Mo Ling'er was stunned all the way, and she didn't say a word in the face of Teacher Ye's comfort. She stood still in place several times. If Ye Fan hadn't stopped in time every time, she would have been wet by the rain. (Look, again)

Ye Fan initially spoke a few words of comfort, but later he became silent and put himself in his shoes and thought about it. The so-called despair was nothing more than that. The cold rain slid down the umbrella and dripped on Ye Fan's shoulders, which quickly made half of his body wet, but how could this coldness be worthy of Mo Ling'er's heart?

Not only the talent of the spiritual path, but even her life is continued by the Void Spirit Stone. The principle is also very simple. The power of sealing the Void requires extremely huge spiritual power. It is this spiritual power that forces it to continue her life, but this also caused the seal to gradually weaken. Although the Void breath has not yet been revealed, it may not be delayed for long. When the seal's spiritual power completely dissipates, there are only two consequences waiting for Mo Ling'er, and he is swallowed by Void, or he will die directly.

No matter which result is, not to mention that she cannot accept it, Ye Fan cannot accept it either, but what can I do? The human race's research on emptiness has stopped at the era of the Demon Era. Although he is a Holy Spirit, he is helpless in the face of this situation.

Mo Ling'er suddenly squatted down, and Ye Fan hurriedly stopped and leaned over the umbrella as much as possible to cover her up the wind and rain. This is all he can do now.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Ye Fan asked softly.

Mo Ling'er shook her head, staring at the ground in a daze, pointing to the red flower that was broken by the heavy rain and asked, "Teacher Ye, is this... a flower?"

Beifeng City is located on the ice field. It has a dry and cold climate all year round. Except for some trees, most plants are difficult to survive, let alone the fragile plant of Flowers. This unknown red flower may not be unusual elsewhere, but it can be regarded as a wonder in Beifeng City.

"The achievements of the Science and Technology Department a few days ago were quite failed. It is said that it has transformed many plants suitable for the northern border, but it is only theoretically feasible. In fact, they almost died after living for half a month. This place should be the last planted area, and there are still many living, but it is also..."

Ye Fan subconsciously stopped his words and couldn't help but feel a little guilty in his heart. Even though he knew about Mo Ling'er's situation, he still said these bad things. Who knows what this technology is studying and does everything he wants to be unworthy of.

In this complex world, you may never see what kind of despair and pain a girl who appears to be smart and mature is suffering. Some pain is superior, and some pain is spiritual. The former can bear it, while the latter... only despair.

"Is it dead?"

Mo Ling'er gently touched the little red flower that had already died, and the rain dripped down her hair, drop after drop.

"……Um."

“Has it lived?”

"Living, no matter how short the time is, it has also had life and existed in this world."

"Teacher Ye, how much time do I... have to do?"

"Two years at most."

Ye Fan hesitated for a moment and told her the answer. At the current rate of the loss of sealing spiritual power, it would disappear in two years without any accident. But this is not absolute. If the person who made the virtual spirit stone could be found, he might know what the seal spell was, so that he could replenish his spiritual power and continue the existence of the seal, so that Mo Ling'er's life could be maintained accordingly.

How could the person who made the Void Spirit Stone reveal his whereabouts? If he does such a taboo thing, once he is found out by various races, he will face endless pursuit. The only clue now is the two envoys from Nanyu Kingdom.

"Enough, two years have been enough. Teacher Ye, do you remember? When I first arrived in Lingwan, you asked me... No, it was the two of us." Mo Ling'er suddenly smiled, like a person who was fine.

Ye Fan remained silent. Of course he remembered that in early spring two years ago, all the senior class three of the Lingyao District he led graduated, and Lingwan welcomed a large number of freshmen. He still remembered that Mo Ling'er was just a timid girl at that time. Whether in class or after class, she was alone reading books silently and did not communicate with others.

Most of the spiritual magic system are noble children, and Mo Ling'er can't fit into that circle at all, but she works more than ten times harder than these noble children. She can still ensure her studies while working and making money. It is this that touched Ye Fan. He always takes time to answer Mo Ling'er's questions, chats with her, and helps this timid girl as much as possible.

Mo Ling'er did not disappoint him either. She was a junior spiritist, an intermediate spiritist, a senior spiritist, and a great spiritist. In just two years, her realm improved by an outrageous speed, and even alarmed Ye Bei and was awarded the Knight Medal.

"I thought you would ask us like other teachers why we should learn spiritual path and what we want to do after graduation, but no, you asked us very seriously, is there something you are willing to give your life for? If you only have three days left to live, what are you going to do?"

