Chapter 833
"What stupid thing did I do?" Sansa demanded.
“The past cannot be traced, and the future is still undecided. It is pointless to say it.” Bran sighed.
"What about now?" Sansa was very unhappy and insisted that the younger brother give an explanation.
"The most important thing now is that your mother and daughter can pass the Long Night safely. But look at your oneself, what are you doing recently?"
" Mother and daughter, she's a girl..." Sansa stroked her stomach, the sullenness on her face turned to a maternal tenderness.
Then she raised her voice again and snarled at the big crow: "What am I doing now? If you would help me a little, now I would lie in my husband's arms, with him for the future. The born daughter sings the song of sleep.
If Aegon is still alive, I don't have to worry about anything now, I can be a mother and wife in peace.
Thousands of plans and plans, are they? I'm not tired?
But I'm a widow and my daughter lost her father before she was born.
Who is this all because of? You say, Bran, because of whom?"
"You mean, you made a choice and I take all the responsibility?"
Bran coldly said: "That's why I don't want to see you, I know it You think and say that."
"Yes, you are the Three-Eyed Crow and know everything oneself wants to know." Sansa pretty face twisted slightly, "Since you know everything, why not Help me once, even once."
"It doesn't make sense," Bran said sadly.
"It doesn't mean anything to you, but it changes my life for me!" Sansa roared.
"Sansa, would you believe me if I told you that I was protecting you, and paying dearly, to save you from the most tragic fate?" Bran sighed.
"Can I be worse than I am now?" Of course Sansa didn't believe it, thinking that the younger brother was arguing, her pretty face turned white and her lips trembled with anger.
The big crow red eyes swept across Jon, Arya, Theon's faces in turn, and then asked: "If I help Sansa once, you say, will she let me help the second and third times? ?
If I help her once and never respond to her again, will she hate me more than she does now?"
"This..." Jon Bowing his head and rubbing his nose, he acquiesced to what Bran said.
Theon was embarrassedly laughed.
Arya didn't hesitate, nodded and said: "She will."
Sansa pulled the pillow from behind and threw it towards Arya.
"Bang - oops!" Arya still had time to roll her eyes, punch lightly, and smash the pillow upside down on the elder sister's head.
"I only ask you to help once, keep Aegon alive, is that asking too much?" Sansa loudly said.
"For Aegon to stay alive, I have to help you countless times. In the end, Jon, Arya, Rickon, and even me, will be dragged down the abyss.
By then, you will lose Not only the husband, but the brother younger sister, even the daughter." Bran indifferently said.
"You're lying!" Sansa shook her head vigorously. "I don't believe that Aegon is doomed. Daenerys has no hostility towards him. As long as she doesn't take action, and as long as you help, Westeros can't hurt his existence."
"Your thoughts are the main reason why he can't live!" Bran sighed, "No one is destined to die, but when I meet you, Aegon will die sooner or later."
"I How can you harm him by helping him with all your heart?" Sansa's eyes widened.
——If you don't help him so hard, he won't be able to live.
Secretly sighed in my heart, Bran said bitterly: "I have seen various endings of Aegon in the River of Destiny, in order to save you and your child, die under Melisandre Magic; for the food of Highgarden, Died by Euron's poison; in order to help you, help us Stark's revenge, encountered an ambush under Riverrun; because you must kill Cersei, Aegon and Kingslayer trial by combat, he died under Kingslayer's left-hand sword; you think wearing Valyrian Steel armor has Win without defeat, want to kill the Others King before Stannis, and finally Aegon becomes a member of the Wights army..."
"There are many, many more, compared with those endings, directly in Winterfell If he fails, it's the best ending. He can suffer a lot less, and you don't have to worry about losing your child."
Jon was stunned.
Arya's little mouth grows.
Theon was in a trance.
Sansa...
"I don't believe it, I don't believe I would be that stupid." She froze for a moment, then shook her head in denial.
Bran's "Sansa" is worse than Cersei, it's too fake.
He must be talking nonsense in order to shirk responsibility.
Bran seemed to have guessed what she was thinking, and pointed out: "Sansa, you have been with Cersei for a long time, you should understand her fatal flaw - unable to recognize oneself.
To put it more directly, Cersei always thinks oneself is the smartest."
"I'm not Cersei, I know myself!" Sansa angrily said.
"You're self-aware and even good at summarizing lessons, which is a plus. But you're used to being stupid, only to realize your oneself's mistakes and omissions, and then to draw wisdom from your last failure.
>I can tell you clearly, I don't help you, it's the greatest help for you; your current destiny is the best of countless possibilities." Bran said solemnly.
"You don't do anything, doesn't it mean that your powerful ability means nothing to me? I don't believe that the omniscient Three-Eyed Crow can't help me at all." Sansa's face was full of words Doubt.
"You don't understand, Three-Eyed Crow belongs to Westeros, not Stark," Bran sighed, "Just like the last Three-Eyed Crow Brynden Rivers, he is a noble illegitimate child of Targaryen, but he sees Destroy the Targaryen Dynasty, and even destroy the family.
You question me now, just as Daenerys questioned him back then.
