[12th story]

[Ansier Fanfan]

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"Fast, withdraw!"

The huge column was crumbling, and the ruin stood on the frozen throne. The young boy opened his eyes slightly, and the scepter floated in front of him. The magicians in the black cloak spit out blood and looked horrified.

"……devil……"

It is said to be a devil by the black magician, which gives people a subtle feeling.

However, everyone understands that it is not the devil's heart, but the devil's strength.

And, the devil's indifference.

The juvenile's look is always flat and quiet, sitting like a delicate ice sculpture.

He gently flipped the slender fingers, and the scepter floated on the five fingers, and the snow lingered.

The black magician was horrified.

......

The time is long, but because there is no wind and no sound, there is no way to calculate the passage of time.

The chain is entangled, and the nails are nailed to the collarbone and wrist. The young boy is slightly coveted, and his expression is still cold. It is not himself who is nailed to the soul.

Pure snow, imprisoned in the prison.

Until one day a hundred years later, the demon prison opened the door and welcomed its new owner.

Yes, the new owner.

The girl’s talent in black magic is unprecedented in Ansair.

The ice and silver scorpion stared at each other flatly.

- This is the person chosen by the Demon Prison.

To some extent, it is his enemies.

However, this enemy has melted the soul nail and slowly approached him.

Ansair never understood kisses and love, but could only open his eyes and found himself strange. Not only did he feel disgusted, but even in the girl's wheezing, he clenched his lips and was slightly dissatisfied.

She is too weak.

Ice and silver are staring at her, and when the pleasure of **** is defeating the reason, he just thinks.

She is too weak...

He has no emotional fluctuations in his life, but since then, he has become less like himself.

Her mind is falling elsewhere, and he will be unhappy. A slight dissatisfaction shows to the pure elves that reason has been completely fallen.

There are many things she doesn't know.

For example, the five-star medal.

The old magician saw the girl's black magic talent. The boy was locked up in the high platform by his own chain, and he looked down at the kindly magician. He hangs down his throat slightly, but thinks plainly:

Can only be killed.

Even if only the opponent's formation can crack the curse of the prison. Even if the other party is a bright magician.

But he doesn't care.

A hundred years ago, he used to be the leader of the light.

But a hundred years later, he can choose to be an enemy of the world and stand on the side of black magic. As long as he likes the girl, the choice is the direction of the darkness.

No reason, just support.

The old magician expressed his sincerity with the medal, only to let the elf boy believe that he would not tell the secret.

"Is it worth it? She may never know." The old magician whispered.

The snowy elf just glanced at him.

Such as the same nonsense.

The lock of the soul began to melt, the intense pain penetrated the soul, and the young boy whispered, and the voice remained clear and steady: "It is not for her to know."

The old magician stunned.

The textbook says that the elves are the purest race.

Never said anything wrong.

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However, a long time later, once again, after being stunned by the baby slut, the elf blinked and the cold voice was wronged:

"I was for you..."

The bitterness meter is the most useful.

I want to be happy with the sheets.