frightfiction Chapter 309 Yanlan End
Chapter 309 Yanlan End
The scales left behind by Shen Chuang are called reverse scales, which are the hardest, most beautiful and most sensitive part of the fish tail. They are also the only things left after Shen Chuang's death besides his previous relics.
The original color of this reverse scale is mixed with colorful flowing light, and the color will change with the owner's mood. It will become dim when the owner is sad, become extremely bright when the owner is happy, emit a faint light when the owner is angry, and turn red when the owner is deeply emotional.
Yan Lanjue held the scales and cried inconsolably.
After a moment of silence, the scales floating in Yan Lanjue's hand suddenly moved, and actively floated over to wipe the tears from the young man's eyes. The blue scales of Clan instantly emitted a blue light, bright but not dazzling, and the scales floated into the air.
Yan Lanjue reached out to grab it subconsciously, but he didn't expect to touch a soft, translucent flesh-colored object that gradually took shape in his hand. He looked up in astonishment, and the person who appeared in front of him was the lover he had deeply engraved in his soul.
The lover in front of him was in spirit form just like him. He had an elegant and handsome face, but his waist-length curly hair, the same color as fishtails, fluttered in the wind, adding a bit of siren charm, an unreal beauty.
The beautiful blue eyes were still gentle and affectionate when looking at him, the bright and beautiful fishtail flowed like a gauze, and the gentle swaying was like a painting. The slender jade-like hands gently touched his face and wiped away his tears bit by bit.
He said, "Lan Jue, don't cry."
But how could he not cry? After several years, the lover he missed day and night suddenly appeared in front of him. That was the warmth he could only feel in his dreams.
The young man's lips trembled slightly, his throat was blocked, and he called out in a suppressed sobbing voice, "Ayu."
"I'm sorry." Yan Lanjue grabbed his hand and put it against his face, repeating these three words one by one.
Zhai Yu reached out and gently touched the young man's lips, smiled and shook his head, and just interrupted his apology with a sentence, "My Lan Jue hates loneliness, doesn't he?"
Yan Lanjue's crying stopped abruptly. He stared at Zhai Yu blankly. The man in front of him was still touching his head with his hands as he did in the past. He hooked a strand of his hair with one finger and twisted it around. He said, "Lan Jue only has me, so I can't bear to let him be lonely."
He smiled softly and held him in his arms, "Lan Jue, you don't have to blame yourself. My wife is gone, and Zhai Yu will never live alone. This is what we agreed on from the beginning, isn't it?"
Yan Lanjue closed his eyes and indulged in the warmth of his lover, "Yes..."
"So, Lan Jue, don't blame yourself." Zhai Yu patted his back gently, "Love guided me to find you, and I did it."
Looking at his gradually disappearing body, he placed a kiss on his lover's lips and said with a smile, "Although this meeting is a little late, it doesn't matter. I still love you."
Yan Lanjue felt the warmth in his arms disappear, leaving only a piece of scale next to his cheek. After a long while, he held the scale in his palm, turned to face Zhenqing, and smiled, "Thank you."
Zhenqing pursed his lips and shook his head, "This is a gift from your father."
"God?" Yan Lanjue was stunned for a moment, then smiled with relief.
Yes, he forgot that Zhai Yu had already integrated himself into that warm and lively home. On the day they confirmed their relationship, he took him to see God, obtained God's approval, and asked for a silver-white jade stone, which could store his supernatural powers bit by bit. When it was fully lit, it could save a dying person.
It's a pity that he was blown to pieces as soon as he came out and couldn't save himself.
Wait, jade...
Yan Lanjue finally remembered the question that he had forgotten in the deepest part of his heart. How did he get the recognition of the pseudo-divine artifact inexplicably? After so many years of living in a daze, he had completely forgotten this question.
"What's wrong, uncle?" Zhenqing asked in confusion when he saw the man's smile froze.
Yan Lanjue stroked his scales, "God once gifted me a piece of silver-white jade. It seems that the jade followed me here after my death and merged with Feng Ling."
After saying that, he summoned Feng Ling. As soon as Feng Ling came out, he was pounced upon by Xue Li, who sensed his presence.
He was pounced upon by a young man emitting a faint golden light. His current master was originally an earth spirit, so his body was still in human form. However, the aura emanating from the 'Xue Li' in front of him was obviously a mutant, so how could he be in human form?
