After the flames gradually subsided, Loran Hill stepped into the charred earth, then walked to the side of a huge pit in the ground. Threads of light floated up, and the remaining magic power slowly gathered and condensed into a [Primordial Gem] (Rating: Rare Pearl Grade)
Because the final explosion wasted a lot of magic power, the gem's rating finally remained at the pearl level.
The dazzling gemstone was a warm orange-yellow, and in its center, a small brown-furted bear seemed to be sprawled, sleeping. Beyond Sequence 5, the soul merged with the Transcendent Core. After Sequence 7, the soul became even more resilient, making it less susceptible to destruction.
Although the giant bear died, most of its soul was preserved and gathered in this extraordinary gem.
"This guy is much cuter now."
Loran Hill pointed at the orange-yellow gem with his finger. Looking at the crystal-clear gem, the little bear seemed to be awakened. He slowly woke up, opened his black eyes, looked around blankly, then raised his head and saw Loran Hill's face. He shrank back a little in fear and wanted to hide somewhere else, but he could only circle slowly inside the gem.
Then a soft and slightly cold figure slowly came up from behind and leaned against Loran Hill's back.
"Is this little bear the same one as before?" There was a hint of curiosity in the voice.
"Uh-huh."
Loran Hill turned, slightly avoiding Iseglin's cold body. It wasn't that she disliked her, just a bit cold. Ghosts, compared to living people, were more direct and difficult to conceal. Loran Hill could easily sense the ghost lady's thoughts, which were so simple and innocent. This was why she had a favorable impression of her.
Loran Hill didn't like overly complicated interpersonal relationships, preferring simple and pure things. She handed the gem to the curious Iseglin, letting her slowly examine it. Then she flew up and extinguished the remaining fire in the forest, preventing it from spreading again.
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The next afternoon, the sun shone obliquely on the branches. A gray tent stood beside the sea of incomplete flowers. The girl slept in a soft rabbit fur blanket, her body rising and falling slightly, breathing regularly. As the sun was about to set, there was still no sign of her getting up.
A pale blue figure sat alone on a crystal coffin amidst a sea of flowers, watching the setting sun gradually sink into the west. Purple-red clouds blanketed the branches of the distant trees. As the sun neared the horizon, its shadow could only be seen through the sparsely arranged tree trunks, their shadows dividing the setting sun like a fence.
The evening breeze slowly picked up, and wisps of green smoke occasionally rose from the piles of burnt grass and wood ashes. Some small animals also returned, smelling the aroma of barbecue, and searched the forest for roasted pine nuts and fruits, which they happily nibbled on.
"Little Loran still hasn't woken up."
The somewhat bored Miss Ghost jumped off the coffin and her body slowly floated towards the small gray tent.
The illusory body passed through the thick tent and entered the interior. Looking at the sleeping girl in the white dress, Yi Xue Ge Lin did not move any other way. Instead, she sat quietly in a corner of the tent, quietly watching the resting silver-haired girl.
Silver hair fell on the snow-white neck, and the white collarbone partly protruded from the nightgown. As the girl breathed, the quilt on her body rose and fell slightly. The beautiful white face and the light pink lips like mountain cherries made the girl look a little immature, but the soft lines between the eyebrows neutralized it a little, like a slightly sour and sweet fruit, giving people a strange charm in the purity.
When it was completely dark and the faint moonlight shone into the tent through the gaps, Loran Hill slowly rubbed his eyes and woke up.
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There is a person sitting in front of the bed!
The scene before him startled Loran Hill, who had been living alone recently. However, after his brain rebooted for a few seconds, he quickly reacted and breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's Yi Xue..." The girl slowly put down the quilt in her hand, covered her mouth and yawned slightly.
"Good evening, Iseglin." Although the Elvish language was a bit difficult to pronounce, Loranhill, who had good academic performance, still read it out accurately.
"Good evening, little Lorraine, here~"
After she finished speaking, the elf lady handed over the orange gem in her hand. The little bear obediently lay on the ground, looking at the two girls timidly.
Loran Hill took it with a little curiosity and observed the little bear. At this moment, it was much more obedient. It would spin in circles and roll over when Loran Hill asked it to.
"How did you do this?"
"Just talk to it nicely. I'm a ghost too, so communication is easy."
"Really?" Loran Hill found it a little hard to believe. According to Trinasha's records, most ghosts were very emotional, and rational ones were very rare. The ghosts transformed from the souls of Warcraft were even more disordered and had only extremely superficial IQ.
"Really, maybe little Loran's contribution is greater. In the process of re-gathering its soul, you also purified and filtered out some extreme emotions, making it become much more rational." The ghost lady was also thinking about the reason. Although she had no memory of her past growth, some of her knowledge seemed to be not left behind.
Is this okay? Loran Hill was slightly surprised, then slowly handed the gem to Iseglin.
"No need, Roland, keep it for yourself. It has opposite characteristics to mine, so it would probably be uncomfortable for us to be together. It should be of some help if I give it to you." The ghost princess declined, then pulled Roland Hill out of the tent.
In the forest wilderness under the moonlight, although one side was charred, the other side of the hill remained intact. The autumn wind at night blew with a chill. As a ghost, Iseglin held Loranhill's hand and walked in the sea of grass near her waist, slowly walking towards the hill.
"What kind of flowers does Loran like?" asked Yi Xuegelin who was walking in front.
"I don't have any particular hobby for this." The girl briefly recalled the flowers she had seen in her memory.
"I like many of them, like the peach blossoms that bloom in spring, roses of all colors, the tiny osmanthus flowers, the white lily of the valley that looks like little lanterns, and the orange marigolds. They're all beautiful, so I can't say I only like one."
"Hehe, little Loran is so fickle, she just wants it all." Yi Xuegelin said with a smile.
"But I'm more single-minded."
Yi Xuegelin pulled Loran Hill slowly towards the sea of flowers on the top of the hill, then picked a flawless ice flower, placed it in Loran Hill's hair, and pinned it on the butterfly hairpin.
"Can I tell you a story?"
The princess, who had turned into a ghost, took Loran Hill's hand, and the two sat on the hillside again, watching the sea of flowers undulating slightly under the moonlight, swaying gently in the wind, and the dusty past slowly unfolded.
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