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Chapter 20

People were coming in and out of the room. The wounds on the surface of the body were no longer bleeding after being treated by several magicians, but the airflow rushing around inside the body was still the same. Because I missed the opportunity, I had no choice but to do anything.

Now, I can only stare blankly at the ceiling, waiting for another "ascension".

Feilin held a towel in her hand and kept wiping the blood from my mouth. It was strange that I couldn't see a trace of sadness in her eyes, but only calm, almost heart-stopping calm. Wei

Sarah held my hand with tears streaming down her face, her voice choked with sobs. Wen Sili clasped her hands at the window, her dark eyes were red, and she kept muttering something in a low voice...

There was nothing to do. I was reminiscing about my previous life and everything in the past 14 years. The more I thought about it, the more annoyed I became. My heart was churning again, and I vomited a large mouthful of blood again...

"Brother Cohen!" Weisha shook my hand, "You don't want to die!"

"Don't think about it anymore." Feilin gently wiped away the blood for me, "Just calm down, okay."

I rolled my eyes with difficulty. Apart from my mouth, my eyes are the only organ I can still control.

"How do you know," I asked, "what I'm thinking?"

"You can tell by looking at your eyes." Felin answered me, "They contain too many of your emotions."

"By the way." I asked, "How did you get to the altar?"

"Actually." Feilin's face turned slightly red, "We will be right behind you as soon as you leave the Prime Minister's Mansion."

Looking at my surprised expression, Feilin continued, "It was Kelly's idea. She said she wanted to see you meet. We will wait for you outside the Prime Minister's Mansion. Who knows you will run to the altar. There are guards below, let's go up

Not going."

"Then what?"

"Then we watched you from a distance below. After those three people arrived, we thought they were your friends."

"Yeah! What a damn good friend!" I yelled.

"Brother Cohen!" Weisha looked surprised. "You have never scolded anyone before!"

"Sister Weisha." I said with a wry smile, "I'm sorry, brother shouldn't curse in front of you, but he is in a bad mood now, can you just forgive him?"

"No, Weisha doesn't want brother Cohen to die! Weisha doesn't want..."

"My brother doesn't want to die either. He still wants to play with the beautiful sister Weisha every day!"

"If Weisha doesn't cry, Cohen will be sad if he sees it." Felin stroked Weisha's head, "When we heard the screams from above, we knew something was wrong. But the guards below said nothing and wouldn't let us go up.

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"We had no choice. Seeing you covered in blood and wanting to get off the altar... we couldn't bear it anymore." Feilin turned her face and shrugged her shoulders slightly, "But I didn't expect it was still a step too late..."

"Feilin..." I felt excited in my heart, "Thank you..."

Feilin turned around, her eyes already turning red.

There were footsteps outside the door, and it sounded like there was more than one person. Feilin looked at it, stood up and said to me, "It's Uncle Weisu and Aunt Bertina."

My father's face was heavy, and he stood at the bedside and watched Aunt Bertina examine my body.

Speaking of which, after the real me woke up, I was full of gratitude to this man who had devoted countless efforts to my growth over the past 14 years. I was full of gratitude to all my friends and family in the past 14 years...

Thinking of this, tears overflowed from my eyes.

"Don't worry! Cohen." My father held my hand tightly, "Dad will definitely find a way to cure you! You must be strong!"

"Dad." I don't feel disgusted with this title at all. "I'm not afraid of death, but I'm a little unwilling and reluctant to leave you all."

"Cohen, where does this powerful energy come from in your body?" Aunt Bertina asked me.

"I don't know either." I'm about to die, so why bother letting everyone worry about me anymore.

"My child," said Bertina, "you are so good!"

"ah?"

"A person without martial arts and magic faced four people." Bertina touched my forehead, "He didn't even flinch and beg for mercy. What a good boy!"

"How are they?" I asked with a wry smile.

"Them?" Bertina said, "One had a broken leg, and the other two had lost too much blood when others arrived... and were dead!"

"Fortunately, you are smart enough." Father continued, "Say that Feilin and Kelly are your wives, otherwise this matter would be even more troublesome."

"I'm sorry... Feilin, but I can't think of any other reason..." I looked at Feilin and said.

"No...it's nothing." Feilin's blushing face quickly recovered after hearing my words.

"If I don't die." Looking at her face, I blurted out, "I will definitely marry you!"

"Let's go out..." Bertina said to her father, "Let the children talk more..."

