Na'er, I'm Na'er

Prayer was useless; Yang Fan could only believe in coincidence.

Looking at Na'er before him, he admitted he preferred Gu Yue.

Gu Yue's appearance wasn't as stunning as Na'er's, but the way she was so attentive and considerate, constantly pulling him in and pushing him away in the original work, had truly hooked his younger self in his previous life ^o^.

Yang Fan stood in a standoff with Na'er for an hour until the sky grew dim, and a luxurious black extended soul-guided car drove past in the distance.

"You..."

Yang Fan crouched down, his gaze level with hers, his slender fingers subconsciously wanting to touch her dirt-streaked cheek.

Na'er didn't dodge; she simply watched him quietly, as if looking into a mirror.

"I don't have a home in this world either."

Yang Fan said softly, as if telling her, yet also telling himself.

He retracted his martial soul, revealing his true appearance.

"I've been in this world for a few days, and I thought I had grown used to the loneliness, but seeing you..."

He paused, his eyes growing slightly warm.

"Seeing you, I realized that I hadn't grown used to loneliness; I was just... waiting for someone to stay by my side."

Na'er's eyelashes trembled, and for the first time, there was a ripple in those purple eyes.

Yang Fan reached out, and this time, he didn't hesitate, gently brushing the dusty silver hair from her forehead behind her ear.

"Na'er, my name is Na'er."

Na'er looked at Yang Fan and spoke for the first time.

He followed up by saying her name, his voice low and firm.

"Na'er, from today on, you are not alone."

He stood up and held out his hand to her, palm facing upward.

"We are both poor wretches without a home in this world. Be my little sister. Wherever I go, you follow. I will never leave you behind alone."

Na'er stared at Yang Fan, looking somewhat dazed.

After a while, she reached out her small, dirty hand and, gently yet with absolute firmness, rested her fingertips in his palm.

So this is what it feels like to have a little sister? It's not bad.

What he said to Na'er was nine parts truth and one part lie; he had only been at this point in time for two days and still had Yin'er by his side, so how could he be lonely?

The sense of loneliness he carried was more akin to the "Sorrow of Blood" from the novel Dragon Raja in his previous life—a loneliness born from being out of sync with this era.

However, he did truly feel pity and affection for the Silver Dragon King.

The Dragon God, having succumbed to a "love-struck brain" and brought about his own destruction, left behind a mess that his fragments were now forced to clean up.

Gu Yue Na was currently similar to Lan Yin; she was only in her second life, a brand-new existence with memories of a past life, and forcing the karma of that past onto her was asking too much of her.

Yang Fan liked to tease the Silver Dragon Fish, but it was based on affection; he wouldn't care about a stranger on the side of the road.

Much like that line from A Chinese Odyssey, "He looks so much like a dog!"

Did the life or death of soul beasts really matter to Gu Yue Na?

The Dragon God had split in two, the Golden Dragon King was sealed in the God Realm, and she, the Silver Dragon King, had taken a sword strike from the Asura God and was now lingering on in the Life Lake of the Star Dou Forest, recuperating.

Having finally recovered, the first thing she encountered upon waking was a group of little ants, who had nothing to do with her, demanding she restore their race.

Who was she, the Silver Dragon King?

She was half of the supreme God King-level Dragon God.

She was a natural deity with the bloodline of a True Dragon.

On this continent, aside from Di Tian, she had no kin in the true sense; her kin would always be those True Dragons. This was also why Gu Yue's attitude toward Tang Wulin only truly changed after his "thousand days of burying dragons."

With a little dragon now by his side, he naturally couldn't sleep in the open like he did yesterday.

If it were just him, finding a corner in a mall to rough it for the night wouldn't be a big deal—he had to meditate anyway, and where couldn't one meditate?

Ultimately, Yang Fan still only viewed Legend of the Dragon King as a dungeon; where he stayed didn't really matter.

Yang Fan first took Na'er to a public restroom to wash her face, hair, and small hands, then took the now-presentable Na'er to a nearby Blacksmith's Association to trade some metal he had brought from the Douluo Continent for some money.

