The heroine engages in introversion in another world and saves herself from becoming a big boss

Chapter 68 An De Guang Mansion has tens of thousands of rooms, sheltering the underprivileged people from all over the world!
The crowd stood in front of Zhu Xulin like an iron wall, indestructible.

Among these people, some have moist eyes, but their expressions are resolute and unrepentant.

I only heard that the scholar was high-spirited, and the girl's eyebrows were determined. At this moment, they clasped their hands and formed a circle.

Some of them laughed loudly, "Everyone, today is a battle to the death! Monsters fight, kill! The secret realm is broken, kill! After today, we may be like shooting stars in the night sky. Fell into the world. Since then, there will be no trace of me in the world."

After finishing speaking, he raised his words again, resisting generously, "But! There is still a possibility that after we are brilliant, we will become a rising star standing in the sky, day after day, year after year ...pointing the direction of light in the sky. From then on, the sunset glow, the night light, and all kinds of beauty exist because of us."

"Because - we are the light!"

The scholar's shirt on his body was rattling, he thought for a moment, his eyes were clear and firm.

"Today, I will write a poem first to repay the country's kindness."

"A Stormy Day on the Fourth of November"

"Staying in a lonely village does not feel sorry for itself, Shangsi defends Luntai for the country."

"Lying in the night and listening to the wind and rain, the Iron Horse and Glacier are dreaming!"

As soon as the words fell, the whole secret realm trembled again.

Heaven approves that the talent bestowed cannot be projected onto the young man because of the obstruction of the secret realm.

But... this does not prevent the vision from being produced.

I saw a violent storm suddenly blew up in the whole secret place, and the originally calm lake was surging with waves.

Amidst the sound of wind and rain, there was a faint vibration of horseshoes landing, and the neighing of a horse came from far and near.

Wherever the horse's hooves passed, the ground condensed into a icy surface that pierced through the bones.

This line of poem directly separates the monster and the human race.

Some monsters didn't even believe in evil, and wanted to step on this glacier, but the moment they stepped on, their bodies were covered by layers of frost, inch by inch, and after a long time, they turned into ice sculptures.

"Lying in the night and listening to the wind and rain, iron horses and glaciers dreaming..." Someone clapped their hands and laughed, "It's indeed a good poem, but... you can't let you take the limelight alone, can you?"

He got up, took a step forward, and without thinking, he chanted directly, "The beacon fire shines on Xijing, and I feel uneasy."

He carried his hands on his back, and walked gracefully, "Yazhang resigned from the Phoenix Tower, and the iron cavalry circled the dragon city."

Suddenly, his voice was slightly hoarse, "The snow is dark and the flag painting is withered, and the wind is full of drums."

Until the last sentence, he suddenly raised his head, looked at Yaoman, his eyes were sharp, and his tone turned upward, "It's better to be a centurion than a scholar!"

Better to be a centurion than a scholar!

This kind of boldness makes the whole poem's intention instantly elevated.

The turbulent talent from the outside world struck again, and the secret realm trembled again, but this time the trembling range was bigger and the trembling time was longer.

In the dark, Song Lanyi, who was trapped in the hell, raised her head, and she seemed to see the outside world through the torrent of time.

Her lips were already dry and peeling, and there were marks left by blood on her lips.

At this moment, Zhu Xulin seemed to feel something, looked up to an unknown direction, and shouted, "Song Lanyi! Are you there? Are you? Come out!"

Standing in the group of monsters, Xue Ji, who was well protected, couldn't help raising her neck at this moment, looking in that direction.

There was imperceptible worry in her seemingly arrogant eyes.

In the hell way, hearing the familiar voice, Song Lanyi grinned, wanting to laugh out loud, but it touched the wound on his cheek.

Her voice is very soft, but it can be clearly heard by everyone.

All she said was, "I'm here."

I am always here.

The moment Zhou Xi heard that sentence, he suddenly felt a complex feeling that he didn't know how to describe.

That kind of feeling... It's like... Even though Song Lanyi is still young, he naturally has a sense of calmness.

It seems that where she is, there will always be no accidents.

Even if there is an accident, she can solve it.

Like Zhu Xulin, who was most familiar with her, he was already crying.

With his red eyes on his face, he burst into tears, "Song Lanyi, why don't you come out? I'm in so much pain, I've been seriously injured, and I'm vomiting blood! Come and carry me! Don't leave , we all have to die in this wretched place!"

Listening to a lot of his complaints, Song Lan in the hell way was covered in rags, but smiled very freely.

There are dense scars all over her body, but at this moment, her smile is unrestrained and flamboyant, with an extremely attractive charm.

She laughed and cursed, "Get lost."

Then, she spat out another mouthful of blood.

The blood stained her pale lips, and against her pale face, there was a strange beauty.

But there was always a faint smile on her face.

She said in a soft voice, "Zhu Xulin, and fellow students like Paoze, there is a poem today, you should listen to it carefully."

Everyone was startled and listened attentively.

"In August and autumn, the high wind howls, and rolls the three layers of grass on my house."

"Mao Fei crosses the river and sprinkles on the outskirts of the river. The tall ones hang on the tops of the long forests, and the lower ones float around Shentangao."

As soon as this poem was read out, Song Lanyi's brows brightened slightly, but it seemed that he was suppressed by something, and the light was fleeting.

Zhu Xulin seemed to have sensed it, and followed Song Lanyi's voice, chanting the words one by one.

Immediately afterwards, everyone followed his steps and began to read bit by bit.

During the process of chanting, everyone only felt that their inner talents were shaking, as if there was a faint resonance between them.

At this moment, Song Lanyi, who was trapped in the hell way, continued to read in a calm manner, "The boys in Nancun deceived me to be weak, and I can bear to be a thief."

"I openly hugged thatched grass into the bamboo, my lips were scorched and my mouth was dry, and I came back and sighed by myself."

"In Russia, the wind fixes the cloud and the ink color, and the autumn is deserted and dark."

"The cloth quilt has been as cold as iron for many years, and Jiaoer is lying on the floor and cracked. The bedside room leaks and there is no dry place, and the rain is like hemp that has not stopped."

"Since the suspense and lack of sleep, why do you want to get wet all night long!"

The style of the whole poem is gloomy and the pace is gloomy, just like Song Lanyi's current situation.

Everyone thought that this was a poem of depression she wrote when she was in despair. They thought it would end there, but Zhou Xi and Zhu Xulin said in unison, "No! It's not over yet!"

Sure enough, the next moment, the entire palace began to vibrate, and the speed at which the secret realm was shattered seemed to be a little faster.

Song Lanyi was not here, but her voice resounded in countless places at this moment.

"There are tens of thousands of mansions in Ande, which shelters the underprivileged people from all over the world! It is as safe as a mountain without being affected by wind and rain."

"Whoa! When I suddenly see this house in front of my eyes, it will be enough for my hut to be broken and frozen to death!"

The moment the last sentence was finished, the talent resonance in Song Lanyi's body reached its peak.

The light between her brows became brighter and brighter until it broke through the entire bloody hell road.

Here, a middle-aged man with vicissitudes slowly appeared in front of her.

"Du Fu, my lord, my lord!"

　Today's third update is over.

　　I'll take a break first and see if I can save some manuscripts.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)