The fake daughter was not exposed today

"Is he really older than you?"

I am almost 30 years old, but my mentality is like that of a 30-year-old.

Shan Zhe frowned and thought for a long time, "Maybe men remain young until they die."

The topic was forcibly ended by this amazing answer.

"Let's see if there are other directions. We can reunite with Lan Bao and the others as soon as possible." Jiang Fu walked up the stairs eagerly. "I'll lead the way this time. Maybe we can get lucky."

Cabin monitoring room.

"A little disappointed." Zero stared at the messy room.

Monie was eager to try and flipped through his experimental plan. "Come on, sir, let's go to the cabin to do the experiment."

He was looking forward to it. After all, helping a person who was almost a god and coming into contact with another god was a great temptation for a mortal.

Life is short, and being able to be a part of a legend is worth it, even if he returns to his hometown to grow potatoes in the future.

He patted the furry creature beside him.

"Alright, little one, go on patrol and don't let anyone get close."

The little guy walked out without saying a word, his pure white tail hanging down and swaying slightly behind him.

Jiang Yiran could feel the fear creeping and swelling in her bones.

"I have always been jealous of my brother. It was not until I saw what happened to him that I realized that I was not jealous of him. I was just too obsessed with my unnecessary identity." Xie Zhen's voice echoed in her ears.

At this moment, Jiang Yiran suddenly remembered a certain afternoon.

That day, Jiang Zhongcheng had a rare day off and took Ling Xici and Jing Yilan to Ximan's ranch.

She stood on the second floor of the manor, staring at the girl on horseback.

She actually wasn't very good at controlling a horse. She looked back with a somewhat melancholy look and wiped her face in an unladylike manner.

At that time, she misinterpreted this behavior as being pretentious.

Ling Xici looked after Jing Yilan tenderly and lovingly, just like the mother in her dreams.

She walked over.

Although it might ruin the atmosphere, she was mentally prepared.

She took a step, ready to leave the shadow of the building.

"Thank you, Mom and Dad."

"You're finally willing to call us that."

Jiang Yiran couldn't quite hear what they talked about excitedly afterwards. She just knew that at that moment, she could be considered a child without parents.

Because Jing Yilan took her parents away.

or……

Haitang Jieyue carried the person for a while before Jing Yilan slowly woke up.

"you……"

"Awake? Lan." Jieyue put her down, "Let's go find Sister Jiang Fu."

Jing Yilan shook her head and said, "No, let's go find Qin Yun and the others."

When she fell, she saw through the blurry ice that Qin Yun was being chased by the man who had set up the plan. Jiang Fu had Dan Zhe by his side, so she was not too worried.

At the very least, she needs to be responsible for the friends who accompanied her and ensure their safety.

"The person you care about is not just Sister Jiang Fu." Jie Yue changed his posture and supported her.

"Maybe it's because as I grow older, I get to know more people, and my definition of friends isn't as narrow as it was at the beginning." Jing Yilan leaned on her shoulder, "But Jiang Fu is the most special one among our friends."

Kaidou Yuzuki nodded.

That is to say, you can regard many people who are friendly to you as friends, but the most important people must be labeled.

The world of real life is indeed too rich.

Come to think of it, those people should also be Sister Jiang Fu’s friends, so friends of friends can also be her friends.

Two people pushed open the door of the room.

Jiang Yiran saw a familiar person.

Completely different from the annoying and pretentious look in her memory, at this moment, she looked very weak, but her eyes were calm.

Without the familiar melancholy, her calm eyes fell on her body, like a slow slicing of flesh, dissecting her embarrassment bit by bit.

Just like when she heard the word "Mom and Dad".

Between the two of them, she is actually the weaker one, but she is trying to be strong and is hiding it.

Jing Yilan stared at the person in front of her.

In her impression, Jiang Yiran has always been strong, like a sudden storm that comes in front of her and destroys everything.

What she saw was completely different from the Jiang Yiran she had in mind. She was locked in a huge glass jar with tubes inserted into her back. It seemed that some substance was being transported to somewhere through the tubes.

Like a poor animal trapped in a cage in a laboratory, about to be dissected.

At that moment, she heard a very faint sound of music, which belonged to the person in front of her.

The noisy and sharp metallic tunes dissipated completely, leaving only the sound of broken strings and cracking drums, pitiful and desolate.

But Jing Yilan didn't feel anything.

She walked over and gently touched the glass wall. "You will have a day like this too, Jiang Yiran."

She couldn't tell what tone it was, but the grudges between her and the person in front of her were no longer important to her.

Jiang Yiran lowered his head, which was rare.

At this point, the ill-fated relationship between them can no longer be resolved.

"Maybe I was jealous of you before." She lowered her head.

She hated her because she envied her for being loved by others, was jealous of her innate excellence, and was jealous of her increasingly rich soul.

Hate yourself for being actually fragile and extremely lacking in love.

So, when Xie Zhen handed her the small box, she made a wish softly.

She wanted someone to love her, so her talent really took effect.

But the most ironic thing was that Xie Zhen was even more powerful than she had imagined. She was countered and stuffed into this jar, her life being drained away all the time.

"sorry."

she whispered.

She couldn't hate herself, so she vented her anger completely on her. But in the end, what she hated most was her own weakness.

No matter how much powerful force is given, it is still empty and weak.

Jing Yilan covered her hand with her palm, her eyes calm.

The glass shattered in an instant, and Kaidou Yuzuki pulled the person back in panic.

The pipe couldn't bear the force and Jiang Yiran fell down.

She slowly stood up and staggered towards Jing Yilan, feeling that her life was like a candle in the wind.

It seems that dying in her arms wouldn't be a bad idea.

The incident started with her, and she died to atone for her crime.

But that seems too boring.

Jing Yilan met her gaze, then looked away.

Jiang Yiran left without looking back and walked out of the room.

Rather than dying in her arms and leaving a vivid memory in Jing Yilan's youth with her own life, she felt that it would be better for them to have nothing to do with each other from then on.

She would choose a quiet place to lie down and wait quietly for fate to decide.

This is her own choice.

Jiang Yiran leaned against the wall, feeling the remaining life in his body dissipate bit by bit.

She noticed light footsteps in front of her, like the sound of some animal's paw pads stepping on the ground.

The moment she raised her head, she saw a pair of wolf ears trembling gently.

After that, she only felt as if something was pulling her soul towards some unknown but warm place.