âIn the past, a scorpion lived in the desert.â
âHe had no memories, no name, no accompaniment.......and no heart.â
âLiving was meaningless to him and similarly, death had no meaning too so he did not wish to live or to die. He just continued surviving without any aim.â
âUntil one day, another person appeared in the desert. She squatted in front of him, poking his extremely venomous tail with her finger, asking, âHey, are you lonely?ââ
âBut that scorpion did not know what exactly was lonely? Was it a specific sand in the desert or was it a cloud hanging in the skies?â
Because of this sentence, Bi Anâs eyes started shining brightly. That moment, all creations in both the heavens and on the ground lost their color. Gu Mengmeng started to lose focus as she stared at how Bi An was telling the story tirelessly like a narrator, detaching himself from it, as if the story was not his.
Gu Mengmengâs impression of Wang Xiaoxin was a funny woman holding a book of â300 Poems of the Tang Dynastyâ to con and control the entire snow fox tribe for a thousand years, was a cruel woman digging Walesâs heart out in full rationality, was a willful and crazy woman that gave birth to a son so that she could use him to open the doors of time and space.
But, in Bi Anâs eyes, she must had reached a level of beauty which normal people did not know of.
Gu Mengmeng did not interrupt Bi An as she listened to him quietly.
âHer hand was bleeding but she did not seem to care. She just sat on the ground and said to the scorpion beside her, âWhat a coincidence, Iâm alone too. Do you want to accompany me? Accompany me to wait for someone....ââ
âThis accompaniment lasted for 13 winters. She didnât say who she was waiting for or how long she was planning to wait for. In her free time, she just taught the scorpion how to evolve into human form, how to level-up, how to find blocks of black bricks and large stones in this vast desert to layer them into houses.â
âIn the end, she built a city here and named it Fedaton City. In beast language, it meant âdate of returnâ.â
âThe person sheâs waiting for did not return but her son came in search of her.â
âWhen the mother and son meet, they clearly recognized each other but they did not exchange a single word. They just looked at each other for a while before she threw a little snake to her son. Her son then left directly with the little snake....â
Gu Mengmeng frowned, so Snakel came here and met Wang Xiaoxin before but why was it not included in his memories?
Bi An was still telling the story in an indifferent tone. He landed his gaze on Wabei for a few seconds and his gaze became dim. He clearly knew Gu Mengmengâs doubts but he did not answer them for her and just continued,
âAfter her son left, she said to the scorpion, âIâll give you a name, youâll be called Bi An. Thatâs a type of flower, the flower language is devilâs gentleness. When the flower blooms, one red and one white symbolizes death but white Mandarava blooms in the route to heaven and red spider lily is scattered on the way to hell. Help guard the hell for me, if someone comes here with my entrust, give this red spider lily to her and ask her to wait for that personâs return on my behalf....â.â
Bi Anâs gaze landed on Gu Mengmengâs face, his smile making her feel desolate.
Gu Mengmeng could not understand the emotions she was currently feeling. His eyes and the corners of his mouth were filled with happiness but this happiness gave people a heart-tugging bleak feel.
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