Mo Ling'er paused and continued, "I still remember that there were only four people answering your question at that time. Many students didn't know how to answer. I was the same. You were very dissatisfied with this and deducted points from all of us. We also told us that unless the answer satisfies you, you will deduct one point first every semester. To this day, I have been deducted by you for four credits."

"Yes, I was really disappointed at the beginning, so do you have the answer now?"

Looking back on all the things that happened back then, Ye Fan couldn't help but smile. These two questions were indeed too difficult for a twelve or thirteen-year-old student to answer. He still remembered that Witt gave a ridiculous answer.

"Teacher Ye, I am willing to sacrifice my life for the donuts! If my life only has the last three days left, I will definitely buy a house donut and eat it all the time! Otherwise... or there will be no chance."

Ye Fan's first question seems simple, but it is actually very complicated. It points directly to the heart. Everyone will have different answers. Some are willing to give their lives for freedom, some are willing to give their lives for faith, some are willing to give their lives for honor, and of course there are also those like Witt who are willing to give their lives for donuts.

Mo Ling'er did not answer. She bent over and picked up the dead red flower on the ground and gently raised it. The originally broken petals disappeared into the rain curtain in a blink of an eye.

"Do you remember what the teacher said in the first class? You are my Ye Fan's students. As long as you stay in Lingwan for one day and I am still alive, you must be responsible for you."

Ye Fan stretched out his hand, and the wind direction suddenly changed. The red flower that had disappeared returned to his hands again, but the flower had become fragmented. Even as a holy spirit, he could not restore it to its original state. The dead ones could never come back. The manpower would finally be exhausted. At this moment, Ye Fan suddenly realized that this was Mo Ling'er's answer.

"Thank you, Teacher Ye, I really... thank you very much for your care in the past two years."

Mo Ling'er's eyes were red. She walked out of Ye Fan's umbrella regardless of the wind and rain. The heavy rain instantly made her wet through, but Mo Ling'er no longer cared. She turned around and bowed to Ye Fan three times, then disappeared into the rain without looking back.

Ye Fan did not chase after him or say anything. He just stared at the broken flowers in his hand. The spiritual array appeared on the back of his hand. The huge wooden spirit gradually gathered, but no matter how he tried, he could not arouse the vitality of this flower. It died, completely dead...

...

Mo Ling'er walked quickly, but she had no idea where she should go. She was just constantly wet in the rain, so cold that her whole body was shaking to calm down. If she continued to stay by Ye Fan's side, she was afraid that she would really collapse.

It turns out that the talent of spiritual path is only given by the Void Spirit Stone, so what is my hard work over the years?

Only two years left, is it all meaningful?

A confused and helpless girl was strolling in the heavy rain. She had no resentment or resentment. She just felt helpless and disheartened. If it weren't for the Xu Ling Stone, she might have died long ago, but she really didn't want this destined fate.

Where should I go now?

What should I do?

Mo Ling'er had no answer. She wanted to pretend that she knew nothing. She went to dinner with Qiangwei and the others as usual, prepared papers, taught autumn spells, and strolled around the commercial streets, but she really couldn't do it.

A person's ability to bear is limiting, and the same is true for her. She really can't bear so many blows that have happened in the past few months.

"This beautiful lady, you don't seem to have an umbrella. If you don't dislike it, you might as well tell me where you are going and I can send you a ride."

The rain suddenly disappeared, and it seemed that I had heard this sound, but Mo Ling'er couldn't remember it for a moment. She raised her head blankly, and stood a man with blue eyes and red hair, tall and thin figure, and very luxurious clothes. He was holding a black umbrella and looking at himself with a smile.

“…Sir Mo Nan?”

Mo Ling'er rubbed her eyes and carefully identified it again. The person in front of her was indeed Mo Nan. The soft light shone through the window and reflected Mo Nan's face. She didn't know when she actually walked to the door of a restaurant on the commercial street.

"Where are we not meeting in life? Ms. Ling, we meet again. Do you think this is a kind of fate?"

Mo Nan tried hard to organize the language and tried to show his gentlemanly demeanor, but he knew clearly that Lingwan announced his opening to the public these days, so he hurriedly came to find Mo Ling'er. However, Lingwan was too big and there were countless classes, and there were nowhere to be found by searching.

However, just now, on the same rainy day, without an umbrella, and by chance he saw it, Mo Nan even wondered if the gods heard his voice.

“…Puff haha.”

Mo Ling'er lifted her wet hair and looked at Mo Nan and couldn't help laughing. It was this old-fashioned chat. She suddenly understood that living at the age of seventy must be more lucky than living at the age of seventeen?

Life gives meaning to time, not time gives meaning to life.

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