran thought, already At this point, even if she dies, she will die in the city of King's Landing, because that is her way back, and that is the way back for the dead. She must not die in the wilderness like in the previous life.

"Isn't it beautiful?" Mo Ran asked softly.

"Is this the home of the dead?" Latin did not answer Mo Ran's question but asked another question.

"In a way it is."

"Which angle?"

"The word home is the home of a person's spirit. This place can be small, inconspicuous, or even dilapidated, but this place belongs only to this person, where he can relax completely without any scruples." , he is also infinitely attached to this place, so this is home. Zoom in—click to see, King’s Landing City is like this for the race of the dead, so it is said that King’s Landing City is the home of the dead.”

Having said that, Mo Ran couldn't help asking: "Look, isn't it beautiful?"

To be honest, in Latin, the construction of this city is indeed relatively exquisite in terms of the architectural standards of various races, but it is nothing compared to the Realm of Gods, not to mention, Latin does not have this sense of belonging , he didn't feel the beauty in Mo Ran's mouth.

In God's initial arrangement, no matter whether it is the dead or their flying wings, they all exist for fighting. They live under the protection of God, so they don't need their own homes, and they don't need them. cities, they only serve

That was before he died in the River of Pain, and after he was awakened by the dead Mo Ran, he suddenly discovered that the whole world had become a situation he could not understand. First of all, the dead were not serving God anymore , and because he had been in the Abyss Gap for too long, he was no longer able to return to the Realm of the Gods, and he did not know what the Realm of the Gods had become. Secondly, the dead also started to learn from other races and established their own settlements, and some There is a feeling that Latin cannot understand for the settlement.

All these made him very unimaginable, but Latin did not reject this feeling, he even felt that this feeling was very fresh, different from every day in the countless years he had been by God's side in the past.

"So is this your home?" Latin was a little curious.

"Yes." Mo Ran let out a long breath, and then she laughed again: "Latin, this will be your home from now on."

"My home?" Latin was very surprised. He didn't reject this sense of belonging, and it was even new because he had never seen it before, but he hesitated to say that he really integrated into this place: "But, I belongs to..."

"You don't belong to God." Mo Ran gently interrupted what Latin was going to say. After all, during these days of flying, the two of them have talked about almost all topics that can be talked about. Mo Ran clearly knows that Latin The worship of the **** in his mouth, but this kind of worship is gradually fading as he sleeps by the river of pain for a long time. When they discuss this issue, Latin is not so much talking about the god. It is better to say that Latin is constantly convincing himself, convincing himself that he is still loyal to God.

Mo Ran doesn't like this kind of loyalty. She knows that everyone has their own ideas, but she still doesn't like it, probably because her prayers in countless dark years have never been fulfilled, so she finally firmly believes that anything We all need to rely on ourselves.

At this point, Mo Ran and Latin seem to be on opposite sides of the balance, and they will never be able to convince each other.

So every time she and Latin—when it comes to this issue, Latin will always be firm

While Mo Ran was waiting for Latin to deny her again, he didn't expect Latin to say slowly after a brief stay: "Then who do I belong to? Do I belong to you? My master?"

"No, although it seems that you belong to me, but I never think so, you belong to yourself, and you can decide everything about you." Mo Ran lowered her eyes, as if she was asleep— So, what she was thinking about was something else, another thing she was thinking about but she couldn't do it yet, which undoubtedly needed Latin's help.

But definitely not the current Latina, but a Latina who is stronger, believes in her more, and supports her ideas.

How can this Latin who still belongs to "God" out of consciousness completely break away from this consciousness? Mo Ran thought, now is a good opportunity, and she doesn't expect it to happen overnight, but she believes that the embankment of a thousand miles will be destroyed by an ant's nest, as long as she is willing to brainwash, Latin may not be firm forever.

"Including leaving you?" There was no emotion in Latin's voice, any fluctuations belonging to emotions seemed to have been withdrawn from his body, everything seemed to be back to when they just met by the river of pain look.

Is this a temptation, or a sincere revelation of the heart?

Mo Ran made a choice almost instantly: "Of course, but before you leave, you have to send me back to King's Landing." As she spoke, there was a little more sincere warmth in her voice: "After all, if You chose a person, then you need to go on the next journey by yourself, and I just want to go back to my home."

"Okay, then I'll take you home."

Latin said so.

But what about after? Mo Ran didn't ask, and she wouldn't ask, she said let Latin control her own destiny, control her own life, although she has her own purpose, but she is not lying, she said it, she will do it naturally.

