Sherlock suddenly felt something was wrong. With such a heavy wind and rain, if he died, the heat on his body would be dissipated immediately.
But Mirlu, who was now nestled in his arms, had almost no difference in body temperature from his.
"Mir..." He gently shook the body in his arms.
The opponent's status in the Vision of Truth has been fully revealed. If 17% of the remaining health points can't explain anything, then the weak health recovery cannot be fake.
Being able to restore life on one's own means that the other party's body system is still intact, and at best he is in a coma.
Semi-natural transformation—Wind Fairy!
Sherlock held the fire grass and threw healing spells one after another. He was sure that he had just seen the opponent's health return to zero. Although he didn't know why he was resurrected now, he wanted to help her recover first.
The health value is always correct.
Listening to the anxious and expectant calls, Mirlu couldn't keep pretending even if she was reluctant to let go of this embrace. She opened her eyes with difficulty as soon as her eyelashes blinked.
"Is everything okay?" she said softly with a weak look on her face.
"Of course, what about you?"
"You're fine, of course I'm fine too."
Seeing the happy smile that appeared on the other side's lips, Sherlock felt distressed for some reason, and in this distress, there was an inexplicable throbbing.
Mir Lu had already seen what she wanted in the other person's eyes, and she obediently closed her eyes again, silently looking forward to it in her heart.
If the other party didn't seize such a good opportunity, she was really afraid that she would not be able to control herself.
Speaking of which, Sherlock is not such a person who doesn't understand the relationship between men and women. It's just that he always has a grudge in his heart when changing his partner to an NPC. Therefore, even though Mirlu was so attractive to him, he never made any practical efforts.
action.
Until this accident...
He could still accept Lan's death because of the possibility of resurrection, but when he saw Mirulu dying in front of him, the pain that hit the deepest part of his heart was really many times deeper than the physical pain.
The difference also benefited from this, and he finally recognized his own heart. He really liked Mirlu, even if the other person was just an NPC.
Sherlock's Adam's apple rolled, and he seemed to have finally made up his mind. His firm eyes were full of the other person's pale face, and then slowly moved to the pretty facial features, and finally focused on the pale lips with a hint of bright red.
superior.
He slowly lowered his head, and the lips continued to enlarge in his sight, until the warmth came again, and he closed his eyes, immersed in the dream at the moment.
…
an hour later
Sherlock looked at the figure who had just walked out of the bathroom and asked, "Mir, how did you come back to life?"
"I don't know, but it should be the reason for the wind elemental seed in your body." Mirlu wrapped her hands around the strong wind and said while blowing her hair: "Hey, you can become a monkey and help me dry it.
"
Well, I think about how high-spirited he was when he was holding a silver fire wooden stick, standing alone on the top of the mountains, smiling at the bunch of chickens and dogs. Now...
"Hurry up, if it weren't for you, would I be in this mess?"
"Well, okay, right away, right away."
Now it's better to listen to the other party's words obediently. Sherlock completed his transformation, controlled the temperature of the flame in his hand and stretched it out.
The strong wind is heated at high temperature to form an extremely efficient hair dryer, which is definitely a must-have for home and travel.
"Then can your strength be restored?"
After understanding Mir Lu's attribute status in detail, he realized that the situation was not as simple as the other party made it appear.
The level and grade have indeed remained unchanged, but her wind elemental heart has lost its activity due to excessive energy consumption.
In other words, she now has a powerful panel, but she can't even cast the simplest spell. She can only use some small skills related to the wind element, which is similar to her performance before awakening the blood of the wind element clan.
"Still not sure, the temperature should be lower, and still lower."
"Don't worry, I will definitely help you find your power." Sherlock knew how obsessed Mirru was with her pursuit of power. Besides, whether it was the cause of this situation or the current relationship between the two, this kind of
Everything is what he should do.
"Don't worry, I used to pursue power because I wanted to change my destiny, but maybe it's no longer necessary now."
"Why, have you changed your mind?"
"No!" Mir Lu stopped holding Qianfeng, turned around and said with a smile: "It's just that you can help me change it in the future."
This is probably the most difficult commission Sherlock has ever received since he became a professional gamer, or the heaviest responsibility, so heavy that he dare not agree rashly.
However, this feeling of being trusted and relied upon by others is really good.
"Haha!" He still answered with his own smile, or it was a promise.
"Why are you giggling!" Mierlu said angrily: "I'm going to change clothes, you're going to wait and see, right?"
Bang!
With the sound of the door closing, Sherlock walked alone towards the hall downstairs.
He was staying at the famous Trident Tavern. It was already late at night, and there were still many customers in the tavern lobby. Most of them were players, playing games in groups or chatting about the latest current affairs and gossip.
A sea elf was leaning on the bar. After seeing the person coming, he wiped away the fatigue of staying up all night and asked with interest: "What's wrong? Did you get kicked out of bed by Mirru?"
Sherlock naturally knows this person, Lahara, the princess of the sea elf clan. Probably because of being a half-elf, the relationship between them is pretty good.
Of course, Mirlu also has the status of a tavern waiter, and her relationship with the other party needs to be even closer, otherwise a sea elf princess like this would not have the interest to tease them.
"Mix me a glass of Blue Lagoon."
"Milu's specialty, why don't you let her help you adjust it?" Lahara asked curiously.
"You're a tavern that actually recommends customers to mix their own drinks. I'll drink it later, so give me a glass of boiled water first."
"Sorry, it has been adjusted. It's 599 gold. Thank you for your patronage."
Well, Mirulu had indeed mixed this wine for him before, and it tasted very good, so he wrote down the name. But what he didn't expect was that this small cup would cost 599. Drinking unicorn blood is not that expensive.
Bar.
Hiding in a corner, while drinking a heartbreakingly high cocktail, Sherlock also began to review everything that happened that night.
