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Chapter 139 The Beautiful Singing Voice

In comparison, Qingluan's situation is slightly better.

Little Lolita was also caught in the poisonous smoke, and Nightmare's avatar also entered her mental realm between the brows, and began to look for the weakest point in her spiritual world, and launched an attack.

She dreamed that she was alone as a bird, so desperately she spread her wings and flew high, over mountains and rivers, across the desert and Gobi.

She is looking.

Looking hard.

Looking for his other half - looking for another Qingluan.

however.

She searched and searched, searched and searched for thousands of years, tens of thousands of years, but she still couldn't find it.

She suddenly realized that there is no second Qingluan in this world, and she is the only one in the world.The only loneliness.

She is destined to have no partner in this life.

A strong sense of sadness hit her heart, Qingluan was too sad, she lost interest in continuing to fly, her wings lost strength, she fell straight from the sky, her blue eyes were faintly covered with a layer of mist .

An evil and mournful voice kept echoing in her mind——

"You are doomed to die alone."

"You can't find a mate."

"You will die, you will have no offspring, and you will only be able to fly alone forever! In the lonely sea of ​​suffering, there is no salvation!"

……

Qingluan was even more desperate.

come down.

keep falling.

In the end, her body fell hard on the ground of a human village.The cyan tail feathers dripped with a little silver light, stained with dirt, but it was hard to hide its beauty.The wings are as green as the dawn, exuding a dreamy light in the sun.

Qingluan was hurt by the fall, and stood up crookedly.

Straight ahead, there is a thatched house with the door open.

Qingluan walked in subconsciously. There was no one in the room, only a bed and a table, which could be seen as a woman's boudoir. There was a dressing box on the table, and a bronze mirror on the right side of the box.The bronze mirror is quite large, taking up almost half of the table.

Her gaze moved to the bronze mirror.

Then——she found a bird in the mirror that looked exactly like herself.

He tilted his head in the same way, and his blue eyes were full of despair and sadness.The wings are the same color as the sky, and the dark blue on the wings is like the totem of the eyes, which is a symbol of divinity.

"found it!"

"I found him!"

"The second Qingluan in this world, my partner!"

Qingluan was ecstatic, in an instant, the ups and downs of emotions exploded in her chest, flooding her heart like a wild wolf, making her sing out aloud with mixed sorrow and joy.

——She sang a beautiful song that is rare in the world, the young phoenix crowed, and all the birds worshiped.

Desolate, sad.

nice.

When people listen to it, they can't help but shed sad tears, and the person they love the most in this life can't help but appear in their minds—the person they will never get, the person they love the most.

Qingluan wept while singing.

Obviously, I have found my other half in the mirror, but why am I still so sad.

……

her nightmare.

The nightmare is endless.

In reality, Qingluan, who was lying in the sleeping bag, had her eyes tightly closed, her face was full of sadness, and at the corners of her eyes, tears gushed out frantically like beads with broken threads.

A small mouth, bloodless, terribly pale, slightly opened, and small whines came out of his throat.Like a Fengming, like a whisper, like a painful whisper...

"That little loli is really weird. After she got a nightmare, she still cried like a bird."

(End of this chapter)