Latin also didn’t say anything about the future. He didn’t say it, but it doesn’t mean he didn’t think about it. Many things are like this. All the changes happen and go on in silence. If you don’t pay attention, you may not know it. But when you find out, you'll be surprised what happened.

The vertical and horizontal mountains in the morning are stained with tide

This is the best season in Junlin City. It is green everywhere. If you look around, there are well-known or unknown flowers climbing in every corner. They sneak around the city, turning this young and majestic The city stabbed - colorful emotions and six desires.

In the humid air, the dead standing on the city wall waited for three days, and finally saw a huge white skeleton passing through the thick clouds and heading straight towards them.

The originally quiet city seemed to have finally regained its original vitality at this time. The scouts standing on the city wall first shouted to the bottom of the city wall: "Come on! Come back!"

While they were shouting loudly, more dead had already seen the skeleton with huge wings flying over the city. He was circling constantly, as if looking for the most suitable place to land. place.

Under Mo Ran-Zai's urging, Latin could only lower her head and search for a landing place in King's Landing City. If it was in Tiandu City, Mo Ran would not have this consideration, but King's Landing City is her home, and she knows that the city is well built. No matter how difficult it is, even a little damage - she will feel very distressed.

Soon Latin found that the dead in the city were waving to him, and kept running in the city, as if leading him somewhere, Latin followed these people like a follower, and soon, he found the dead She has been preparing for his arrival for a long time, and even found a place that can accommodate her landing.

It was a very large site with many traces on the ground. It can be seen that many temporary buildings should have been built here, and they were vacated specifically to welcome the arrival of Latin.

Then, the dead in the entire King's Landing City saw the huge white skull that once made humans and Tiandu City shudder, and it stopped slowly over the square. He flapped his huge wings and slowly landed. , until the moment he really came to a stop, he was very light, as if he was afraid of disturbing the birds flying over the city.

This was originally a matter that excited countless dead, but in the ensuing time, this moment became a heavy burden for the dead.

Xue Changfeng, who had rushed back through the portal, led all the senior officials of the dead to stand in front of Latin. They watched as Latin finally let go of the hand that was covering his right shoulder. Afterwards, an extremely weak figure landed on the ground. Finally, when Latin bent down and stretched out his right hand in front of everyone, they finally saw clearly the situation lying in Latin's palm.

No one has ever seen Mo Ran like this.

Thin, very thin, very thin.

Although Mo Ran was also very thin at first, but at this time Mo Ran was so thin that she lost her human shape. She is not like a dead person now, but more like a skeleton with a layer of shriveled skin. It was dry grass that was tied loosely, falling in pieces around her face, making her face even smaller.

Dried blood hung on her body, skin, hair, and more disappeared into her crimson battle armor. She was lying on her back, her lips were split-deep grooves, which were originally smooth and clean. The fair skin looked pale and gray under the dried blood stains, her eyes seemed to be closed, or not, but there was no light in her eyes.

No one has ever seen Mo Ran like this.

No matter when and where, Mo Ran will always stand with a straight back, she will always be like a flower blooming in the desert, never wither, never wither; no matter when and where, in Mo Ran's In the body, all you can see is the passion of life and the courage to move forward without retreating, never getting tired, and never stopping.

But now she was exuding a strong death breath, as if she would leave in the next moment.

Xue Changfeng thought about what would happen after seeing Mo Ran for ten thousand times, but he never thought that it would be like this. For a moment, his mind was almost blank, and he almost subconsciously looked up at the huge skeleton. , wanting to see something from that bluish-white bony face, but all he saw was silence, and nothing else.

Latin looked—the group of dead seemed to be frightened. After thinking about it, he felt that he should repeat—what Mo Ran said before he passed out: "She said that she will die here even if she dies."

Xue Changfeng only felt that when he heard Latin's words, his breathing stopped, and all his movements were subconscious.

Turning his head, calling for someone to come up to pick up Mo Ran, and then watching Mo Ran being led by Li Linlang, and when he raised his eyes, he realized that disbelief and gloom were written on the faces of all the dead present.

The wind blew again, Xue Changfeng turned his head to look, but saw that Latin was flying again, and he asked, "Where are you going?"

Latin tilted his head and thought for a while, remembering what Mo Ran said to him just now, he said: "Mo Ran said, I can decide where I go and my life, so..."

"So?" Xue Changfeng looked at Latin. He no longer knew what expression to use to face everything that happened now.

