Chapter 645 Waiting for the Future
"Fool."
Luo Jinghua cut off the corner of his robe with a cold face, and the cloth soaked in the spiritual spring fell accurately on the wound of the saint that had not yet fully healed.
The next head of the Luo family, who always talked about etiquette and rules and was calm and composed in front of outsiders, now let the blood flow from the collar of his clothes, as if the dent below the collarbone where the golden blood was drawn out did not exist.
Ran Ran looked at him and didn't know what to say. Either he or Qin Siyi's injuries were much more serious than the Saint's.
She originally wanted to remind the Saint to rescue the two, but she didn't expect the two to...
After this incident, Ranran felt that she could invent a term - Saint Brain, specifically to describe people like Qin Siyi and Luo Jinghua whose minds are full of thoughts about the Saint.
The faces of the two men grew paler and paler. Without timely medical treatment, their injuries were clearly becoming more and more serious. However, the saint was still a little dazed, as if she had not fully recovered from her emotions.
Seeing this, Ran Ran stepped forward and reluctantly moved the cloth in Luo Jinghua's hand to his own wound.
When the fingertips touched it, Luo Jinghua and Qin Siyi's faces suddenly became strange.
"What is Mr. Shen doing?" Luo Jinghua was like a cat with its fur standing on end.
Shen Yanwen was so anxious that he kept talking in his mind, "Don't use my body to do such weird things!"
Ranran didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and a sentence came to her mind.
"People with dirty minds find everything they see dirty."
The situation of these three men at this moment is somewhat similar to this statement, even though the circumstances under which it applies are completely different.
In fact, it is understandable. In the eyes of Luo Jinghua and Qin Siyi, she who is holding Shen Yanwen's body is undoubtedly their love rival. They don't have time to hate each other, but suddenly she looks caring and concerned about each other, which is really terrifying.
Ran Ran sighed and spread his hands, "His Highness doesn't need you to heal his wounds at all. If I really want to relieve His Highness's worries, I'd better protect my own life first..."
"It will be for another day."
The two of them were stunned for a moment, and then they said excitedly: "Who said you have a future! You have no future here with His Highness!"
Before Ranran could interrupt, Qin Siyi had already started arguing with Luo Jinghua about the title of the Saint.
"Who allowed you to call him His Highness? You are not a dependent, how shameless!"
"I can call you whatever I want. His Highness hasn't spoken yet. Why are you objecting to anything? You are the one who is afraid that others will shake your position. How shameless!"
Ran Ran shook her head helplessly. She could see that even though these two people were seriously injured, as long as they stayed by the side of the Saint, they would be in high spirits and let others heal them...
She was really worrying too much.
In any case, the Wushan War finally came to an end. Many people died and lost their lives, and could no longer move forward on the path of cultivation.
The Demon Realm lost its most important and prestigious Demon Lord, and the casualties of the seven major sects were countless... Ran Ran couldn't help but look at the Saint...
And all this, in the end, only gets a saint with the mental cognition of an ordinary person. Is it worth it?
Before thinking too deeply about it, Ranran smiled at herself in self-deprecation.
There are many things in this world that cannot be calculated whether they are worth it or not.
The world is an extremely complex world. It is never a scale with precise scales and is always fair. You will get as much as you put in.
The laws of the world have never been like this.
If people want to continue to live as human beings, they must realize this.
Ranran's gaze shifted to the floating clouds in the sky. What a saint with compassion, empathy, and understanding of joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness could do might be far more than what was lost on this land today.
This is probably what the Demon Lord planned.
A few days had passed since the battle of Wushan, and the entire Wushan was operating as usual, and even the entire Demon Realm was not shaken, as if the Demon Lord had just gone into seclusion again like before, and had not left permanently. However, the shake caused by the Host Alliance was much greater, as they had lost too many people, and the high-level cultivation was almost cut off.
It’s just that the Host Alliance is far away from Wushan, and Ranran has only heard about it, which has no impact on her.
Now she had no time to care about the Host Alliance or Wushan, because the feeling of leaving in her heart was getting stronger and stronger, but she never really reached that limit.
It's like looking at flowers through the fog, there always feels like there's a layer of separation.
Ran Ran realized that it should still be related to the Saint.
Wu Ning's original meaning was that she could regain her memory in this world, and then successfully leave this world and return to her original world.
And in this world, the only person who can make her feel a strong sense of similarity is the Saint. This is probably why Wu Ning placed her soul on Shen Yanwen.
Now that the battle of Wushan has come to an end, Ranran can feel that something that has been imprisoning her memory is loosening, but it is still missing that final touch.
In short, she still lacked understanding of the Saint, so she was also still a little short of regaining her memory.
What loosened the things that imprisoned the memory was the chess game that the Demon Lord had painstakingly set up. He made the saint realize what it meant to be a human being.
Ranran, who saw it all from beginning to end, naturally understood what it meant to be a human being.
This move simultaneously eliminated the inhumanity in both of them.
But understanding what it means to be a human being is not enough. Ranran still lacks something, and this thing she lacks is exactly what the saint lacks.
Just when she was about to reach that limit, the saint's invitation was delivered to her palace.
"Lady Saint said she has something to share with Master Shen."
Ran Ran happily accepted the appointment. Now she can be sure:
Her departure must have happened after the conversation with the Saint.
Once again, he came to the back mountain that was exclusively for the Saint, walked through the plum blossom snow path, saw Qin Siyi playing with the white tiger, and passed through layer after layer of palaces. Ranran finally saw the Saint for the first time after the Battle of Wushan.
It was still the same desk and cushion, but this time the jealous Qin Siyi and Bai Er were missing.
The saint at the head had a calm expression, which was a clear change from before the battle of Wushan. Ranran felt it carefully and found that the change mainly came from her temperament.
Simply put, the Saint is now more human.
In the past, she was like a person made of ice and snow. Even though there were some fluctuations due to the arrival of her "kind", she was still full of the innocence of a naughty child.
"Are you worried that I will blame you?"
Ran Ran was stunned when she heard the Saint's voice. Blame her? Yes! Ran Ran was reminded by the Saint, and then she remembered that the trigger that led to the Saint's attack on the Demon Lord was the Saint's opposition to the Demon Lord for her.
In other words, her existence greatly contributed to the Demon Lord's death. Even though the Demon Lord later explained that all this was just a game of chess and a lesson, the Saint, as the person who killed him with her own hands, could not help but dwell on it and fall into some emotional vicious circle.
Ran Ran figured this out before shaking his head blankly.
"To be honest, no, I don't think you would blame me at all."
The Saint was silent for a while, then laughed, "That's right, if it were me in the past, I wouldn't doubt this either."
She raised her clear eyes and looked at Ranran.
"I have changed, but you haven't."
