"Although I have already separated from the tribe, I am still a mixed elf no matter what."
"Mixed-blood elves are also elves. I don't agree with those sanctimonious elegance, but I won't let some young people harm the tribe because of this."
"But fortunately, the Pre-Whispering Forest has now migrated to the ancient continent. I believe that with the strength of Queen Donna and mentor Sauron, there should be nothing to worry about. After all, the dark elf killer has always been well-informed, and he can escape if he cannot be defeated." p>
Sitting in the tree house, Christine was reminded of her hometown for no reason, a quiet place called the Whispering Forest.
However, she finally shook her head with a wry smile, secretly thinking why she should worry about the other party. After all, the other party was a member of the same ethnic group, and she was just alone.
"On a training trip, I learned two self-created spells, which should be enough, unless a powerful creature that surpasses the ancient beasts suddenly appears in this world."
"Then, let's fix up and end this cultivation journey. I don't know how Boom's cultivation is going, so I'm really worried."
"I still prefer this kind of peaceful life. Thinking about it, I really envy that little girl Rikka. Her strength is already unfathomable without any training."
"The moonlight tonight is so beautiful. Although it is a man-made artifact, it is far more beautiful than the real moon. It is so beautiful that it makes me feel happy."
Christine took a sip of coffee and then said this. She cast her gaze out the window, and finally fixed on the artificial moon.
It is an illusion projected by the alchemy array. You must know that Gloria is a stubborn person who strives for excellence, and her taste is by no means inferior to Christine, so she can naturally create a perfect moonlight.
The chirping of insects sounded, and the shadow of the moth grew longer and longer. Christine suddenly felt a little boring, completely lifted all alerts, and planned to officially end her cultivation journey at dawn.
With nothing to do, Christine first summoned the pregnancy spirit urn that merged with her soul, and then stuffed all the poisonous insects and poisonous weeds, except some precious specimens, into the pregnancy spirit urn.
At this point, Christine's storage bag became empty, except for the necessary daily necessities and dragon crystals, but it freed up a lot of space.
Just because now she lives in the dark forest on the fourth floor of the necropolis Philecht Nalantis. The dark forest is not only full of dark spiritual power, but also the best environment for poisonous animals to grow.
Coupled with Christine's personal cultivation, the growth rate is not only that the plant can be established overnight, but it also shortens the growth cycle by more than half.
Compared with the poisons that can be continuously harvested, Christine naturally cares about the gift Hastur gave to herself, and now she has the pregnant spirit urn of sanity.
Although Christine always looks indifferent and leisurely on weekdays, she is a lonely person at heart. Apart from Hastur and her companions, she is naturally happy to have someone by her side, just like Alberto and Gerard.
Lolia's inseparable relationship.
The whole "feeding process" lasted for several hours. After all, those were Christine's five hundred years of survival. Not only were they of excellent quality, but the quantity was also terrifying.
At first, Zheng Ling Weng was still eating voraciously, looking like a starving ghost reincarnated. But in the end, it gradually slowed down, just like a little girl who wanted another dessert even though she was full.
Children.
"Eat it. From now on, as long as I collect excess poison, how about I give it all to you?"
"But correspondingly, you will never leave me immediately in the future. After all, I don't want to witness your demise with my own eyes."
As Christine spoke, she subconsciously poured the other person a cup of coffee. However, in the end, she smiled bitterly and shook her head. After all, the pregnant spirit urn did not have any other hobbies except swallowing poison.
I saw that the pregnant spirit jar, which was full of food and drink, made a buzzing sound after hearing the words, and then slowly turned its body, looking exactly like a child.
"Sister Christine, I didn't expect you to secretly hide so many delicious foods. Why didn't you take them out before?"
"Don't worry. Now that my soul has merged with my sister's, I can't leave you, so I won't cause trouble."
"But I feel that although I have swallowed a lot of poison, I am still far away from transformation. At least it is completely impossible now."
"I plan to give my sister a little bit of psychic power, but I can't guarantee how much she can do."
After Pregnant Spirit Urn has devoured a large amount of poison, he can also communicate smoothly with Christine. However, only the two of him can understand the communication between him and Christine.
That is not Elvish or Common Language, but a simple soul perception. If there are outsiders present, there is a high probability that Christine will be regarded as crazy. That kind of talking to herself is not normal at all.
Human appearance.
After all, the Pregnant Spirit Urn has always been floating in the air, so it is not an exaggeration to say that it is Christine's magic weapon. At least for now, it still looks like a dead thing, with neither eyes nor any expression. p>
But Christine felt very satisfied when she heard this. She is not a person who judges people by their appearance, or in other words, no matter how the pregnancy is, she will regard the other person as a companion, just like Hastur in the early years.
Kristine thought so, and seemed to be planning to say something more, but the pregnancy spirit jar had already fulfilled its promise. I saw large amounts of dark psychic power continuously pouring out of the jar.
The concentration is unprecedented, and it actually has a viscous feel, as if it is some kind of dark purple gel.
I saw the terrifying concentration of dark psychic power quickly seeping into Christine's body from her skin, but Christine, who had originally planned to say something, fell into a coma.
"Uh... sister can't bear the power of this kind of feedback, right? Then wouldn't I become a murderer?"
"No! I don't want my sister to die! I did something wrong again, why am I so stupid?!"
The pregnant spirit jar's expression went from initial anticipation to confusion after seeing Christine unconscious, and finally settled on panic. The little guy didn't have time to think about anything else, so he returned directly to Christine's body and enveloped her.
Heart.
After all, as long as Christine's heart can still beat, the Pregnant Spirit Urn will be able to swallow those excessive dark psychic powers again, but only at a very slow speed.
Because the Pregnant Spirit Urn will only be affected by the swallowing poison system, it will either become stronger or remain in a semi-civilized state. As for other psychic powers, although it can also swallow them, if it wants to convert them into its own power, it will
It takes some time to digest.
And because of the fusion relationship with Christine's soul, he can now convert his own power into dark psychic power for the other party to use.
Originally, Zheng Ling Weng had good intentions, but he overestimated Christine's level, which was why she fell unconscious on the spot.
Looking back at Christine, before she fell into a coma completely, she suddenly felt a world-destroying dark psychic power seeping into her body. It felt like she had turned into a small fish, while the other party was a piece of fish.
You can see the endless ocean.
A few moths fluttered their thin wings and flew toward the tree house, seemingly attracted by the candlestick. But just as they were about to fly into the tree house, they all turned into powder and disappeared with the night wind. After all, only a great dark mage like Christine can survive such pure dark psychic power.