It wasn't much, but it was enough.

He took Na'er to a nearby clothing store, had the shop assistant help her clean up and change into clean clothes, and a cute, exquisite little girl emerged.

Afterward, Yang Fan found a decent hotel near the park where he had met Na'er, intending to rest there.

But when he brought Na'er to the hotel entrance, he realized a very serious problem stood before him.

He had no identity.

Na'er had no identity either.

A crow flew by, cawing, as if mocking Yang Fan.

Emmm, in the original work, the identities of Tang Wulin and Na'er were handled by Tang Ziran, a level-four mecha designer, and Lang Yue, a mecha designer and pharmaceutical researcher—two big shots hiding in plain sight.

He was a newcomer; where was he supposed to find a big shot of that caliber?

Rely on these fists of his, which were comparable to a Spirit Ancestor?

Don't make the East Sea Patrol Squad laugh.

This was the era of mechas; ordinary spirit masters were nothing more than little brothers.

Only Titled Douluos could afford to disregard the Federation in this age.

In the original work, Wu Zhangkong only benefited from his Shrek background, and the fact that the captain was in the wrong and couldn't call in a big shot; otherwise, what kind of face would a six-ring Spirit Emperor have?

The East Sea was one of the regions under the strongest control of the Douluo Federation, home to the East Sea Legion, one of the eight great legions.

"Na'er, does your family have any identification or anything like that for you?"

Na'er blinked her large eyes. Although she didn't speak, Yang Fan understood her clearly.

What are you talking about? Na'er doesn't know.

"If two IDs could fall from the sky, I'd even be willing to marry Bi Ji!"

Yang Fan gave a bitter smile. As the dignified possessor of the Heart of Eros, he was actually stumped by a piece of identification.

Relying on his first spirit skill, he would be fine on his own, but he now had a little burden by his side.

He couldn't just ignore this girl who had accidentally crashed into his plans.

If she ended up running off to Tang Wulin's side later, the combination of her love-struck brain and the Sea God's brainwashing methods would be purely aiding the enemy.

"You have quite the imagination. You want to marry the kind, cute, and elegant Bi Ji? You want all the good things for yourself, little one."

Yang Fan turned around, looking at Bi Ji in front of him with some surprise. He had guessed that there must be a Beast following Na'er; the reason it hadn't appeared earlier was likely because it had been delayed by something, otherwise Na'er wouldn't look like a little beggar.

That was why he had tried to fish for the culprit by teasing Bi Ji, the darling of the spirit beasts, but he hadn't expected to hook the real person.

Bi Ji's long hair was emerald green, and her pair of jade-green eyes were as clear as spring water. Her delicate features were soft and gentle, and her face carried a faint, compassionate sorrow.

Today, she was dressed in a long dress interwoven with plain white and cyan, with exquisite green vine patterns embroidered on the hem.

Bi Ji stood slightly on her tiptoes, walked up to Yang Fan, pinched his face, and asked softly, "You aren't from this world, are you? I've noticed you since last night."

Yang Fan didn't pay attention to the slight ambiguity of their current position; he was only nervous, fearing he might provoke Bi Ji's displeasure.

In the original work, Bi Ji was portrayed as specializing in healing and not being skilled in combat, but a Beast was a Beast after all. To most people, even if Bi Ji wasn't skilled in combat, she was not an existence to be easily provoked.

Fortunately, Bi Ji was a dove among the spirit beasts, a classic compassionate saint figure.

Because of this, she had even had a falling out with Di Tian, and it wasn't until the Ultimate Douluo era, when the conflict between humans and spirit beasts eased and spirit beasts had their own planet to multiply and thrive, that the two were able to reconcile and even have their relationship change.

"You... know... me? Don't try to fool me. I don't just mean knowing me in the literal sense."

Bi Ji stared into Yang Fan's eyes and asked, word by word.

As an existence who had cultivated for tens of thousands of years and healed countless spirit beasts and even humans, she was also very knowledgeable about psychology and facial expressions. In human terms, she was at the pinnacle of a psychologist.