Eighty-fifth bowl of soup (2)

"Do you know what it feels like to be jealous, girl."

"Huh?" Qing Huan's hands stirring the soup paused, and his eyes shifted from the pot to the female ghost. The skirt on her body was already in tatters, and icy blue blood was flowing. Only one of the two pairs of wings, which were transparent like cicada wings, was left intact. The other three were broken and mutilated. The exposed limbs were scarred, and the beautiful face of the elves could not see what it was like—this is her. The appearance before death.

Elves are a rare race, and humans flock to them. They are hunted and sold by humans. The female ghost in front of you is the last of the elves.

They are gentle, kind, warm and hospitable races who are good at music. They have powerful healing powers, but they don't have enough power to protect themselves. Therefore, they are reduced to human beings or become ornamental commodities in the window. Beautiful female elves are the objects that human men love to ravage, and the upper class is even more honored by everyone to own an elves.

It's a pity that now that the elves have perished, they haven't seen this rare creature for a long time.

"Do you know what it feels like to be jealous, girl."

The female ghost asked again, and Qing Huan saw deep regret in her eyes. She continued to stir the soup slowly, while slowly answering: "I don't know." Why do we have this kind of emotion, jealousy, is really strange to her. Thinking about it, she never seemed to be jealous of anyone. To put it bluntly, it was because her life was too miserable. It is a great gift to be able to live. A little bit of kindness from others, she got it like a treasure, and How can I be jealous of others. "What about you, do you know what it feels like to be jealous?"

The female ghost lowered her head, her tears shining brightly, falling drop by drop on the bridge. In fact, any creatures will not bleed or shed tears after they die. They keep the same as they were before death. These blood and tears only give them a little comfort, let their pain be released, and despair can be vented.

Otherwise, you can see, how could there be no change on the bridge surface, and tears falling on it, as if the traces of being evaporated in an instant, disappear without a trace.

"I know." The female ghost murmured. "Because of jealousy, I killed my friends who saved me... and myself."

Its azure eyes were filled with deep pain and self-disgust, and then it knelt on the ground and beat the bridge with bleeding hands, yelling: "Why! Why! Why!" Why are you so stupid! Why do you want to hurt your friends! Why do you want to be jealous! Why do you want to be jealous! Why do you want to be jealous!"

"Why on earth..."

The female ghost tried her best to endure crying, just as she concealed jealousy when she was alive. But jealousy is different from other feelings. Jealousy will not disappear. Jealousy will incarnate the most terrifying demon, open your mouth and swallow you in one bite.

Qing Huan looked at the female ghost quietly, it didn't even dare to cry loudly, and the sad and desperate appearance made Qing Huan unable to help but sigh. She stood up and walked to the female ghost and squatted down, and touched her head. Although her long azure hair was messy and knotted, she could still look smooth and supple before she was born. Elves are beautiful and lovely creatures, and she is not willing to make such creatures sad.

"Alright." Qing Huan said softly, "Don't cry, things are not irreversible, you tell me what happened first, it will be much better to say it." No matter what kind of emotions, always silent in my heart. Patience, anyone will collapse and go crazy.

The female ghost raised her tearful eyes and looked at her. Qinghuan took it to the chair and sat down. The pot was heated and the soup gradually made a sound. Qinghuan also learned of its life in the female ghost's intermittent narrative...

Grace is the last survivor of the elves. The human army rushed into her home with torches and swords, slaughtering all the elves-this is a story her mother told her a long time ago.

Mother said this: Grace, your father is a great elven warrior. He died to protect our homeland. We must remember him forever.

When she was born, the elven kingdom no longer existed. Most elves would rather die than become slaves to humans, and some elves are missing-but the only thing in common is that the elves really perished. When his mother died, Grace became the last elf.

She has no friends or family, and lives alone in the forest.

One day a few hunters broke in, but they met a wild bear. They were frightened and fled around and were seriously injured. Grace hesitated for a long time, after all, he could not resist the kind nature of the elves. She took the hunter to her home and used her own ability to save him. When the hunter woke up, the eyes that stared at her wings were gleaming.