"So, I want to leave." After serious consideration, Latin finally decided that as Mo Ran said, there are some things that need to be determined by himself. He wants to see his god, does he want to confirm his belief again? , However, there is no need to tell the dead man in front of him about these things.

"Is it forever?"

Latin thinks this dead man is really stupid, his body needs to be recharged, and he wants to come to Mo Ran to recharge his body. The IQ gap is contagious.

——Xue Changfeng didn't wait for its answer until Latin flapped his wings and flew away. In fact, for Xue Changfeng, he almost didn't have to wait for Latin's answer, because what Latin did was enough to answer his question.

Latin is Mo Ran's summoned object. Under what circumstances will the summoned object leave the master, of course the master dies.

so…

It's not an illusion, and it's not a joke. That his support, the **** of the dead really passed away?

—For a moment, Xue Changfeng only felt that all the colors in front of his eyes were constantly receding, but in the blink of an eye, everything he could perceive became gray. When did the wind across the mountains become gray? It was so manic, but when it blew it, it was like a dagger that kept stabbing him, making him unable to even stand up.

He staggered back a few steps, but was held by his waiter——Xue Changfeng turned to look at him, and found that the waiter's complexion was not any better, his eyes were already red and moist, and he seemed to be about to die There are going to be tears rolling down.

Xue Changfeng was a little envious of him, at this moment, to be able to cry was really—

Just when Xue Changfeng was staggeringly feeling this boundless despair, a waiter's voice came from his ears that seemed to be ringing: "Master City Master..."

"My lord..."

After being yelled several times, Xue Changfeng finally came back to his senses. He looked at the waiter in a panic: "What?"

The waiter's eyes were no longer red, tears were gone, and Xue Changfeng even saw a kind of anxiety and impatience in his eyes. Xue Changfeng would be angry on weekdays, but now he felt that he could not even get angry. Lost, he could only stand there blankly and watch the waiter say something to him, even gesticulate, without any reaction at all.

The waiter repeated it several times respectfully, and found that Xue Changfeng in front of him still seemed to have lost his soul. He was really anxious, and in the end it was Xie Lang who came from behind—slapped on Xue Changfeng's shoulder: "Return to God!" Already!"

Xue Changfeng was so startled by this shock that he seemed to concentrate a little, his eyes fell on Xie Lang: "You..."

"What you, me." Xie Lang looked very anxious, he must have come running over, he spoke with some shortness of breath, and the speed of his speech was much faster than usual: "Here you are." How many messages have been sent and you don't answer any of them, what are you doing!"

"I..." Xue Changfeng wanted to answer Xie Lang's question, but just as he opened his mouth, he was interrupted by Xie Lang's hasty words.

"The key to the secret vault." Xie Lang stretched out his hand towards Xue Changfeng.

The so-called secret vault is actually the most important resource of the dead-clan. There are a total of seven keys on the secret vault, which are in the hands of seven high-level officials. —If you don't agree with it, you can't open it even if you don't want to show the key.

Since the construction of Junlin City, the secret vault has only been opened a few times, and each time it needs to be opened after seven high-level leaders have jointly discussed and agreed. This process is relatively time-consuming, even if it is the shortest, it will take a day, like today. In this way, there has never been a situation where the key was taken directly without discussion at all.

Although Xue Changfeng is in an extremely depressed mood now, he has not become stupid. He frowned, disapproving of Xie Lang's unruly behavior: "What do you need to use a key for?"

Xie Lang is still there

? ? ?

Xue Changfeng was completely dumbfounded. He opened his mouth wide and stared wide-eyed. He didn't say a word for a long time. In the end, Xie Lang couldn't wait any longer, so he dragged him and ran towards the secret vault. go.

"No...Didn't Latin say that Mo Ran was dead?" Xue Changfeng finally came to his senses when he almost ran to the door of the secret vault. He felt that there was no way to describe his inner feelings in words.

Turn in circles? Ups and downs? Or is it going in circles after the big ups and downs?

"Who? Oh, you mean that skeleton? I don't know what you talked about with that skeleton. I only know that Li Linlang is saving Mo Ran's life. If you run slower, she might really die." Xie Lang He ran so loudly.

Xue Changfeng—hearing this, suddenly felt as if he had been spat with chicken blood—he backhanded—holding Xie Lang, and quickly rushed towards the secret storehouse, while rushing—gritting his teeth and roaring: "Xie Lang, today is the time to go to the secret storehouse!" If you delay things because of your procrastination, I will definitely stew you! To be honest, I don't know what the dead taste like!"

"Huh? Huh? Okay, each other!"

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