Chen Fan's reply was loud, even with a smile on his mouth. He sat down slowly and leaned on the worn-out stone statue behind him and said, "can you sing me that unknown ballad again?"

Forget worry, wipe away tears, Nestle in Chen Fan's arms, gently open his mouth, chen fan's thoughts, as if they were drawn to the time when they first met.

The melody is graceful, the voice is clear and crisp, the song is ethereal, but different from the original resentment, this time forget worry singing, is actually full of a ray of sunshine breath.

Song spread far away, along the broken temple, into the whole world.

The cold wind, whistling all night, finally stopped, and the snow seemed to have ended. The sun still rose, and the soft light shone on the earth.

The whole world, like ice and snow, slowly melts under the sunlight, turns into a warm breath and turns into a wisp of scattered heat.

In this way, earth shaking changes have taken place in Chen Fan's eyes. It seems that in the blink of an eye, he went back from the world constructed by magic to the northern wilderness, in the bottomless cave, in front of the demons.

In a sense, chen fan lost the bet.

Because he finally failed to resist the magic spell, he chose to lift the butcher's knife.

But on the other hand, he did not lose, because chen fan used his own actions to influence the people who arranged the illusion.

The soft light looked at the enchantment who was bound by chains. Chen Fan gazed at his tearful eyes and whispered, "forget your worries. One day, I will save you from the sea of misery."

The little beggar in the broken temple is the devil in front of him, but Chen fan doesn't like the name.

In his heart, only forget worry!

Forget worry has been keeping silent, a word did not say, just waiting for their own pair of black and white eyes, fixed looking at chen fan.

After a long time, she opened her mouth and said, "is this what your people call feelings? What kind of feelings do I have for you?"

At this moment, the voice of forgetting worries has lost its charm, but it has a kind of sad and beautiful meaning.

Chen fan can't answer the question of forgetting worries. He doesn't even know what kind of emotion he has for forgetting worries.

It is clearly the beginning of a bet, but Chen Fan spent his whole life in fantasy.

He clearly remembers every bit of memory in the illusion, and remembers the acquaintance and acquaintance of forgetting worries.

I remember every night that I nestled together, as well as that beautiful, unknown ballad.

Slowly shaking his head, chen fan's dry voice sounded: "I don't know what kind of feelings we have between us, like family affection, but it seems to be mixed with other feelings. Sorry, I can't give you the answer for the time being."

Forget worry slowly closed his eyes, at the same time, in the underground world of the northern wasteland, all the blooming HUNSHA grass withered.

Everything, as if back to the beginning of the same, forget worry eyes, never opened.

Looking at the scene at the moment, chen fan suddenly felt like a knife, slowly breaking a stalactite, he used the sword of life and death to carve it into a blooming peony flower.

Putting the peony flowers in front of forgetting worry, chen fan opened his mouth and said, "as a compensation for the dissipation of the evil spirit grass, this is my gift to you. When I come back next time, I will help you out of trouble."

After that, chen fan turned away, and an unknown ballad bloomed with the figure of his departure.

In the ballads, chen fan heard hope for the first time!