The vicious villain is in luck again

An Ran seemed to have fallen into a deep pool, being squeezed by the cold and biting water, and his bones were creaking and painful.

Can't lift it up, can't control it.

She couldn't open her eyes, couldn't even flutter, and could only feel the shattering pain coming from her body in vain.

It was as if a sword had been inserted into his chest, picking out the heart inside and stirring it constantly.

She almost wanted to vomit blood, but this large mouthful of blood was stuck in her heart and could not reach her throat.

"Guluululu" is the sound of bubbles coming out of the mouth when drinking water.

"Of course, the ambulance will be here soon, you have to hold on!"

Who is so anxious, shouting in her ear?

What is an ambulance? A carriage?

An Ran thought drowsily.

Noisy and harsh sounds rushed into her ears one after another.

Can't tell the source clearly, it's noisy.

There were footsteps walking around, whispers, and even more unsettling, unfamiliar sounds that I had never heard before.

It was like some kind of musical instrument with huge lethality being played randomly, whizzing all the way closer.

In the transparent black, spots of light gradually emerged, and An Ran saw one blue and one red flashing alternately.

Is it a magic weapon?

A few wisps of white came down from the magical weapon with blue and red lights intertwined like the wind.

Something was rolling over and there was a rumbling sound.

She was trembling slightly...

The blood finally rushed from his heart to his throat.

An Ran couldn't hold it back, opened her mouth and vomited "Wow".

The smell of blood instantly filled his nose.

After spitting out the mouthful of blood, her body felt light, as if she had completed some mission.

"Of course! Of course! What to do? Doctor! She vomited blood!"

Amidst the woman's shrill screams, she fell into a deep coma.

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An Ran was awakened by a pungent smell.

The smell was very light, lingering around her, but it was like gunpowder smoke, like haze, cold and cold.

She shuddered, her consciousness returned to her body, and she slowly opened her eyes.

What catches the eye is the pure white ceiling.

Wait, white?

An Ran tilted her head, feeling a little confused when facing the ceiling that was obviously different from usual.                                                       Update @

It is so smooth, and the square pieces that are pieced together do not look like they are made of wood.

Where is this?

She was confused.

"A Ran, you're awake." Tiandao's voice sounded in his ears.

An Ran turned around and saw a snow-white kitten squatting on a chair next to her.

The chair looked a little different from what she was used to seeing.

The most common chairs she had seen were carved wooden chairs, but the one she saw now had a cold light and didn't look like it was made of wood.

She asked, "What's going on?"

As soon as I opened my mouth, I realized that my throat was extremely sore.

An Ran swallowed, feeling a dull pain in her heart.

Tiandao sighed, "We were forcibly sent to the next small world."

The memory came back, and An Ran suddenly remembered the scene he saw before leaving the last small world.

"Lin Taner killed Ye Junlan?" The surprise that had not yet been fully expressed came to Anran's heart again, and she raised her tone slightly.

"Yeah." Tiandao said deeply.

His cat nodded its head in a serious manner, because the animals behaved like humans, which looked a bit stiff and imitated cutely.

"Why?" An Ran didn't understand.

Ye Junlan is a child of luck and cannot die easily. Once he dies, An Ran and Tiandao will suffer extremely serious backlash.

And Lin Tan'er actually killed Ye Junlan.

Why did he want to kill Ye Junlan?

Isn't Ye Junlan his child? Even if he didn't know it at first, after Ye Junlan was born and felt the same aura as him in his body, Lin Taner should have understood it immediately.

And he chose to put Ye Junlan in the fantasy world to raise Ye Junlan, wasn't it because he knew that Ye Junlan was his child?

Moreover, she clearly treated Lin Taner.

He was so trapped in the illusion, how did he come out in such a short time?

She didn't even notice.

"He is helping him." Tiandao said.

"Her?" An Ran was stunned.

This title seems to have a certain meaning.

His cat eyes revealed a bit of human solemnity.

"The one who wants to replace you is the incarnation of the pseudo-Tiandao."

An Ran frowned, "She actually did this."

"Yes." Tiandao sighed, "Probably because you have successfully obtained the luck of three small worlds in a row, which makes Him feel more seriously threatened."

An Ran narrowed her eyes.

The incarnation of the pseudo-Tiandao started to make troubles from the second small world, and in the third small world, he directly borrowed a knife to kill the son of destiny. ​​Correct update@

She really didn't want to let her, the true incarnation of heaven, go back at all.

Cruel enough.

It was only when she looked away that she noticed the weirdness of her posture at this moment.

She was lying on a magical bed. Everything on the bed was white, and the pillows were soft and flat, wrapping her head well.

What's more important is that one of An Ran's legs is hanging.

The foot was covered with a thick layer of off-white substance from the toes to the calf knee, which made her feel a little heavy and restrained, unable to move.

When she wanted to move a little bit, heartbreaking pain came from that foot, as if it was about to break apart.

It also covered up the vague pain in her heart.

An Ran was lying flat on her back, but one foot was in the air. This posture made her feel uncomfortable and a bit ashamed.

She stretched out her hand, trying to prop herself up on the quilt, but there was another pain on the back of her hand.

An Ran looked sideways.

The back of her hand was covered with several strips of white cloth, and a small, soft tube extended from under the cloth, upward, upward, and connected to a square transparent bag.

