Chapter 39: There Is Only One Good Person in the World, Bai Lian (3)
"Master Yan Yue."
Bai Lian took the next step, despite Yan Yue's attempt to resist, and she still grabbed onto Yan Yue's hand.
Like a pair of tongs, it was held tightly.
Very tight, put a lot of effort into it.
Yan Yue couldn't break away completely, but that didn't stop her from continuing to speak.
"Sorry, I'm such a waste, someone like me shouldn't be standing with all of you. I'm scared, I'm really scared, please let me go, White Emperor Bai Lian. Please let me go, do whatever you want to me, I beg you!"
She was very anxious.
But Bai Lian just wouldn't let go.
She didn't care about any systems, she only knew that as long as she let go, Yan Yue was likely to keep slipping into the abyss in her mind.
That is not the situation she wanted to see.
Ohhh.
Bai Lian sighed from the bottom of her heart.
That's enough!
She is neither a sect leader, nor an elder, yet why does she feel that the Duxian Sect is all on her shoulders?
There must be something wrong here!
It's all the fault of this world.
Thinking this, Bai Lian angrily stepped forward.
Yan Yue bent her body trying to dodge, but her hand was caught and so where could she hide?
She struggled, the harder she struggled, the harder Bai Lian clasped.
Bai Lian spread open her both arms, like a mother hen embracing her chick, gently enfolding Yan Yue.
Finally, Bai Lian's right hand wound around Yan Yue's back, as if trying to draw Yan Yue into her own body.
To be honest, this kind of action is a bit uncomfortable.
After all, the space was so small but four "balls" were crammed into it.
"Yan Yue!"
Bai Lian gave a light shout.
Her voice was filled with authority.
Yan Yue, tightly embraced by her, suddenly became quiet, even An Lan, who turned into a bird, was surprised by Bai Lian's sudden shout.
Good.
You never experienced motherly love since you were young, so for now just treat me like your mom.
Bai Lian raised her left hand and gently stroked the back of Yan Yue's head.
That blue-black hair was like a waterfall.
Tears of warmth rolled down like a chain, finally slapping Bai Lian's shoulder.
"Ughhh…"
Yan Yue burst into loud sobbing.
"I'm just a waste, I can't do anything, I'm just a waste that needs other people's help for everything!"
The cries pierced into Bai Lian's heart, cold as ice.
She continued to pat Yan Yue's back, "Don't be afraid, Mom is here. Whatever it is, you can tell Mom."
Yan Yue's eyes were filled with tears as she said, "I'm just a worthless piece of trash!"
Bai Lian said, "You're not."
"I am."
"I said no, so no it is."
"I am!"
"No."
Bai Lian was arguing with Yan Yue meaninglessly.
She thought Yan Yue would feel much better if she cried it out, but she was wrong in the end.
Yan Yue's condition was getting worse and worse, even her body had gone limp.
Is it an internal demon causing trouble?
But Bai Lian had never heard of Yan Yue being bothered by an internal demon before this.
Bai Lian started to feel sad.
Why hasn't Shifu come yet?
Is she going to keep clinging to Yan Yue like this until the end of time?
She was not unwilling either.
But she didn't want to take advantage of someone in a vulnerable situation.
Isn't that just the same as the "Elder Martial Sister Bai Lian" in the game?
Rise up, Master Yan Yue!
Right now.
On the grass.
An Lan, in the form of a bird, swayed in the evening breeze.
She had already put away the hammer and scissors in her hand.
She wanted to severely punish Yan Yue, but Yan Yue's crying like a child made her unable to bring herself to do it.
That was a long, long time ago.
At that time, Yan Yue was a real child.
Seven years old.
Although she was a small cultivator, the child was still a child; no amount of strength could change her nature.
November 20th.
Heavy snow.
An Lan was so suffocated that day that she lay on the bamboo bed and had a nap in the morning.
The door suddenly swung open while she was asleep.
An Lan knew that the person who sneaked in was the small Yan Yue, wrapped up like a dumpling.
"Daddy said I should be closer to Sister An Lan."
Little Yan Yue rubbed her rosy cheeks, then tip-toed to the side of the bed.
She thought An Lan hadn't noticed her actions.
She secretly lifted the quilt, then slept next to An Lan.
The result was naturally not good.
As soon as little Yan Yue fell asleep, An Lan hung her on the beam.
"Wah!"
Yan Yue woke up and burst into tears.
"I dare not, I dare not do this again."
An Lan grumbled coldly.
December 9th.
In the competition hosted by Yan Xiyi, An Lan beat Little Yan Yue to cry, who secretly cultivated hard for several months and wanted to prove herself in front of her Sister An Lan.
"Just you?"
Little Yan Yue was desperately wiping her eyes, "I'm sorry, I'm just a waste, I'm sorry…"
The sobbing still lingered in An Lan's ears.
Without realizing it, four hundred and eighty-one years have already passed.
An Lan lowered her head and looked at her own hands.
"Is it all my fault?"
Suddenly she felt a jumble of emotions in her heart.
She just doesn't want to get embroiled with others, and she doesn't want to involve others because of herself.
Why?
"Yan Yue, Yan Yue?"
At that moment, the sound of Bai Lian echoed through the wasteland.
An Lan hurriedly raised her head.
She saw Yan Yue sleeping on Bai Lian's shoulder.
Now is…
"It's four o'clock!"
It's time.
Bai Lian had a solemn expression.
It's crunch time, she can't afford to be too overly cautious.
"I apologize, Master Yan Yue!"
Bai Lian quickly found a place to set up camp, and after deploying a magic array, she extended her Divine Sense into Yan Yue's soul.
She wanted to see with her own eyes what kind of dream it is.
"Wait!"
An Lan extended her hand.
She wanted to stop Bai Lian, she didn't want her to know how "despicable" she once was as a master.
She was afraid, trembling softly.
It's so cold.
But…
She couldn't go out.
"There must be a way."
An Lan was loitering in place.
Afterward, she left a clone in the place and hastily flew to the place where the earth Qi of the Silver Frost Valley was most intense.
