He said and gently let go of his hand.

At this moment, he heard the system prompt.

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[NPC (Siboer) favorability: 50+10]

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A cold hand, covered with thick calluses and scars, suddenly grasped his hand.

The sticky mud slid between her palms, bringing a slippery and disgusting touch, but she did not let go. Instead, she relied on his strength to slowly stand up from the mud.

Her movements were slow, but the hand she held was strong. When she stood up from the black mud, she slightly opened her lips and showed a faint smile.

"What a challenge." She said, "I accepted the challenge."

She raised her head and managed to stand up straight, her legs trembling. She supported Su Mingan's back with both hands and climbed up with great effort.

Su Mingan carried her on his back again.

Frankly speaking, Sibor's favorability level is the hardest he has ever encountered. Her temperament is extremely wild, like a lone wolf licking her wounds. She is obviously a teenager, but her perception and alertness are not as good as hers.

He is low, even has considerable combat wisdom, and has his own unique insights into everything in the world.

It's really hard to fool such a person. She grew up in this kind of environment, which is completely different from the simple existence of Jasmine Qingqing.

He carried her on his back and walked in the endless darkness, trying to find a way to break the situation.

Even though her mental state was very bad, Siboer behind her remained very quiet. She pursed her lips tightly, lowered her head, and closed her eyes.

"I'm going to sleep." She repeated: "I'm going to sleep."

In order to ensure that her mind would not go insane again, she wanted to fall asleep quickly while she was still awake.

"Do you need me to sing you a lullaby?" Su Mingan said casually.

Siboer laughed: "No, I can sing it myself."

She said, her voice very soft:

"Before my mother passed away, she would sing songs to me. Although the songs were difficult, she would always sing. As she sang, I fell asleep."

...Of course, after that, after being exiled from the First Tribe, she learned to sing on her own.

During the many nights when she was hungry and cold, huddled in a thin quilt, shivering, she sang.

She sang as she forced herself to sleep and prepared for the next day's hunt.

As she sang, she would forget everything she had encountered and fall asleep peacefully.

... She knew that no one would be at the bedside to care for her in a soft voice or sing her a lullaby.

So she can sing it herself.

So she could only sing by herself.

Even later, someone carried her and sang this song to her in the sky full of flames, but that memory became increasingly blurry, and gradually faded in her memory as time went by.

"I'm going to start singing." She said and fiddled with her hair. The bright red flower of cursed fire was very dazzling among the white hair.

"I'm listening." Su Mingan said.

Xiboer coughed lightly and slowly closed her bloodshot eyes.

"In the wilderness far away." She opened her mouth and sang softly, her voice like a slowly flowing stream:

"In the silent dawn."

"...I watch your shadow."

"In the collapsing sky."

"In the pale cry."

"...I watch your shadow."

Her voice is soft and gentle, floating in the silent dark space, like a harmonious children's song.

"In the ethereal darkness."

"In the years of hesitation."

"...I watch your shadow."

"In the shadow of the lamb, the serpent and the raven."

"I trace your shadow."

"In the fantasy of blue sky, stars and moon.

"I chant your name."

Her slightly swaying silver thread brushed against his shoulder.

There is a natural breath of green grass on her body, which reminds people of the boundless wilderness.

Completely different from the dank, gasoline-like smell around her, her temperament is fresh and clean.

She sang in a low voice, her voice getting quieter and quieter, and her breathing getting slower and slower.

"I don't understand spring breeze, lilac and rain."

"I can't see the sea, the tide and the shells."

"...I was born into the night, I don't understand day and light."

"The black raven is in the tree, and I am listening to the sounds of the night."

"The light of day is too bright, I am in your sleep."

"How wonderful, freedom and light."

"..."

"...I am so, so eager to meet you."

Her voice gradually dropped to nothing.

The sound of shallow breathing came.

She fell asleep.

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[SAN value: 60 points]
Chapter completed!