Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 83 The Girl in the Flame

  The bushes were not pushed hard, but Xiaolan still rushed forward.

  Suddenly landing on both feet, Xiaolan made a leap, finally stabilizing her body.

  Damp bluestone slabs.

   Xiaolan raised his head, the familiar flying bridges, pavilions and pavilions.

  He returned to the classical garden of flowers, but he entered the consciousness of the flowers from the black room, and now he is standing in the open space between the hut and the hut.

  The light rain stopped again, and large and small puddles, houses, stone slabs, including the gloomy weather, did not change on the ground.

   Xiaolan's gaze swept farther away.

  Except there.

  The far end of the line of sight is no longer a cookie-cutter hut, but a well.

  The well stood in the middle of the courtyard, which seemed to be very present. The part of the round well above the ground was covered with vines. The plants protruded from the well and climbed densely on the neck wall, but did not touch the ground at all.

  Hua Cong said, now we can see what she looks like.

   Could it be that she was waiting for herself in the well?

  "I'm here for the flowers."

   Xiaolan didn't expect Huatuo to talk, took a deep breath and walked towards the well.

   "Xiaolan."

  Hua Cong called her, Xiao Lan directly stopped and looked up at the sky.

   "What's wrong with the flowers?"

   "Miao Miao...Is it okay?"

  The few words of the little girl before her death came back to Xiaolan's mind. What should I say, Miao Miao is gone, and the children are also missing.

   "Dad Miaomiao...don't do this," Xiaolan hesitated, "Miaomiao is finally free, and I don't have to do things that I hate anymore. I should be very happy."

"really?"

   Xiaolan nodded vigorously, "It's true, Miao Miao must be very happy now."

   "Ah...that's great," Hua Bush's voice was filled with infinite melancholy, "I have never seen that child happy."

   "Flowers, are you in the well?"

   Hua Cong was silent for a few seconds, and then said, "I'm terrible, I might scare you."

"I'm not afraid."

   "Then why did you stop?"

   "Because I want to ask for your consent," Xiaolan replied patiently, "I don't want to uncover your scars, I am worried that you will be unhappy."

   "Xiaolan, do you really want to save me?"

   Xiaolan snorted in her heart, I almost lost my life, why are you asking me this now?

   "I must save you."

  The atmosphere calmed down, and Xiao Lan raised her head, her eyes a little sour.

   "Let's come and see me, Xiaolan," Hua Cong's voice slowly disappeared from her ears, "I'm in the well."

   Xiaolan squeezed her fist and started walking towards the ancient well, gradually approaching the well, Xiaolan felt that the temperature was gradually rising.

  A thin layer of sweat oozes from his forehead.

  The air became warm and dry, and Xiaolan stepped over, feeling like he was approaching a fire.

  Fire.

  There was a crackling flash of fire from the well, Xiao Lan speeded up his steps to the well head and looked down.

   "Xiaolan, are you really not afraid of me?"

  The well was full of flames, and the flames were burning quietly. In the middle of the flames stood a burnt-out person, looking up at the world outside the well.

  The well is not deep, and the person seems to be standing in front of him.

  The flame licked on her body quickly and slowly, her skin was falling off in pieces, and the pink flesh that was exposed at the shedding place was so fast that it was scorched to black by the flame.

  She looked up at the outside, her **** face, her dark eyes gleamed.

  Her right hand is still resting on her stomach.

  "Flowers..." Xiaolan called out lowly, and her throat was choked.

   "Am I... ugly and scary?"

  The beautiful flowers...

  The burning sensation I experienced in my dream rose from under my body, entwining her and stimulating her.

   "I will save you now!"

  Xiaolan stretched out her arm towards the flowers in the flame. As soon as her arm touched the wall of the well, the fire was like alive, climbing towards her body along Xiaolan's arm.

  The instant tingling was so startled that Xiaolan quickly withdrew his hand.

   "What's going on?" Xiaolan looked at the flames that seemed calm but looked like poisonous snakes in surprise.

  "This is the last level of the world," Hua Cong's voice began to hoarse, "The rule here is...If you want to save me out, you must first sacrifice yourself."

   Xiaolan was stunned, the words of the flowers blew into her ears like thunder.

  One life for another life?

The rules of the    world are really completely random, not subject to the master’s will.

  But success is right in front of me, and I can’t give up saving the flowers anyway.

  Not only for their own tasks, but also for the flowers, for the flowers, and for the people who pin their little hopes on themselves.

  Even if you die in the world, it won’t have any effect on me in reality.

   "Then use my life for yours, Hua Bush."

  Said Xiaolan, at the same time he jumped to the side of the well again, leaned most of his body into the well, and handed his arm far away.

   is not long enough!

  A large mushroom suddenly swelled in the quiet flame. The flame was like a ghost hand protruding from the crack of the door after the door of **** was opened. It directly grabbed Xiaolan's back.

  Xiaolan even smelled the burning of her skin.

   "I can't catch you, Hua Bush."

Huatuo hesitated and raised his arm, but there was still some distance between the arm and his fingertips.

  "The flowers will be raised a little bit more..."

  Xiao Lan bit her lower lip, and leaned over to the mouth of the well, and stretched her upper body into the well raged by flames.

  The flame swept across Xiaolan's face, and she felt that her skin should have been scorched and curled.

  The **** eyes of the flowers were trembling.

  "Xiaolan, you...may die, this time it is really possible..."

  "Raise your arms, flowers!" Xiaolan coughed fiercely. The black smoke has entered the mouth and nose, and the smoke produced by the flame burning himself choked on him. It is ridiculous and sad.

  Fingertips seemed to have been charred, Xiaolan watched in horror as the hand that she extended gradually changed color, but did not retract her hand.

   "Don't you want to come out! Don't you want to leave here?" Xiaolan screamed at Hua Cong sternly, "What are you doing! I'm saving you with my own life, what are you doing!"

  Why is she dead, still so kind.

  Why don’t you think about yourself?

  Why, still worrying about my injury?

  This is an angry flower, a distressed flower.

  The familiar sourness climbed up to the corner of her eyes, and a drop of moist tears fell from her pupils. Xiaolan watched her tears fly towards the fingertips of the two of them. The burning flame did not let it evaporate, but instead reflected colorful light.

  The tear fell from the gap between the fingertips of the two.

  The colorful light reflected by the flame surrounds it, it passes through the flame, and wherever it goes, the flame sizzles out.

  It doesn’t seem to be that hot anymore.

  Finally, Xiaolan swooped hard, and the two palms finally shook hands.

  I finally touched you, Hua Bush.

  (End of this chapter)