"This is your favorite place. You often say that beautiful things are always short-lived. Before you can reach out and hug them, they will be gone in a blink of an eye."
She did not listen carefully to the man's voice. The woman surrounded by the man just looked at the flowers that had not yet bloomed. Elena felt a little irritable in her heart. She liked the way she was now, but she knew that if she could not completely cut off this She will feel uncomfortable for the rest of her life if she loses this memory. Maybe this is what the man thinks.
The woman took the man's hand and held it tightly on her abdomen.
"Liszt, do you know? You are just like this epiphyllum. You always like to be alone in a quiet place admiring your beauty. When others want to get close to you, you will reject them with indifference and arrogance, and then bloom your own beauty. Beauty captures the prey. If it is valuable, you will take the prey back to your home. If it is not valuable, the prey will be ruthlessly abandoned. This is you, my favorite man, you are an out-and-out bastard. "
Lester suddenly froze "..."
The woman who was staring at the epiphyllum was still talking to herself.
"Even if we can only love each other for one day, I will be happy with it. Who made me fall in love with you?"
The epiphyllum has bloomed, and the fireflies are rising from the core of the flower. The crystal-clear petals reflect the silver-white magical luster. This is a beautiful sight that is difficult to see by ordinary people, but there is only one viewer left, alone. Sitting on the flower bed, he frowned and slowly lowered his head.
…
"She has made her choice."
Surrounded by greedy flowers waiting to be fed, the woman surrounded by the flowers lay coldly on the flower bed. The bright red ribbon began to spread from her wrists and was covered with sharp thorns, making the gorgeous flowers a little darker and deeper. At this moment, women have become a fatal attraction.
The old woman rarely put down the scissors and bent down to tidy up the woman's messy blond hair. The woman's beautiful pale cheeks were displayed in front of the silent man. On the woman's face, the man saw a smile and also a stubbornness. of resistance.
Although he won, he also lost, completely defeated.
"The blood has made the flowers become more extreme. Now, the garden needs more memories to calm the restlessness. She has left her share to you forever. My child, I am very curious, what choice will you make?"
Without responding to his mother-in-law, Lester knelt on the ground and carefully lifted the woman on the flower bed and placed her on his lap. Everything was like meeting her for the first time.
Xue Baihe became more and more manic, and vines covered with thorns hung from the treetops, approaching the man.
The old woman picked up the scissors and left without looking back, her footsteps hurried.
"Maybe you should forget all this."
Caressing the woman's cheek, Lester kissed the woman's cold lips gently and came close to the woman's ear.
"You're right. I'm a bastard. I say I'm a companion, but I always want to leave you and plot against you. My self-centered arrogance is really disgusting. Thank you for letting me see myself clearly. "
After saying his final farewell, Lester stood up. Facing the flowers that surrounded him and were waiting to be fed, the man pulled out his long knife and his expression suddenly became indifferent.
"A month has passed and I have given you the most precious things, but you are still not satisfied. Now, I have nothing to give away."
Sensing hostility, the flowers began to retreat, and thorns and vines cut through the air, weaving into a web of thorns and heading towards Lester.
It's a pity that the vines can't stretch as fast as Lian Yan's sword light. Broken petals are flying all over the sky. The vines break, spilling a piece of dark purple juice. The man shuttles through the garden, and next to the cold corpse, he sings with the sound of his sword. The lonely dance of flowers.
On the other side, the old woman sitting cross-legged in a tree hole sighed softly, closed her eyes, and let the wail of flowers fill her ears, but there was a hint of joy in the corner of her mouth.
It wasn't until there were no more flowers in sight that Lester sheathed her sword, found Elena from the sea of petals, tied her up with a cane, and carried her on his back.
The old woman appeared not far away at the right time, holding scissors in her hand and pointing to the depths of the path.
"Child, go ahead. No matter whether it is right or wrong, as long as it is the path you choose, it is worth it. No matter what the result is, please be sure to finish it."
Nodding to the old woman, the man left in silence. The old woman bent down, picked up a broken snow-white flower, and sniffed it a few times.
"It's been nine thousand years. So you also have anger and fear? Which side has more? Hahaha."
At the end of the secret flower path is an open flower wall. On the other side of the flower wall is a mountain that is too high to reach the top. From time to time, the deep cave entrance can be heard with chaotic wind whistles like ghost cries. Judging from Easter's own experience, the cave is There are many inner air vents and branch roads extending in all directions, making it easy to get lost.