It's like the story of the farmer and the snake. The farmer rescued the snake, but the snake bit the farmer. Grace, who had only healing powers and was unable to protect herself, was firmly **** with a rope. The man carried her on his back and smiled and told his companions that although he hadn’t caught any good prey, he caught an elf, enough for them all. The village has been worry-free for decades. When they laughed, Grace shed tears.

She finally understood why her mother said that humans are dangerous creatures and it is not allowed to be friendly to them. Because they won't give back to the elves, they just want more from the elves.

But she has nothing left.

The beauty and purity of elves are something that humans are eager for. Grace tried to escape, but the collar around her neck told her that she could not escape from the hands of experienced hunters. She learned from the conversations between hunters that they were not here to hunt bears at all, and their goal was her from the beginning!

They said so.

"The old man in the village is right. Elves are really the best prey to catch."

"Yeah! As long as they show a painful look and call for help, they will jump out on their own!"

"It's so stupid!"

The hunters laughed, and Grace curled up and shivered in the corner.

"I heard that there are elves in the forest, I don't believe it. I thought it was Jack that kid lied, but I didn't expect it to be true!"

"This is a real profit!"

Jack...Grace remembered. It was a kid who accidentally lost his way in the forest, crying and rubbing his eyes with his hands. It was she who guided him, and the kid promised that she would not speak out about her existence. Believe it.

How can human beings... from adults to children, all so bad?

Grace was taken to the town by hunters and sold to a group of strange people. They put her in a cage, chained her neck and limbs, and gave her a little water and a little food every day. There is also a bigger cage around. Unlike her, that huge cage was full of people.

Men, women, old people, children... normal, weird... there are all kinds of things, but she is the only elf.

It turns out that humans not only hunt elves, but also their own kind?

She also saw the same beautiful mermaid, as well as the vampire lady who was put in a coffin and nailed to death, and even the werewolf with chewing bits-they are all "rare animals", so they have the same independence as Grace Cage.

She was taken far, far away, and then the cage was pulled to a place where the light was full of lights. There were countless pairs of eyes in the dark, countless greedy eyes staring at her, like a hungry wolf staring at the delicious meat.

Humans shouted countless strange numbers, and finally Grace was released from the cage. At this moment, she didn’t know where the courage came from, and violently pushed away the bodyguard in front of her, but the wings were pierced by iron chains. Can't fly away, can only escape. Seeing that the warning was invalid, the human raised his gun at her.

It was Shaw and Elsa who rescued her.

It was the first time that human beings showed goodwill towards Grace. The elf's body is very light. Although she looks like a human body, she weighs only one-fourth of that of a human. Shaw held her in his arms and ran hard, facing such a horrible group of humans who rescued and protected her.

Later, she learned that the young lady in the coffin was their partner. In order to save the young lady, they lurked into the auction hall. Not only that, they also liberated other slaves.

They are rebels.

It is a person who rebels against the sacred ruler of this continent. The people in the sacred religion and the royal family call them rebels, but they don't care. What they want is to break free from such oppression and exploitation and gain freedom.

Without any discrimination, everyone can be happy and free.

Vampires and werewolves will not be treated as aliens. Precious elves will not be hunted and killed. The followers of the sacred church have no right to slay human lives. Ordinary people can walk on the street in an open manner. There is no need to choose outstanding virgins to send in every year. The holy religion is a sacrifice-laugh as much as you are happy, cry loudly when you are sad-the freedom that Shaw and the others pursue is that simple.

Miss Vampire was seriously injured. She could not be exposed to the sun during the day, so it was too inconvenient to escape with the coffin on her back. But it was so difficult. With a large number of chasing soldiers, they never gave up Miss Vampire from beginning to end, and they never even abandon Grace, a stranger. Because they know that if you give up Grace, what awaits her will be the cruelest destiny.

Grace finally has friends, and the unique healing power of the elves makes her existence indispensable.

It would be great if I could live like this forever.

It would be great if she could understand nothing.

Shaw is a very upright and handsome man. He has great leadership skills, brave and decisive, strong and considerate. Elsa is also a hearty and enthusiastic person, and they possess qualities that Grace has never seen in other human beings.