However, the joy of seeing her lover suppressed the question first. Feng Ling hugged Xue Li and looked him up and down. She bent down and kissed the boy's lips. The joy in her eyes almost overflowed. Her cold voice was mixed with laughter, "Li! Baby, I missed you so much."
Xue Li rubbed against his chest like a golden retriever, "A Ling, A Ling, me too."
Everyone: "........." What a mouthful of dog food, aren't you in love? Now you look like a couple, okay? ? ?
Yan Lanjue's mouth twitched, and he glanced at the two sticky lovers who had reunited after a long separation, and said while holding the scepter in his hand:
"This artifact was inexplicably contracted with me back then, and it also swallowed the jade stone given to me by the gods. I see that Yunting and Yinhai left gifts for you, so this can be considered a gift from me to you."
"'Feng Ling'." Yan Lanjue called out in a long tone, "Come here and choose a master for yourself."
'Feng Ling' floated over and saw the person who matched her at a glance.
"It hurts a little, please bear with it."
After saying that, he took the scepter, turned his wrist, and suddenly disappeared in front of everyone. In the blink of an eye, the crystal on the top of the scepter had pierced Lingjie's heart. This time, Lingjie's chest was almost pierced.
The 'attack' came without any warning, and Ling Jie's face turned pale with pain. He coughed up a mouthful of blood, which dripped onto the scepter, dyeing the entire silver scepter blood-red.
"Mianmian!!!"
“Spiritual solution!!!!”
The speed was so fast that even Zhenqing and Qiu Bieyi didn't react.
Xue Li rushed over to hold back the nearly violent Wei Yang, and explained, "This is a soul contract! He will be fine, it just hurts a little."
His partner was suspended in the air, his chest pierced by a two-meter-long scepter, his face as pale as paper, blood dripping onto the ground, quickly forming a small pool of blood. Wei Yang felt his mind go blank at the time, and the tinnitus came like a tide, hitting his eardrums wave after wave. If it weren't for the bloody voice coming from his mind, he would have lost control.
Gu Yuan and the others were restrained by Yan Lan Jue immediately, fearing that they would rush over and interrupt the contract. Seeing the young men were so scared that they turned pale, their hair almost exploded. A burst of anger rushed straight into his heart, and the young man cursed, "You want to die? Can you die if you explain it clearly?"
"Shut up right there." Feng Ling replied with difficulty, "A short pain is worse than a long one."
This method of forming a bond with heart and blood is better than the painful process of both parties' souls being torn apart and fused together in the formation.
Zhen Qing was frightened by this and almost lost his spiritual power, but he quickly calmed down and released his blood to soothe himself. Damn, if the contracted artifact was like this every time, he would have a heart attack sooner or later.
Qiu Bieyi immediately appeared behind Lingjie, with his palm against Lingjie's back. His warm healing power enveloped the young man. While sensing Lingjie's condition, he looked at Feng Ling.
It is invisible and traceless, and its speed is so fast. It is a pure light artifact that is about to enter the semi-artifact level. It is also born from heaven and earth. I am afraid that there is no second one like it in the entire Origin World.
The light-attributed artifact has an extremely rare ability. As long as this artifact is in a place with light, it can feed back the light attributes it absorbs to its owner, thereby enhancing the owner's power and helping the owner recover strength and stamina.
But it is precisely because of this ability that it is more difficult for them to break through and increase their own strength. The jade stone that God gave to Yan Lan Jue is a "tonic" to help Feng Ling step into the semi-artifact level, and it is a very powerful tonic.
The reason why Feng Ling formed a contract with Yan Lan Jue was probably because of this jade.
After Feng Ling felt something that could make him stronger, he subconsciously swallowed the jade. However, the jade originally belonged to Yan Lan Jue, so the contract appeared.
Feng Ling's body began to ooze blood. He was the one who was in the most pain of the Soul Contract. His whole body was almost torn apart. Not only did he have to accept the soul power of his master, but he also had to make adjustments according to his master's situation. He couldn't spare the heart to comfort Ling Jie. He held it in for a long time before he said, "Bear with it, it will be fine soon."
Lingjie nodded.
The contract was signed very quickly, taking only a cup of tea.
