nashuaworldcup Chapter 257 Repair
Chapter 257 Repair
Lan Zhan looked at Wei Ying with a helpless yet indulgent expression, and said with a smile, "Wei Ying, stop fooling around. The post-disaster spirit offerings have all been distributed. If we don't go down the mountain soon, my sister and father might not be able to hold back and rush up the mountain!"
Wei Ying pouted, bored, and straightened up, abandoning his coquettish demeanor. "Lan Zhan, really, can't you just cooperate with me a little more? Okay, okay, I won't mess around anymore, look!"
After grumbling a couple of times, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers. A spark-like crimson dot appeared out of thin air on his fingertip. With a flick of his finger, the dot danced like willow catkins, multiplying from one to two, from two to four, from four to forty... In no time, it had filled the space around the two of them.
The light suddenly recoiled, condensing into countless thin, shimmering red ribbons of light. Following a magnificent trajectory, they climbed from the soles of the two people's feet upwards, winding over their messy hair, which resembled a pile of straw chewed by a dog, completely enveloping them within two dazzling red ribbons of light.
The light streak circled twice at a leisurely pace, then suddenly stopped, and then burst forth like a dazzling firework exploding in the night sky, releasing countless colorful, fluorescent stars. The stunning scene was even shorter than a fleeting moment, disappearing from sight in an instant!
After the light disappeared, the two people who had been hidden appeared. They were a pair of young men, about eleven or twelve years old, with youthful vigor, clear minds and elegant demeanor, and different styles.
Gone was the pitiful state of a refugee fleeing famine. His tangled and messy hair, which had been ravaged, was now completely transformed, growing back into beautiful black hair that would make countless women envious and jealous. Only the ends of his hair still bore the charred scars from before.
Wei Ying, with one hand twirling the frizzy ends of his hair that were completely different from the new growth, turned around and called out, "Lan Zhan, do you think these ends of your hair need a trim? Otherwise, anyone with eyes can tell at a glance what... happened between us...?! Lan Zhan, why are you suddenly blushing again?! I didn't do anything outrageous~, did I...?"
Halfway through his sentence, Lan Zhan's small, bright red earlobes, resembling two exquisite, pure red jade pieces, suddenly and boldly entered Wei Ying's dark eyes as he turned to the side. Those delicate, radiant red hues instantly ignited two blazing flames within those dark eyes.
Wei Ying's breath hitched, and his fluent words faltered for a moment. After regaining his voice, Wei Ying's bright eyes darted closer to Lan Zhan, who was looking down at him, and asked curiously.
Seeing that Lan Zhan's earlobes were getting deeper and deeper, and his light-colored eyes were lowered so tightly that he dared not move in his direction, Wei Ying simply let down the strand of hair that was curled up, and curiously touched his body with both hands, trying to find out what was wrong with him that made Lan Zhan feel strange.
As a result, the soft and delicate touch that didn't feel like fabric caused Wei Ying's mind to go blank for a moment. He instinctively looked down at his clothes and found that more than 90% of the clothes he had worn before were ruined by the ruthless tribulation lightning. Only a few pitiful, irregular, charred rags were left to cover his private parts, while the rest of his skin was largely exposed.
Just moments ago, their skin and clothing were charred black from the lightning strikes, so the two hadn't noticed it immediately. Now, thanks to Wei Ying's magic, their skin has regained its fair, jade-like color, making it quite obvious!
Wei Ying's instinctive embarrassment couldn't keep up with his quirky imagination. When he realized his extremely awkward situation, his first reaction wasn't to blush and quickly find new clothes to cover himself. Instead, he quickly looked up, his eyes shining brightly as he looked towards Lan Zhan, hoping to... cough cough!
What greeted their eyes was a calm, icy blue spiritual energy barrier. It turned out that Lan Zhan had anticipated Wei Ying's reaction and swiftly conjured a spiritual energy barrier between the two of them, decisively extinguishing Wei Ying's chance to act like a lecherous fool!
Wei Ying clicked his tongue in regret, then launched into a string of twisted logic, attempting to confuse Lan Zhan by subtly changing the subject, so that he could get what he wanted!
As a result, Lan Zhan, who was upright and self-disciplined, did not fall into the trap woven by Wei Ying's sweet words. Instead, he quickly and gracefully took out a set of moon-white wide-sleeved robes with white magnolias outlined in the same dark lines from his personal space and put them on neatly without a single wrinkle.
Then, she conjured a three-inch ice-blue dagger in her right hand, carefully trimmed the ends of her hair, and then took out a spare headband and hair ribbon, carefully and meticulously tidying up her long hair, without a single stray hair growing out.
Having just dispersed the barrier of spiritual energy, she held a stack of bright red, narrow-sleeved outfits, each one a third of the way up from the hem and cuffs, embroidered with various hibiscus patterns in two different colors of thread. She stepped forward and, without looking to the side, gently and considerately dressed Wei Ying.
Wei Ying was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and his peach blossom eyes crinkled as he happily accepted Lan Zhan's tenderness.
Lan Zhan's efficiency was off the charts, and Wei Ying cooperated obediently. In a short time, Wei Ying was dressed in a brand new outfit by Lan Zhan's skillful hands. Lan Zhan also carefully and meticulously removed any improprieties from his hair. After a little trimming, he gently tied Wei Ying's hair into a neat ponytail with a red hairband of the same color and pattern.
Only then did Lan Zhan finally release the dagger he had been holding, and his left hand, which was supporting his ponytail, slid down to intertwine with Wei Ying's hand, which was hanging down. His light blue eyes shimmered with tenderness: "Wei Ying, let's go down the mountain!"
"Okay, okay!"
Wei Ying, still dazed, stretched out his empty left hand and drew a series of lines in mid-air with a flourish. Then, he flicked his finger and touched the center of the shimmering runes. The runes reversed, and a familiar gate suddenly appeared amidst a spatial fluctuation that seemed to disappear without a trace.
The two smiled at each other, and stepped hand in hand into the open doorway. With that one step, they left the mass grave and entered a new century!