Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 89 Media

  "This flower is..."

  The pineapple exclaimed, and the others were also shocked.

  The light-red flowers look transparent up close, without leaves. The translucent petals refract the light from the street lamp, and the light flows on the glass-like petals, even reflecting their appearance.

   "Wait first," the Taoist leader quickly grabbed Xiaolan's already stretched hand, "this flower appeared suddenly, first make sure that there is no weirdness before starting."

   Taking advantage of the master’s time to speak, one hand directly stroked the petals, gently tapping the water-red flowers with the texture of colored glaze.

   "No problem, no problem, nothing," the fool made a silly voice, "Let Xiaolan try, I don't know how long Qin Yin will last."

  Before Dao Master could respond, Xiaolan had already put her other hand on the petals.

  The cold texture slid his fingers towards the body, and Xiaolan shivered unconsciously.

   "Did you see anything?"

  Pineapple leaned in anxiously.

   Xiaolan looked up and looked around. There was no change in the scenery or the color. Except for the cool fingertips, there seemed to be no difference.

   "It seems...nothing has changed..."

  "What should I do..." Pineapple lowered her shoulders and looked around helplessly, "Well, what about Xiaoyin..."

   "Xiaolan!"

  A clear call sounded from the ear.

   Xiaolan straightened her back instantly.

   "Is Xiaolan you? Is it you?"

  This is the voice of Xiaoyin!

  Xiaolan hurriedly looked behind him. When other people saw Xiaolan's weird reaction, they also looked at the changes in the surroundings, but did not see Xiaoyin's figure.

   "It's me! It's me! Is it Xiaoyin? Where are you Xiaoyin?"

   "I don't know where this is. It's all black. I'm stuck in the space chain of the flowers and can't get out. What's the matter, the master?"

   "Master Dao, Master Dao!" Xiaolan turned her head and looked for Dao Master excitedly, "We can hear the voice of a small tone, and the small tone is still good."

  Dao Master slowly let go of Xiaolan's hand, and his eyes were full of thought when he looked at her.

  "Can you hear the small tone?"

  An excited smile instantly solidified on Xiaolan's face, and several people around looked at her with the same gaze.

   "You...can't you hear?"

  Can only you hear the call of the small voice?

   Xiaolan hurriedly turned to the fool who was also touching the petals, and shook his head questioningly when he saw the fool.

   "I can't hear it either, what did Xiaoyin say?"

  But that is indeed a small voice!

  "She said...that she was trapped in the space chain of the flowers, all around her was black, she didn't know what was going on, she had to ask Dao Master..."

"What's the matter, Xiaolan?" Xiaoyin's voice floated to her ears. "What are you talking about? Only you can hear my voice? Are they by your side? I can't hear others talking. , How am I going to get out?"

   "Can't you hear the voice of a little fool?" Xiao Lan frowned.

  The fool looked at Xiaolan, then at the petals.

  "I only heard your voice," Xiaoyin seemed to run up, panting slightly, "there is no other voice here, your voice came from a long distance, I will run over now!"

  Only you can hear the small voice, and the small voice can only hear your own voice.

  This flower connects the ruins and reality, and only Xiaolan can communicate these two worlds as a medium.

   "You told her that there is no space chain anymore, there is the market."

   Dao Master said suddenly, with a solemn expression, but Xiaolan felt the trust behind that solemn expression.

"Xiaoyin, there is no space chain there. The world has been broken. You are now in the ruins," Xiaolan calmed down and said loudly towards the petals, "Look if there is a flower that glows around you, light red. Flowers."

   "There are no flowers, nothing. It's all black here. I can't even see it myself."

   "No flowers?" Sweat beads slipped from his forehead, "Is there no light at all?"

   "Without light, you can't see anything! Don't go, Xiaolan, you are the only one with me..."

   "The fragrance of flowers!" Baomu leaped forward and said to Xiaolan, "Ask Xiaoyin if he can smell the fragrance of flowers."

   Xiaolan nodded knowingly.

  "Have you smelled the scent floating, the faint floral fragrance?"

  "It's not a certain kind of floral scent, but the scent of all kinds of flowers..." Baomu frantically added, "Very intense scent..."

   "It's a very strong fragrance, do you smell it, small tone?"

  "Scent of flowers?" Xiaoyin's gasping voice was gone, as if to calm down and feel the smell, "It seems...it really has a little..."

  (End of this chapter)