Fortunately, he was prepared.
"Yin Fulin, it's up to you."
After the shadow cat jumped out of the shadow, it climbed directly onto Lester's shoulder. Through the little devil's remaining desire source, Yin Fulin could sense the general direction.
The cave did not appear dark. Luminous fungi and strange mica crystals emitting colorful light were enough to illuminate the direction. The terrain gradually descended. After going around the fork for a few times, Sturt had to stop. He decided to let Yin Fulin went to explore first.
"Come back when you find the exit. I'll wait for you here."
Putting down his cold body, the man cherished the last time together.
…
Presidio, in front of the tree wall outside the Magic Garden, Ryze was stopped by the warrior guarding the entrance to the tree wall.
"The Magic Garden has not been restored yet, please look elsewhere."
"All right."
Nodding, Ryze turned around and left without hesitation, letting the guard relax.
At midnight, when the last group of summoners left the magic garden, Ryze walked out in the magical light of the arcane teleportation array, wearing a hood.
Ryze already had a complete action plan on how to use arcane teleportation magic to bypass the guards, so the warriors of the Magic Garden naturally couldn't stop him.
The place he saw was full of dilapidation and depression. It was completely different from the colorful flower garden thirty years ago. At this moment, in the garden, Ruiz could only feel the breath of death.
After looking around, he didn't notice any special power remaining among the fallen flowers and willows, so Ryze approached the withered Spirit Blossom Tree.
In midsummer, there is not even a single leaf on the bare Spirit Blossoming Tree. The old branches are yellow and new branches are not growing. Even though the entire magic garden is sending magic energy to the Spirit Blossoming Tree all the time, the Spirit Blossoming Tree cannot leave any leaves for itself. Every cent,
Under the influence of sensory magic, Ryze quickly found the reason for the loss of life of the Spirit Blooming Tree. Deep underground, a large manic ice mist attached to the main root system, dyeing the brown-black roots into ice. Blue, if there wasn't a group of powerful spiritual energy that gently protected the main root system, it wouldn't take long for the ice mist to turn the entire tree into an ice wither.
The strange ice mist absorbs and absorbs the magical energy that the Spirit Tree relies on for its survival. The amazing thing is that the ice mist can convert the absorbed magical energy into ice elements and continue to maintain its own existence, just like It has its own consciousness and life.
Ryze believed that he had a deep understanding of arcane magic and rune magic, but he had never seen a spell that could maintain its own activity, independently establish an energy cycle, and maintain the operation of magic after leaving the caster.
To be irresponsible, this is no different from artificially creating a magical life with intelligence and self-awareness.
This miraculous power is very similar to the power of runes.
Withdrawing his right hand, the light that sensed the magic dissipated, and Ryze frowned.
"If these out-of-control elements attached to the main root system are forcibly removed, the Spirit Blooming Tree will most likely die completely. No wonder three years have passed, and the spiritual energy left by Karma cannot restore the Spirit Blooming Tree to its original state. The gentle energy slowly consumes the mutated and out-of-control ice elements in a protective and containment manner.
Without special means, we can only rely on the power of time to save the Spirit Blooming Tree. This ice mist is what Liszt left behind. Unfortunately, separated by Karma's spiritual energy, I cannot confirm whether there are runes in the ice mist. The aura, but judging from the results alone, only the power of runes can do such incredible things. "
After frowning and thinking for a while, Ryze was not sure whether he could solve the problem of ice fog after dispelling Karma's spiritual energy protection. To be on the safe side, Ryze gave up the idea of further exploration, in case the spirit tree bloomed. Killing him to arouse the hostility of Karma and Ionia is not worth the gain, and will seriously affect his follow-up actions, not to mention that he still sneaked in through space teleportation.
When things have reached this point, no matter whether Liszt has mastered the power of runes or not, he still needs to get in touch with it personally.
"Now that my connection with the holder of the red rune has been cut off, I have nowhere to look for it. It would be better to inquire about the whereabouts of this Liszt... Unfortunately, Karma has passed away. Otherwise, maybe I can find something by looking for Karma. Harvest, at present, there is no way to get more information in Presidio. It is time to go to the Temple of Balance. As the guardian of the Spirit Blossom Festival, the spirit sense who has fought with Liszt should be able to know. Something about Liszt.”
