The bustle of the Aogu City Monastery lingered for a long time, eventually filling the sky and drifting to the north on the breeze. They crossed the Principality of Sisai, crossed the ice sea, and finally merged with the snowflakes, startling an ice field butterfly to fly away. p>
This ice butterfly turned into a ball of fluorescence, and shot towards the ancient continent again, leaped over the sea of rocks, and plunged into the Whispering Forest.
There are only two consequences for lovers who have been separated for too long. One is that they are swallowed up by overwhelming restlessness, and the other is that things have changed and people have changed, and it is difficult to return to the past.
"You lied to me! I have waited for you for decades, and what did I get in return? It was your betrayal!"
"What the hell is she! Get out of my tree house, this is my place, not a space for you, a couple of bitches, to have deep affection!"
"Christine, she and I have become partners and are currently giving birth to offspring."
"I know I'm sorry for you, but you've been gone for decades, what should I do?"
"During this period, she has been by my side and encouraged me to move forward."
"You drank the chewing wine I brewed with my own hands. A dark elf man can only drink the chewing wine of one woman in his life!"
"Why do I want to come back! Why do I have to offend the Queen! And why do I have to miss her so much for so many years?"
"The moon beast sleeps soundly, the night demon sleeps, the son of void and chaos, the human-faced rat and the snake-headed jackal are companions, in my name, the spirit will be decomposed!"
"The bulging blood veins of the body are looming, struggling, madness, the death knell is buzzing in the chest, the end of the nightmare maze, in my name, corpse explosion!"
The memories stop here, the afterglow of the setting sun shines through the leaves, and spots are scattered in the Whispering Forest. The tree house is still the same tree house as before, but there is no more laughter and laughter.
The familiar aroma of tea fills the tree house, the delicate pastries are covered with dust, the small wand of annihilation rests on the table, and the female insect in the giant rock cradle makes no sound.
Another year has passed, and Christine has recently discovered that she was wrong, and very wrong. When she was in the Principality of Cisse, she missed her lover, but now she is in jail.
A dozen two-winged killers stood under the tree house, and a golden-feathered archer lurked in the shadows in the distance. Because dark elves had difficulty in giving birth to offspring, her act of killing two of her own kind directly offended everyone's rebellion.
scales.
"The Great Magister is so amazing. He kills his own people without first questioning his guilt!"
"We didn't hold a formal wedding ceremony, and we didn't get the queen's blessing. Why don't we allow others to pursue happiness?"
"I think it's just that I have stayed in the Augu continent for a long time and left if I don't want to come back. No one cares about a traitor!"
"The mixed-blood bastard just can't do it. The Queen is still too kind. In my opinion, she should be sacrificed directly to the Chaos Holy Vine!"
Christine arranged the mage's robe and immediately stood by the window sill of the tree house. Looking at everything she was familiar with, it was difficult for her to return to that carefree childhood.
Children were playing in the distance, remembering that among them were the children of their friends; the carvings on the tree trunks opposite still bore the names of themselves and their lovers.
Putting away the wand of annihilation, Christine sat back on the wooden stake again, her expression returned to her calm look. Creak! The door was opened, and a figure slowly floated in.
There was no sound, not even a trace of movement, and not even the golden feather shooter noticed it. The man closed the wooden door with his backhand, and then stared at Christine coldly.
"See Her Majesty the Queen!" Christine remained motionless, showing no intention of paying tribute, and making no move to get up.
Silence, a silence like death! The other party did not respond, just stared at Christine quietly, like a cold corpse.
This person's name is Donna, and she is the current owner of the Whispering Forest, the Four-Winged Killer, and the owner of the Arcane Blade. If the Grand Mage is afraid of anything, it is the Dark Elf Killer.
As the pinnacle of pinnacles, the Four-Winged Killer is the nightmare of all magicians. No matter who it is, no one can escape the secret blade of the Dark Elf Queen.
Donna stared at the other person, wanting to say something, but finally chose to shut up. As a woman and a top powerhouse, how could she not understand the feeling of being betrayed?
This is an insult, far better than ordinary people; this is a kind of blasphemy, which blasphemes the oath between two people; this is a kind of deception, but it is for the whispering forest.
As the queen, Donna knew the truth thirty decades ago. But she chose to let the dark elf man go, at the cost of continuing to deceive Christine.
In order to maintain a good relationship with the Principality of Cisse, Donna actually chose the cruelest method, completely ignoring Christine's feelings.
"I drank all your chewing wine. It tastes good." Donna moved her lips and then said this dryly.
But just such an inaudible word caused a commotion outside the tree house. All the two-winged killers drew their weapons, and an arrow wrapped in fighting spirit was nailed in front of Donna's feet.
"Let's break up, I have something to talk to her about." Donna ordered without any surprise, and then the outside of the treehouse became calm again, as if it had never changed.
"Really? But it's a pity that I will never brew chewing wine in the future, never again." Christine still looked indifferent, neither angry nor any emotion at all.
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Time froze again, and Donna slowly sat down on the wooden stake, drinking tea by herself. She had always been suspicious of this dark elf great mage.
There is no other reason. Christine is a hybrid of a pure-blood elf and a dark elf. Although her pupils are pure bright red, her skin is as white and smooth as a pure-blood elf.
There are many such aliens who can resist the forest. They may have reached the pinnacle of cultivation, but Christine is the first and only one.
The two did not have any further communication. Donna was thinking, but Christine knew that this queen would never do boring things, and she would definitely have some instructions for her when she came today.
Time passed by, and the setting sun dyed the Whispering Forest red, turning the skin of all the dark elves into copper-brown. The night bugs roared their throats, constantly venting their short lives.
Christine looked at everything outside the window, feeling helpless and desperate again, but these emotions eventually disappeared and turned into little stars.
Christine suddenly wanted to laugh because she thought of that sneaky little girl and the mysterious space magician boy.
Her thoughts returned to the Principality of Cisse again, back to Highgarden, and back to that quiet dark alley. If she knew the consequences of returning to the Whispering Forest, it would be better to stay in Highgarden, at least to be quiet.
As I thought about it, a drop of tears welled up in my eyes, and then connected into a series, falling to the ground with a crackle. The female insect in the giant rock cradle suddenly woke up, and the flying insects in her body buzzed and hummed.
As a contracted beast, it senses the sadness of its master, which is a kind of despair that feels like death, and it is also a kind of determination to end life with one's own hands.
However, the Dark Elf Queen, who had never moved, suddenly turned her head, and then the mother insect was like a frost-beaten eggplant, but she did not shrink back into the giant rock cradle, stubbornly lying on the edge.