My Heroic Life

"Well, I like you too, no..."

She gently picked up the man like a fragile object, pressed her red lips to his ear, and poured the voice into her heart that was so strong that it could not be removed.

"Lan, I love you."

"......me too."

Yin Lan responded softly, then the two of them smiled at each other with tears on their faces.

As time passed by, the two began to talk for a long time. They chatted, sometimes noisy, sometimes laughing, the setting sun fell in their conversation, the stars appeared in the night sky, and the moon gradually rose.

The round table knights left one by one to set up their respective knights, and then returned here one by one to watch the two embraced. Merlin stood not far away, rare quiet and not noisy.

Then in this quiet Camelot, the man's last time finally came to an end.

"Lily, it's time."

"Ok."

Altria nodded when she heard the words. She looked at Yin Lan, whose soul turned into a light spot and began to overflow, and waved to the people who had been waiting in the distance.

In the next second, the knights of the round table gathered from all directions, leaving only the magician with the flower behind and running with his staff.

They looked at the knight in Altria’s arms for a while, and Gawain lost the smile that seemed to never change. Lancelot was even more distressed, Bedwell’s eyes were respectful, and Mordred was Uncharacteristically silent.

"Lan, everyone is here."

"Well, I saw it, it's really a group of guys who like to join in the fun."

He smiled bitterly, the light in his eyes gradually extinguished, and the golden pupils gradually turned back to black pupils in the blur.

The refreshing night breeze blew by, and the body of the knight surrounded by the crowd gradually turned into dust, the melodious sound of the piano sounded, Tristan's hand stroking the strings, venting the sadness in his heart with his tone.

In the dim consciousness, Yin Lan looked up at the starry sky and could not help but recalled her life full of waves.

From the moment of rescuing Usser when he arrived, to now defeating the underdog with his life as a sacrifice, for more than 30 years, the man has gone through numerous battles and painstaking efforts to finally drag Britain out of its destruction.

Although possessing the power of power, it is still a difficult life.

Yin Lan sighed, thinking of the goal of stopping the mass extinction, and then curiosity surged in her heart.

Although it is only a meager force, after 30 years of hard work, have I, as a mortal, moved a corner of the world?Does my effort make sense?Is my turbulent life valuable?

He was a bit distressed for a moment, but these doubts and guesses immediately dissipated in an increasingly vague consciousness. In a trance, he seemed to be standing on the streets of London decades ago.

He stood on the side of the road blankly, looking at the rush of people and moving vehicles, he was confused, but a girl's call suddenly sounded beside him.

"What do you think?"

"Hey?"

The man who was being spoken lowered his head and looked to his feet. There was a little girl who was carved and jade standing there, and behind her was a slightly smaller girl with blond hair and dull hair.

"Teacher, why are you in a daze again? Isn't the injury well? Want Morgan and Lily to help you?"

Yin Lan was speechless for a while, and the two girls had already taken one of his hands and pulled him forward.

The three of them hobbled forward holding hands like this, and the man's ignorant consciousness became clearer.

Hallucinations?

Yin Lan thought, he looked at the two girls holding hands, and suddenly felt that this seemed quite similar to his life.

The young man smiled uncontrollably.

"Huh, not bad."

He murmured, gradually walking away.

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In Camelot, the body of the man in Altria's arms gradually blurred, turning into dust of light in the blazing light, spilling out between the sky and the earth under the stars.

The blonde girl wanted to retain the light but was powerless. She maintained her embrace, and the tears in her eyes could no longer be controlled. She lowered her head, her heart was crying silently.

"Wang, please listen to me."

However, this cry was interrupted recklessly, and the knights of the Round Table with tears in their eyes turned back to look at the sounder at the end of the crowd-Merlin.

The flower magician walked to Altria, he possessed, picked up a holy white ring on the ground, and gave it to his king.

"Wang, if you still want to see that man, please put away this ring."

Merlin's astonishing words made Altria raise her head fiercely. There was a glimmer of hope on Ewha's face with rain. She looked at the sage and asked tremblingly.

"what?"

Merlin touched the ring with a serious expression:

"This is part of Lan Qing's soul-memory."

Chapter 121 Hope that there will be no Shura field when we meet again

"memory?"

"Yes, memory is also part of the soul."

Altria trembling hands, took the ring from Merlin as if holding a treasure. The holy white ring in the catkin was a bit cold, but under the stars reflected a faint golden light.

"It's him!"

Altria noticed the familiar breath at the moment she started her hands. She looked at the ring with her eyes, remembering its owner.

"Although Lan often wears gloves, I did see the ring on his hand."

Altria remembered Yin Lan, who was facing the girl in the bath by the lake in the center of the strange kingdom of God called the Forest of Lost. He did use this ring at that time, but... .... Used as a match.

"Merlin, the memory and soul you mentioned, and the ability to see Lan again, what is going on?"

Altria looked up at the white-haired sage, while Merlin said calmly:

"I have known Lan Qing for more than 30 years, and I have discussed together about the crystallization of his power. During that time, I have carefully studied Lan Qing's soul, and during the investigation, I made an unexpected discovery. ."

Mei Lin looked up at the golden light between the sky and the earth and said:

"I found that Lan Qing's soul is incomplete, it seems to be less than one-fifth of the body."

"what?"