?It stands to reason that the elves will not get sick.

If you start to fall ill, it can only mean that there is a major problem with your body, and even if Hua Tuo is alive at that time, he will not be able to save it.

But now, her two illnesses were like human fevers and colds. When she got sick, she didn't look too serious. When she got better, she didn't seem to have been born with the disease at all.

She... is more like a human being.

Look at her missing wings again.

Mu Wuchong stood up abruptly and walked out of the room.

It was already midnight, and the butler asked in a daze, "Mr. Mu, what are you?"

Mu Wuchong didn't speak, and after putting on his jacket, he drove away.

When he was in the cage of the elf, Mu Wuchong drove straight to find the elf king.

Although locked here for so long, the Elf King still hasn't changed at all.

He still has silver eyes, and the wings behind him also seem to be condensed with multicolored lights.

Suddenly seeing Mu Wuchong at this moment, he just frowned and said nothing.

After Mu Wuchong arrived, he asked straightforwardly: "If there is a gap in the wings of an elf, what does it mean?"

The Elf King ignored him.

Mu Wuchong said, "As long as you answer me, I will take you out. Although I can't let you go back to the forest, I can let you live in a place with flowers and grass."

Hearing what he said, the Elf King raised his eyes.

Although he didn't care about life and death, but now only answering a few trivial questions can exchange such great benefits, he finally nodded.

"If there are cracks in the wings, the elf is dying."

Mu Wuchong was startled, slightly anxious: "It's not a crack, it's a very small gap."

The elf king looked at him faintly, and confided the truth in his mouth: "There will be gaps in the wings of the elf, and cracks will gradually appear. When the cracks cover the entire wings, the elf will die."

This is a section that the elves will inevitably experience when they die naturally.

Mu Wuchong raised his hand and pressed his heart.

Reason tells him that he will not be sad, but at this time the heart that is missing something seems to be filled with wind, and even the corners of his eyes are a little bitter.

Mu Wuchong kept his throat hoarse, and then asked, "Is there any other reason?"

Any other reason?

The elf king frowned and thought about it: "It's also possible that he has become a half-elf."

"Half-elf?" Mu Wuchong was stunned.

The elf king nodded: "But the half-elf is alive soon."

Mu Wuchong lowered his eyes, and finally said after thinking for a long time: "Can you save it? If you can, I can let you go."

This enmity... he won't report it.

Although I still don't understand why it hurts when I press my heart, he doesn't want her to die.

Looking at his expression, the elf king finally shook his head.

"The elves are the cleanest. Once they become dirty, they will go to the abyss."

After saying this, no matter what Mu Wuchong said, he would not speak again.

Mu Wuchong came out of the prison stiffly, and got into his car alone.

He opened his eyes and looked not far away.

It won't hurt.

His reason told himself over and over again.

How could it hurt? His heartbeat now doesn't throb because of her.

Even if she doesn't like it anymore, what does it have to do with him whether she is dead or alive?

Obviously he thought so, but in that empty heart, he was unwilling to think about her like crazy, as if every time he thought about it, the gap in his heart would be reduced by one point.

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