At the moment the contract was established, the original pain disappeared instantly, and his face gradually turned rosy, as if the pain that made him almost faint was an illusion. The scepter that pierced his heart disappeared, turning into a blue butterfly mark on Lingjie's chest, and Feng Ling also disappeared in front of him.
Ling Jie touched his chest and felt something magical. His mental strength surged, and the power after breaking through to the ninth level made him dizzy. He held his forehead and felt groggy.
Wei Yang rushed over and hugged Ling Jie, holding the boy's back with one hand and touching his chest with the other. After a careful examination, he asked in a tearful voice, "Mian Mian? Ah Jie? How are you? Are you still in pain? Are you dizzy? Are you okay? Is it hurting anywhere? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"
Seeing Lingjie was drowsy and ignoring him, Wei Yang looked at Zhenqing in panic. Zhenqing hurried forward to pinch Wei Yang's shoulders, using his divine power to stabilize Wei Yang's already shaky level that was about to break through. He licked his lips that were dry from nervousness and whispered, "He's fine."
Ling Jie finally came back to his senses from the surge in mental power after the breakthrough. He immediately hugged Wei Yang and shook his head. He grabbed his hand and lowered his head to touch his forehead with his. "I'm fine, Ayang, I'm fine. It doesn't hurt anymore. I broke through. I just had a blackout due to the surge in mental power. I'm fine."
Wei Yang heaved a sigh of relief, his legs felt weak, and sweat soaked his back. He wiped the sweat off his face and stared at the butterfly mark on Ling Jie's chest. He almost blurted out a curse, "Oh my God, brother, could you please tell me in advance next time? I'm really scared to death."
Feng Ling floated out, turned into a palm-sized butterfly and landed in Xue Li's hand. "I told you."
Gu Yuan and a few others came over and checked it over and over again.
"That's nothing!" Wei Yang pointed at Butterfly and said, he was so angry that he almost wanted to hit her. The class that had just been suppressed by Zhen Qing immediately loosened up again.
Zhenqing quickly stepped in, "Alright, alright, Ayang, calm down!"
Qiu Bieyi stretched out his hand and lifted up the butterfly's wings, and the divine power in his hand flowed into Feng Ling's body. He said nothing, just watched calmly.
'Feng Ling': "............."
"I won't do that next time." Feng Ling said in a low voice.
Wei Yang: "You still want to have a next time!"
Ling Jie looked at Yan Lan Jue who was smiling beside him and bowed slightly, "Thank you, Uncle Lan Jue."
"No thanks, no thanks. I should go too..." Yan Lanjue waved at him. As soon as he finished speaking, everyone fell silent. Yan Lanjue took off the hairband on his head and handed it to Zhenqing, "Can this be put together with your uncle's scales?"
Zhenqing took the headband, his eyes filled with tears again. He blinked his sore eyes and said, "Of course."
"Ah Qing, I remember they all called you this, right?"
"Yes, but my nickname is Qingqing, so you can call me Qingqing, too."
"Mm, Qingqing, it sounds very nice." Yan Lanjue wiped away the tears that overflowed from Zhenqing's eyes, "Don't cry."
"Zhai Ling told us about your arrival a long time ago. Unfortunately, my uncle and your uncle died a little early and were not able to see your birth with their own eyes. But these are not important now. I am very happy to meet you."
Yan Lanjue reached out and touched Zhenqing's head, and whispered in Zhenqing's ear:
"Fortunately, the explosion happened in the north. Your uncle and I planted a white orchid tree in Baixue Bay, south of Mingcheng. The white orchid fruit should be ripe in a few days this season. You should be able to eat the first batch when you return."
"There is a jar of wine buried under the tree. Your uncle and I brewed it with white orchid fruit. There is a custom in Mingcheng that on the day a child reaches adulthood, he or she will drink the wine brewed by the elders. Although it may be a little late, at least you can drink it when you are eighteen years old."
Yan Lanjue looked at his gradually disappearing body. He clenched the scales in his hand, closed his eyes, and kissed Zhenqing on the forehead:
"That was the first time your uncle and I made wine. We failed several times before we succeeded. It must be an aged wine. I think it should taste good. Go back and dig it out and drink it with your friends."
Zhenqing caught the silver-white beads and scales with a hint of blood, and tried hard to hold back the tears that were about to fall.
"it is good."