After taking a breath, Loran Hill slowly descended from the air. Looking at the corpses of the bees scattered on the ground, she thought for a moment, then raised a foehn wind to burn all the bees that died of poisoning to avoid polluting the environment and causing other creatures that accidentally entered this place to be poisoned.
These bees are not going to be extinct. Nearly half of them are still around the hives. If they were not so aggressive, Loran Hill actually did not want to fight with this group of bees.
It would be great if it could be tamed so that we could make honey.
With some thoughts in his mind, Luo Lanxi returned to the sea of flowers. While the bees wouldn't interfere for the time being, he decided to ripen a batch of flowers himself.
She fell back into the icy blue sea of flowers and took out a slender flute. Made of maple wood, it was reddish-brown with light lines.
The long bagpipe sounded in the wilderness, the music was light and ethereal, like a butterfly dancing through the flowers.
In the autumn forest, the wind blows through the layers of trees, and the colorful leaves rustle. In the open fields of the forest, flowers dance in the wind, and the light spots of mana and magic move with the music, floating quietly.
The deposited emerald green light spots fell, and the ice flower began to resume its growth. New buds emerged, replacing the originally withered branches and leaves. Light blue flowers bloomed like rain, and their petals trembled in the air, emitting a refreshing fragrance.
Then tiny seeds slowly condensed beside the flowers, wrapping the small fruits with special Frozen Moon magic power, with a thin layer of white frost on the surface.
A pair of hands as white as jade held these small fruits and then picked them up. The small dark blue round grains rolled into the palms, and a cool feeling came from the hands.
The girl knelt in the sea of flowers, her eyes slightly closed, feeling the quiet flow of magic.
Beneath the tranquil and beautiful sea of flowers, a sleeping consciousness slowly emerged into her perception.
After a long moment, the girl slowly opened her eyes, the emerald light in her pupils slowly fading. Only then did she understand why the red maple tree had said that the being in the north was cold and seemed to be in pain.
This patch of ice cup flowers was not naturally generated, but was specially planted by people in the past. A dead life is buried under this sea of flowers. These ice cup flowers rely on absorbing the dead existence in order to continue growing and avoid being eaten up by bees.
The breeze gradually lifted the girl's white skirt, and she slowly rose into the air, sitting on the cushion of air condensed in the air, overlooking the beautiful sea of flowers. Then she stretched out her slender fingers.
As his palm pressed down suddenly, the ground under the sea of flowers broke into pieces, and then clods of soil began to be lifted up by the air flow and flew into the air.
The layers of soil seemed to lose gravity, gradually floating up, and then continued to move to the surrounding areas, and the pit below became larger and larger.
After Loran Hill used the wind to loosen and roll up the soil nearly 20 meters deep, a touch of transparent blue finally appeared in front of the eyes.
The covering soil gradually peeled off and floated away, and the full blue scene finally appeared in the girl's eyes.
The ice-blue and transparent crystal coffin has beautiful and delicate cut corners. Inside it lies a stunning girl, her hands crossed at her waist, her expression peaceful.
A crown woven with golden silk threads was worn between her ice-blue hair, and behind her hair were pointed ears. The girl had a pretty face, and a necklace with a blue crystal pendant fell between her collarbones, and below that were her plump white breasts. She was wearing a light blue long skirt, which was exquisite and gorgeous, and the hem of her skirt had small teardrop-shaped pendants made of various gemstones.
Is she dead?
Loran Hill slowly descended from the sky, stood in front of the coffin, and observed it carefully.
The crystal coffin fit perfectly, almost seamlessly, with no visible seams. Inside, the girl lay on a soft white blanket, two blooming ice flowers beside her. Even after so many years, these flowers hadn't withered.
Placing his hand on the coffin, Loran Hill closed his eyes again to feel the situation inside.
At this time, the shadow of another girl slowly emerged from the coffin. She easily passed through the crystal barrier and looked at the silver-haired girl in front of her with a curious expression.
Then she stretched out her illusory fingers to touch the girl in the white dress. With a chill on her forehead, Loran Hill opened her eyes.
The two girls looked at each other quietly.
Is this the ghost?
Surprisingly, Loran Hill was not afraid, even though the ghost seemed very powerful.
The ice-blue shadow of the girl circled around Loran Hill several times before slowly stopping.
"Who are you?"
"Who am I?"
The ghost of the ice-blue girl seemed to have forgotten a lot of things. Although the ghost could not speak, it still conveyed the questions and information in its heart, which was clearly perceived by Loran Hill, just like when she faced the phantom of Trinasha.
"My name is Loran Hill, and I just found your coffin under this land."
"Coffin?" The ice blue girl was a little confused, then she turned around and looked at the sleeping body behind her. She was frightened and hid behind Loran Hill.
"Am I dead?" She seemed to have not yet reacted.
"Well, he's dead~" Loran Hill nodded.
"Woo woo..." Miss Ghost seemed to find it difficult to accept this fact. She leaned on Loran Hill's shoulder and looked at herself lying in the coffin, which made Loran Hill feel a chill on her neck.
"Okay, don't cry. Actually, I can feel that you are not sad." Loran Hill shook his head, grabbed the ghost lady behind him, and put her in front of him again.
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