There is a small half bag of water inside, and it goes down bit by bit.

An Ran narrowed her eyes and turned her gaze to the back of her hand again.

A little silver light came out, and the slender silver needle was pricking into the skin.

A small drop of blood as long as a fingernail appeared in the tube.

An Ran stretched out her hand, pinched the swinging thin tube, and rubbed it gently.

What the hell is this?

After rubbing it for a while, she let go of the tube and looked around.

Completely unfamiliar.

Things that have never been seen before appear.

Everything seemed to be somewhat similar to the objects in her memory, but there were also differences.

The little white cat sat on the chair, its fluffy tail wagging quietly.

An Ran looked around, then turned around and asked Tian, ​​"What on earth is going on?"

Tiandao's green eyes looked at her, as calm as water, "The Son of Destiny was killed, and we were supposed to be backlashed, seriously injured and returned to the gap in the world, but the pseudo-Tiandao incarnation did something unknown and actually intended to send us directly into the gap.

The next little world.”

"The children of destiny in the next small world we are going to enter are too dangerous. You and I are seriously injured and there is no way we can resist them."

"So, relying on my connection with thousands of small worlds, I picked the one that I felt was the least threatening and sent you and me in."

When Tiandao said this, he lay down on the chair and put his feet together.

"But, I don't have much strength left."

He said, "I am just an ordinary cat now, and I can't help you with anything."

An Ran spoke quickly and seemed to be comforting, "It's okay. Anyway, most of the time, it's the same to me with or without you."

Although some emotions were brought to the last small world, Tiandao, who was still a little lonely at the moment, heard An Ran's indifferent words: "····?·"

Why is my heart a little blocked?

He licked his mouth twice, obeyed the cat's instinct, and licked his own feet. He didn't stand up until the fur was licked smooth and his depression was almost vented.

Tiandao lowered his front body, raised his butt, lifted his tail, and stretched.

He relaxed his muscles, walked to the side, and jumped off the chair.

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An Ran's eyes dropped following his movements, and then turned back to the chair.

When Tiandao's snow-white kitten's body jumped away, she noticed that there was a black leather notebook placed on the smooth surface of the chair.

Hmm, it looks a bit familiar.

An Ran said in an uncertain tone, "The book of stories from the fantasy world in the last small world?"

"That's right."

Tiandao walked an elegant cat walk and turned around the chair, his tail nimble and proudly tapping the script.

An Ran was surprised, "I thought it was just a product of the illusion, but I didn't expect it could be brought out."

"To be precise, it is the product of the laws of heaven and earth." Tiandao said, "Since it is the product of the laws of heaven and earth, it belongs to me. If I want to use it, of course I have no problem."

"I poured all my remaining strength into this book of words. From now on, it will tell you everything about this small world on my behalf."

An Ran understood.

She looked at the notebook lying on the chair again.

Although they look familiar, they feel completely different.

It turns out that the book looks simple and old at first glance. Although the paper is flexible and of fine quality, it is still paper and cannot withstand the wind and rain.

The notebook is much thicker now. It still looks like paper inside, but the shell on the outside looks like it is not afraid of water anymore and is smooth and smooth.

An Ran became interested.

"Can you take that book and show it to me?"

After hearing this, Tiandao was about to jump on the chair and try it when he heard something turning on the other side.

He and An Ran both looked over there.

The door was pushed open from the outside in, and a little girl walked in.

She had a simple ponytail, hanging high on the back of her head. She swayed with her movements, and there was a little bear on her hair, smiling cutely.

The little girl closed the door, turned around, and glanced sideways at An Ran on the other side of the bed, her small face glazed over for a moment.

An Ran was also caught off guard.

Just because she saw a frame on the bridge of the little girl's nose, and two transparent and round things blocking her eyes.

It's said to be a small mirror, but I've never seen anything like it.

An Ran was curious in her heart, but her face was calm and showed nothing.

Soon, the little girl's dullness caused by seeing An Ran wake up disappeared.

There is no change in his expression. He still looks a little dull, but there are some changes in subtle ways.

Her cherry-like small and thin lips were pursed a little tighter. Behind the transparent and round thing, deep in the clear eyes, there was pride gurgling out like a clear spring.

Maybe it's because she doesn't look mature enough for her age, or maybe An Ran has met too many people.

That pride cannot be hidden in front of An Ran.

An Ran couldn't help but become more interested.

The little girl walked towards her without saying a word.

The small dress she was wearing was like a woman's close-fitting belly hug, exposing her shoulders and arms, but it was more tightly wrapped than the belly hug, and her back was not exposed and hugged her waist.

On her lower body, she only wore a pair of trousers that were as short as her thighs. Fortunately, the crotch was not open, but her thighs and lower legs were so exposed that there was no other way to cover it up.

Going down her legs, An Ran saw her shoes.

She stepped on shoes with soles as thick as a palm, but the shoes were empty. There were only a few straps that tied her feet to the soles. A few toes were exposed and moved from time to time.

The whole body is dressed so cool.

Because the little girl's expression and behavior were so natural, An Ran didn't have any other thoughts except her initial surprise.

She quietly watched the little girl walk to the bed.

The little girl put a hand on her waist, and her proud eyes lingered on her face.

"You're awake, An Ran."