Chapter 131 Collapse
Return to 32 Price Street.
After Old Charles dropped the young master and Miss Aurora off, he said hello and drove back.
Jilan led Miss Sparrow upstairs, unlocked the door, and entered the room.
He was about to speak and let the other person have a good rest, but Miss Sparrow spoke to him first:
"Mr. Snow Owl, I've thought about it..."
She leaned against the wall and lowered her head.
"I plan to live alone at the 'Our Lady's Monastery' in South Muse."
"Our Lady's Monastery?"
Gilan was startled, then frowned.
Miss Sparrow nodded and whispered:
"No company would be willing to accept me like this, not to mention I don't have many skills... and the monastery recruits nuns, I can be there She is living a good life and can help others."
She seemed worried that Jilan would not agree, and she mustered up the courage to reach out, pick up one of Jilan's hands, and use her wrinkled hands to hold it. Hold it in the palm of your hand.
"Mr. Snow Owl, you have helped me enough..."
Miss Sparrow smiled.
In her heart, she secretly said:
“And I don’t want to drag you down anymore.”
Under the veil, her smile looked a little ugly, but Gilan never changed from that smile. Determination and pleading were seen in Guo's bright eyes.
Jilan opened her mouth. She wanted to say that she had the ability to support her, but then she thought about it. This was not an insult to Miss Sparrow.
Maybe it will only make her more sad.
There was a moment of silence.
"Okay..." Jilan took a deep breath. "I'll take you there tomorrow."
"Thank you."
Miss Sparrow breathed a sigh of relief.
At the same time, indescribable sadness also emerged in my heart.
She lost everything except her only friend.
But her self-esteem did not allow her to stay by the other person's side like a parasite and become a burden.
"I...we are still good friends, right?"
Miss Sparrow asked Na Na as she was a little unsure.
Jilan raised her other hand and covered her little hand.
"Of course."
"Hee hee." Miss Sparrow beamed with joy. "Then when the time comes, you should come to the monastery to see me when you have time."
"I will definitely do it." Jilan nodded solemnly.
She seemed to have let go of a big stone in her heart. At this moment, she turned into the lively and lovely sparrow she used to be. She pulled Gilan to the sofa in the living room and sat down.
"Mr. Snow Owl, I will be healed under the light of the Holy Mother."
The sparrow's eyes are full of longing, and his eyes are shining.
"Please rest assured that I will not miss my meditation practice. Sooner or later...sooner or later I will see my friends again. This is our agreement and we will never forget it."
"Yeah."
Gilan smiled.
Boom...
Outside the window, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, accompanied by thunder.
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It is night, already deep.
Miss Sparrow curled up on the bed in the second bedroom, wrapped in a quilt and unable to fall asleep.
The tears flowed silently, blending into the quiet night.
She tossed and turned for a long time without feeling sleepy. He simply bit his lip, sat up, and crossed his hands behind his head, assuming a torture posture.
Looking out the window.
The shadows of the trees are dancing, and the cicadas are chirping in the moonlight.
The suppressed emotions inside were uncontrollable and surged like a black wave.
At this moment, she was like a divine revelation, in perfect harmony with the "Wooden Shackle Meditation Method".
After slowly closing his eyes, he was immersed in formal practice for the first time.
The sparrow finally entered the door.
In the master bedroom.
Gillan looked out the window as well.
It was just the violent wind, rain, lightning and thunder that made everything seem to be on the verge of collapse.
"I hate rain."
He sat on the edge of the bed and murmured.
My eyes slowly lowered.
The departure of the last friend, coupled with Miss Sparrow's humiliation experience at the manor, made Gillan's emotions fluctuate like waves in a storm.
He closed his eyes, sat, and fell asleep.
Darkness. Endless darkness.
Under the night, only the island and the bonfire could provide him with warmth and stability.
But when Gilan came to his spiritual kingdom, he was shocked to find that the Cross Sword bonfire, which was originally half a person tall, only had a weak flame as high as his knees.
The three Mr. Storks were leaning against the campfire, huddled up and looking very weak. The outlines of their bodies were distorted and blurred, as if they were about to disappear.
"Mr. Stork!" Gilan stepped forward quickly. "Mr. Oystercatcher, Miss Seagull!"
"Are you okay?!"
Hearing his voice, Miss Seagull opened her eyes.
She stood up with difficulty and took Gillan's hand.
"You're here..."
Miss Seagull forced a smile.
“I don’t know why, the bonfire suddenly fluctuated violently, and then the flame became smaller and smaller. We are all scared, because once the flame is completely extinguished, I’m afraid...”
“No! ”
Jilan quickly stretched out his hand and grasped the hilt of the Cross Sword in Fire.
He said solemnly:
"Rodran Dolan Gureg Lothric!"
As the name of the kingdom was called out, the flames of the bonfire grew stronger. a little.
But before Jilan could breathe a sigh of relief, the flames dimmed again, and the intensity of the fire was even smaller than before.
"What's going on..."
Gilan muttered, looking anxious.
“What the hell is going on?!”
The two men were also woken up by the silence at this time.
Mr. Stork got up weakly and told him his guess:
"Perhaps this bonfire will be affected by your mental state."
Gilan was startled.
He heard Mr. Stork sigh again.
"There is something wrong with your spirit, Mr. Snow Owl."
"My spirit..."
Gillan slowly showed a painful expression.
He once again thought of his past life, the words of the psychiatrist, the medicine prescribed by him, and the endless depression and pain.
Jilan screamed.
He held his head, inserted his fingers into his hair, clenched it tightly, and squatted down.
"Don't worry! I won't let the fire go out!"
Ji Lan raised his eyes and looked at the three of them, gritting his teeth.
My thoughts were running rapidly at this moment, and I was thinking about the solution with all my strength.
Soon, he thought of the detailed description of the "Road of the Fire Sword" in "The Secret Record of the Branding Iron".
"Yes, yes..."
His eyes flashed.
"As long as I advance to the second level of 'Foundation', the 'Kingdom' will have a foundation, and with the foundation, the brand can be stabilized... In this way, the flame will not go out, and you will all be saved!"
Jilan has nothing to do about his mental state for the time being. All he can think of is to directly improve his original level on the "Road of Fire Sword" to solve the survival problem of his friends.
He would not allow the Crossed Sword bonfire to go out.
Otherwise, the three Mr. Storks will inevitably perish completely.
Everyone seemed to be unable to understand what Gilan was mumbling about the so-called "kingdom" and "foundation". But they could tell that Gilan was working hard to find a solution.
"I believe you can do it, Snowy Owl."
Miss Seagull said with a pale face and a smile.
But she soon showed a worried look and said:
"But please don't be eager for quick success, okay? We are all worried about you."
"Yes. Ah! Mr. Snow Owl!”
Mr. Oystercatcher gasped and stood up, showing a familiar hearty smile.
"Actually, in the final analysis... we are already dead, it's no big deal, it's just another death, haha. It's a blessing to see you again. If you really can't help it, don't force yourself too much "
"Perhaps everything is doomed."
"The soul should not continue to exist in the world with memory and consciousness."
He. Smiled and shook his head.
"Do your best, Mr. Snow Owl."
Mr. Stork took off his hat, put it on his chest, and nodded to Gillan.
"You are the only one left for the little sparrow. If something happens to you, she will collapse."
(End of this chapter)