I thought I could be by Brother Yuheng's side all the time, but when I was six years old, I got a message! The Spirit Fox Civil War has broken out! And my father Aoye died in battle to protect my mother, and my mother Chenqi was also seriously injured and died.

This thunderous blow made Zhan Lan fall into pain all of a sudden, and she knew that she had to go back, otherwise, there would be many clansmen sacrificed. I resolutely left, leaving my brother Yuheng without saying goodbye to him.

Back to the fox clan, it is already a white demon spirit fox sitting on the throne of the fox king!

"Wang, do you really want to fight?"

"Fight! I must avenge my people! Pass my order, all the demon spirits who are willing to follow me can participate in the battle! Those who have wives and children may take refuge for the time being. I will not back down! ——"

Zhan Lan didn't expect that this battle would be twenty years! The fox clan has been in a civil war for twenty years, and most of the demon spirits have been killed and injured! It was only when Zhanlan returned to power that the civil strife subsided. In the past twenty years, she has learned to be strong, to be unpredictable, and to learn the difference between life and death.

In the deep blue night, a bright moon is embellished. The moonlight is like a tassel, and the soft one can't help but touch it.

Under the moon, Xuanhu lay on the lawn, quietly enjoying it.

Yes, Zhan Lan likes this kind of night the most! Especially by Yu Heng's side, she can always feel his love.

"I don't know how everyone is doing now...", and then smiled self-deprecatingly, "Anyway, it's definitely much better than us!" "

Zhan Lan likes to sit here, listening to the shallow whispers brought by the wind blowing through the bright red petals of the blood clotting orchid that seem to drip blood, and the silent and distant song will sound in the heart, passing low, turning a thousand times.

It is the song of the ancestors.

Buried under this scarlet mound, every drop of blood of the Ji family (Linghu's family name) turns into every blood clotting orchid, the Taiji Palace does not fall, the blood clotting orchid is undefeated, and the responsibility of the town is with you for life.

Fate or disaster, in fact, it doesn't matter. In the sky, in fact, it is not always lonely, at least there will still be someone who, in the cold evening breeze, whispers to her, call her, Lan'er.

There is her father and mother in the scarlet mound, buried under this sea of flowers.

Memories of the Ancestors. Scenes that happened in the distant past continue to be inherited. The world in the dream has the beauty of flowers, the infinite love passed down from generation to generation by the ancestors, and the obsession of guarding to the death. Passed into her memories and blended into one. And for that prosperous world, full of curiosity, what kind of world is the land she wants to protect?

"You're still young, you're still young, you can't go, you can't discern people's hearts." Condensation (the second elder) always rejected his requests on this ground.

It's because you don't understand that you have to understand it, don't you? Is it possible that here, without contacting people at all, you can discern people's hearts?

Zhan Lan touched the delicate petals of the blood clotting orchid with her tongue, "Mother, Lan'er is so boring and boring." Is it true that the people of the Mo Buji clan are not allowed to go down the mountain for the rest of their lives? I am twenty-six, already king, and I have not gone before, and I have no chance. "

The blood orchid shook in the wind, dripping crisp laughter.

"Dad, I'm not naughty, really, really not, Lan'er really wants to see the world, it's not like standing on a high mountain and staring like this, I want to see it clearly, I want to see it well, I want to grow up. I want to be the bride of Brother Yuheng. "

The wind was still blowing, but the Blood Orchid stopped shaking for a moment.

The moonlight fell coldly on the blue young face, and the big clear eyes concealed longing.

A longing that can't be hidden.

A bitter smile appeared at the corner of the blue mouth. Her voice was as silent as water, echoing leisurely in the bamboo forest, lingering for a long time.

"God, please bless your Lingji."

After all, Zhan Lan didn't have many enemies in her heart, and when the tribe was stable, she still decided to return to Vermilion Bird City!

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