On the fourth day of my injury, I could no longer eat and could only drink a little water. After all the magicians, including three of His Majesty Creamer's magicians, shook their heads at my father, my father asked me where I was going.

"Go home, I want to see my mother." I said.

Set off immediately! Seven days after I entered the Holy City on horseback, I lay on the carriage and left the city gate. I really responded to the sentence "Go in upright and come out sideways."

The coachman drove the carriage extremely carefully, trying to drive as smoothly as possible. My friends gathered around me, each one suppressing sadness and trying to put a smile on his face... Maybe I would be deceived by them when I was still Cohen,

But for me, a young man with a combined mental age of at least 40 years old, their well-intentioned performance is really unprofessional.

"I want to see the outside..." I really couldn't cooperate anymore. Seeing them like this, I felt like I had knocked over a five-flavor bottle, and my voice started to choke again.

"I'll help you up!" Wen said to Mogadi, "Open the car window."

"Don't touch!" Kelly yelled anxiously, "Don't touch Cohen!"

"That?"

Without thinking, Haiert pulled out his long sword with a "swish" sound and stabbed it into the wooden board of the carriage. It cut across everything and opened a big hole... Others followed suit, and in an instant, there was a gap above my carriage.

Empty shelves.

The air with the fragrance of fresh wild flowers began to surround me under the breeze. No matter how greedily I breathed, the green plains were filled with colorful flowers and white clouds dotted the sky. It was so good. Time is running out.

, look again, look more...

"Heart."

"What's the matter? Boss?" Haert held my hand tightly, as if I would fly away if I let go.

"Be gentle, it hurts!" I said crookedly, "I have something to tell you."

"Oh! I'm sorry! Boss." Haiert let go of my hand and grinned, but it was Weisha next to him who pinched him hard.

"Haert, you have the ability to lead." I thought hard, wanting to give my brothers a little more help before the fire of my life was extinguished. "Your biggest shortcoming is that you are easily impulsive when things happen. You have to ask Mafa about this."

Study with Feilin. If...if I'm not here, the brothers will have to rely on you to lead them."

"Boss!"

"Don't cry! Get out of the way." I really couldn't focus on crying.

"Moya! Come here."

"Boss!"

"You are caring, caring about others, considerate of others, and brave." Moya held my hand and kept shaking. "But you have to be ruthless towards your enemies and pay attention to details when doing things... Just start from a small place. Think carefully.

Be more careful...and don't pamper your brother too much. Okay, get out of here, Mafa!"

"Boss, I'm here!"

"You are the most cunning one. You... need to cooperate more with Haiert and remind him of everything. You can't let him act according to his temper!"

"yes!"

"Jack...gram."

"Well...I'm...here."

"Why are you crying! Don't rely too much on your brother. Practice your magic well. You have to walk your own path in the future."

"Yes! I will never cry again."

"Felin, Kelly, please give them more help. And Kelly, you have to change your hot temper... listen to your sister's advice."

"Mogadi, Wen, Wadi. Remember, you have to be broad-minded. If you want to strengthen your own race, you have to cooperate well. Unity is the only advantage of alien races!"

"Winsley."

"I am right beside you……"

"I don't understand. What does your name mean? Tell me."

"Winsley is, in ancient Elvish language, a firefly."

"Wei...sha."

"Brother Cohen!"

"Sister Weisha is the most well-behaved. You must be careful of bad guys in the future. Brother can't cut blood for you to drink anymore."

"Weisha doesn't want her brother to die..."

I really haven’t grown up yet, I’m still dead at this time...

"Sister Weisha, please spend more time with Wen Sili! Sister Wen Sili is very lonely."

"good……"

Everything that needs to be said, everything that can be said, and everything that can be imagined has been said... I'm so tired.

"Winsley, can you sing?"

"I...I won't..."

"Shall I teach you? You can sing to me."

"Yeah! Weisha wants to learn too!"

"Okay! Sister Weisha, let's learn together." I hummed a song that came to my mind at this moment. There were only a few girls around. Those guys didn't know where to hide.

Already...

There was a burst of exclamation from all around, and a huge white shadow passed over the carriage. Under our gaze, it fell crookedly to the grass in the distance...

"what is that?"

"It seems to be a dragon..." Feilin's voice lost its calmness.

Dozens of fast horses galloped past, raising dust and blowing into their faces, which made Geert and others yell and curse in anger. (To be continued)


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