If I help Stark turn his fortune in the Seven Kingdoms hegemony, so does Brynden Yes, Brynden's predecessor, the last... If all the Three-Eyed Crows were plotting for the family, in the end, it wouldn't be good for their family, nor for the Westeros.
Simple For example, if all Three-Eyed Crows are free-willed, Brynden in the past sees that I will help you in the future, and can directly obliterate your birth."
The big crow's cold red eyes made Sansa wince .
"Everything I see now, the Three-Eyed Crow of all generations may have seen it several decades, hundreds, thousands of years ago, if they are not satisfied, they will solve the problem from the source, solve it You."
"I don't believe it, you're lying to me, you helped Jon, you helped Arya," Sansa cried.
"You're not the same, you can't get enough of it, they just save your life. Sansa, trust me, for you who want to fight for Iron Throne, don't get involved with me, that's the best choice." Bran Sincerely.
"Ah, Sansa, you're fighting for the Iron Throne?!" Jon exclaimed in hindsight.
Seeing the "unfamiliar" eyes of the brother and the younger sisters, Sansa explained embarrassingly: "I'm not a must...it's like walking by the river and suddenly seeing a river floating down the river. It's a big fat sheep that just bleats. Isn't it a normal idea to fish it out with a little effort? If I can't catch it, I won't go into the river and wet oneself's shoes."
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"Ah, you're so small!" Dany exclaimed in surprise.
Second day early in the morning, in the forest 50 kilometers south of Nightfort, she saw Bran wrapped in fur.
He is really small, about 1.4 meters tall, weighing no more than 60 pounds, thin and small, like a stunted child.
Well, he was originally a child, and his real age is only 12 years old. He also suffered from muscle atrophy because of his broken spine and lack of exercise for many years; and because of the hard life beyond the wall, he has some nutrition Can't keep up...
Well, if his disability is cured, I'm afraid the nutrition will not keep up.
Dany glanced at Meera Reed who was smiling shyly beside her eyes and thought rudely.
But looking at the two of them carefully, they are both thin and small, and they really look like a husband and wife.
Like Sansa, Meera also had a big belly. With the help of Children of the Forest, Meera left the crypt with Bran and leaned against an iron tree to meet the Dragon Queen who came from afar.
"Ah, it really looks like a pine tree!" Jhiqui and Irri two horse men maids stared at Children of the Forest, clicking one's tongue in wonder.
"Can my spine be cured?" Although Bran is small, his eyes are deep and vicissitudes of life, like a wise man who has lived for hundreds of years.
Leaf glanced at the horsemen maid, frowned: "Let's talk in the cave."
This Squirrelmen still only wears clothes woven with dry vines, and his hair is messy, like a chicken coop .
"Why don't you wear clothes? Even if you are poor, you always have leather jackets and linen, right? Wildlings also have clothes." Jhiqui said curiously.
"We are the people who sing praises to the earth and the spirits of nature." Leaf said with a sullen face.
"It's Long Night, aren't you cold?" Dany asked.
"You don't have too much cold clothing under your armor, do you?" Leaf asked back.
The cave is much lesser than the beyond the wall shelter.
It's not as simple as furnishings or furniture, and Children of the Forest doesn't have much furniture either. The shelter is very spacious, and there are many stone chambers with different functions in the corridor, including sheep pen, pasture, mushroom manor, fish farm...
This is an ordinary cave that once belonged to bears. There are gaps connecting the underground passages, which are cold and humid.
“How are you guys doing these days?” Dany said curiously.
"There is an underground river, you can fish, and there is a forest nearby, you can cut wood for fire."
Leaf the huge golden - the cat's eyes only have peace and contentment.
"How?" By the fire, Bran had taken off his shirt and was lying on the thick fur blanket.
The skin on his back is as pale as paper, because he is too thin, and the twisted and concave skeleton is clearly visible.
Above the pelvis, there was a lump of gray azure sarcoma the size of a cantaloupe, a mixture of broken bones, muscles, nerves, blood vessels.
"Ah, disgusting!" Irri muttered, covering his mouth.
“Would you like to drink poppy milk?” Dany motioned for the two maids to prepare the surgical equipment.
Jhiqui opened the backpack, took out the jars and jars familiarly and swiftly, and prepared to concoct Ice and Fire World's unique anaesthetic for Bran.
"No, I transfer all my will into the crow." Bran said.
Under the watchful eyes of Bran and a dozen Children of the Forest, the Dragon Queen first scrubbed the back of the "corpse" with high-concentration alcohol, and then separated the strands of red flames from the Dragonflame Fireball overhead. Burn the air again.
The scalpel danced in her hand, the deformed bone was taken out, the sarcoma was cut, the nerves and blood vessels were adjusted, the white light of the Holy Heal swept like a laser line...
“When True God is so powerful, Holy Heal combined with pharmacy and dissect can be so powerful.” Two hours later, looking at the smooth and smooth skin, Bran murmured in shock.
"You go in and try," Dany said.
"Ugh it hurts, it hurts, it's so comfortable, I finally feel the pain in my lower body!" Soul entered, and Bran howled and laughed.