The elves live deep in the Snow Country, where flowers bloom and foliage grows.
There is a huge ten thousand year old tree in the middle.
The trees are covered with beautiful and exquisite wooden houses. The wooden houses form a ring and surround the huge palace in the middle. In the palace live the princes and nobles, the Elf King and his wife and children.
The vast whiteness in front of us and the endless snow-capped mountains are the best barrier for the elves.
"Do you know the way?" The strong wind was raging, bringing waves of ice debris. Xihe pulled up the scarf in front of Ruoslan, his voice buzzing.
At this time, the sky and the earth were completely white, making it difficult to discern the direction.
Ruoslan looked at the snow-capped mountains in front of her and said in a faint voice, "You just need to follow your feeling and you can get there."
"Okay." Xihe nodded. She pulled out her foot that was stuck in the snow, took Ruoslan's hand and walked towards the snow-capped mountains in the distance.
As the saying goes, "Looking up the mountain is like running to death. By the time they reached the foot of the mountain, it was already dark."
He found a leeward place to light a fire, took out a pot, boiled the snow water, and drank until it was warm in his stomach. Xihe sighed comfortably: "Ruoslan, you..."
The young man placed his hands neatly on his knees, his brows were calm and there was no trace of his thoughts.
Only then did Xihe realize that Ruoslan had been quiet and said little since he set foot on the snow-capped mountains.
Although he usually doesn't talk much, he doesn't look as worried as he does now.
"You are heartless. You are about to face your murderous enemy, so you are naturally worried. Do you think everyone is like you?" Gouzi sneered coldly.
Xihe...
She sighed and looked at the sky speechlessly. In fact, she said, what is there to worry about? People kill me, I kill people, there is revenge, there is resentment, why bother to make it so troublesome.
Just like Ruoslan, if she can't do it herself, she can do it for her.
When the time comes to go in, be polite first and then fight.
One is to ask for someone, and the other is to regard Ruoslan as king.
disagree? Then give him a good beating. Being scared, they naturally agreed.
Come to think of it, rather than being ruled by an outsider, it is obviously easier for people to accept a tainted member of the same race.
"What if they would rather die than surrender?" Gouzi asked.
"Who wants to die if he can live well, you?" Xihe sneered coldly. I haven't straightened my butt yet, so I'm messing around here.
The dog choked and stopped talking.
Xihe didn't care either, lowering his head and playing with the belt around Ruoslan's waist.
The elves,
A noble and arrogant race, so innocent and innocent that they are almost cruel.
They were all protected so well that the beautiful days made them forget that in addition to black and white, there was also gray between black and white in this world.
It's obvious that everyone can live in peace, but we have to deal with Ruoslan.
Well now, he's back with a psycho.
Calling himself a psycho, Xihe couldn't help but laugh.
"What are you laughing at?" Ruoslan looked down at her.
There was ice and snow outside. To suit the situation, Xihe swung his way into Ruosilan's arms, saying, "It's too cold. It's warm." In fact, he was taking advantage.
Xihe instantly smiled: "I feel happy when I think that I can see the place where you grew up soon."
Ruoslan paused and lowered the corners of his raised mouth: "It doesn't look good."
"Well, really. What's so good about that?" Xihe untied the belt around his waist seriously.
Damn it, when did it get so complicated?
Her movements were undisguised, no matter how much Ruoslan was thinking, when she got her way, her mind immediately ran away.