As soon as Ryze stepped forward, he noticed unknown magic fluctuations in the magic garden. Three guards with weapons quickly came to the magic garden under the blessing of accelerating magic, but found that the garden was empty. They sensed magic again. Flow, the distribution of elements in the air gradually returned to normal.
"It couldn't really be..."
"Your perception was wrong. There was no movement just now."
"But……"
"But what? What can you do to an archmage who can freely enter and leave the magic garden through space teleportation?"
"..."
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The brilliant golden sunlight transformed by the giant cross-border magic circle spreads in every corner of the forest. Magical animals and miraculous plants can be seen everywhere. The rainbow white deer and the one-horned Pegasus are accompanied by their friend the ancient saber-toothed tiger, surrounded by the clear magic. The clear water rich in original magic is licking next to the stream. It looks like they are living in harmony. Various pure-blood vastayas and a few rare pure-blood humans gather together to form more than a dozen villages scattered throughout the woods. We live together in this land flowing with milk and honey.
Guarded by many villages, the [Village of the Ancestors] is located in the center. Different from the lazy atmosphere in the past, at this time, in the natural house of the Village of the Ancestors, there are only a few vastayashari who are willing to take care of things. Got together.
"There seems to be a little problem with Pan Sijiena, and an outsider has been brought in."
The man who spoke, Vastaya Shari, had the face of a middle-aged man, his head drooped on the table, his big dog-like ears drooping on both sides, and his dark circles under his eyes were thick and full, making him look a little listless.
"Small problem? Ji Le, forget it. She has always had problems. Guarding the gate of the sacred forest like a dog is her best choice."
Vastaya Shari, a woman with slender white legs crossed on the table and wearing ice silk panties under a short leather skirt, holds her hands on her plump and fair chest, and her pretty face with bright pink facial lines is full of arrogant.
Being hit by an indiscriminate attack, Ji Le, who had canine features, lost his face, but the beautiful winged woman continued without caring at all.
"Haha, only that old lady's face and body suit her best."
"Che'er, don't say that. Although her ideas are different, Pan Sijiena is one of us no matter what, and she is equal to us."
Ahlstrom, who was bare-chested and wearing only a pair of silk shorts, with strong muscles and a handsome young man's face, was holding a petite, cute but expressionless cat girl, licking Che's ear. After licking his dry lips, Ahlstrom turned his head and asked with a smile.
"I am very interested in that outsider, Ji Le, is the outsider a man or a woman? What does he look like? Is he one-tenth as beautiful as our Che'er?"
Shaking his head, Zile whispered.
"It's a man and a woman. It's a pity that the woman is dead. What do you say about the only remaining man... It's not ordinary. Ahlstrom, don't torment Omelia. I need her help."
Putting the young catman girl down from his arms, he straightened the girl's messy clothes and touched the girl's cat ears.
"Go, my Omelia, let me see if that man is qualified to be my 36,792nd wife, Che'er, if you combine with me now, you can go on to One person in the front row~"
Che'er turned away his face in disgust, too lazy to pay attention to Aullon's teasing. However, the petite cat-person girl nodded obediently and handed her little hand to Ji Le, receiving the thoughts from Ji Le.
"It turns out he looks like this. He's surprisingly handsome, even more handsome than Ahlstrom."
The cold and clear voice of the young cat girl made Aullon open his mouth with a look of disbelief.
"Impossible! There can't be a man in this world who is more beautiful than me! Omelia, are you wrong? He is more handsome than me. Is it possible that I want to become that man's wife? No! I definitely won't Accept this result!"
Although she was also a member of Ahlstrom's wife army, Omelia did not violate her conscience and supplemented it seriously.
"Yes, I made a mistake."
Before Ahlstrom could breathe a sigh of relief, a cold voice reached his ears again.
"He's much more handsome than Ahlstrom."
"No!!! I want to be a husband! Not a wife!"
Hearing Omelia, who never bothered to lie, say this, Che'er became a little more curious. Although he had never been cold to men, in the past nine thousand years, there was no one who could praise Omelia so well. There are so few that you can’t count them on five fingers.
Soon, under the construction of Omelia's original magic, a three-dimensional magical human body image appeared in front of everyone.
The shirtless man looked stern, holding a knife in one hand and carrying a cold female corpse on his back.
Glancing at the man who appeared in the image, Che Er hugged the cute Omelia with a smile.
"Omelia, you are right, he is indeed much more handsome than Ahlstrom."
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