Ling Qingxuan walked out of the green wall, and before taking a few steps, she met Hutt, who had been waiting for a long time.

He changed into a casual suit today, with his arms half hanging on his chest, looking like a disabled person.

Hutt stood in her way, "Princess, why don't you go to the Hall of Light to find me?"

"What are you looking for?"

Do you fight?

Hurt paused and said, "Princess, you are infatuated with elves, right?"

This man is really haunted.

Seeing that she didn't want to pay attention to herself, Hurt's self-esteem was difficult to control. He set up a barrier to block everything around him.

Ling Qingxuan held down the spirit sword and decided to kill him.

[Host, calm down, you can still be maimed if you don't kill him. 】

How about leaving him with one arm and one foot?

[...] The ones left behind are not enough!

The barrier shrunk, trapping Ling Qingxuan inside the sphere, and Hurt walked in from the outside.

"Originally, I kept these words in my heart and didn't want to say them out, for fear of scaring you."

You just keep it.

He took a big step forward, "But princess, if you continue like this, you will be confused by the elves. Princess, I will help you accomplish everything you want to do. You are a human race, and being with me is the best thing. Good choice."

Ling Qingxuan said coldly, "Holy Son of Guangming Temple, you can't marry someone."

The Son needs to serve in the Temple of Light all his life.

And this person is still entangled with Queen Della, who said this to her to give him face.

"If the Son is with the Queen, the subjects will only bless us."

"And that thing... we will give birth to stronger beings."

His deep eyes became hot, "Princess, I like you."

He was only one step away from holding Ling Qingxuan's shoulder, but at this moment, a small emerald vine suddenly appeared from the little girl's hair.

It instantly thickened and slammed the man with the spikes on its body.

Hurt never thought that there would be such a thing. If he didn't notice, his cheek was scratched, and he took a few steps back.

"hiss……"

He didn't say a word when the spirit sword was injured, but now he couldn't help crying when he was stabbed by this little vine.

How hard is this little guy.

[…Isn’t the point when this vine came out? 】

"What!" Hurt attacked the little vine with magic.

The little vine flexibly grew bigger and smaller, avoiding his magic, and after a while, the barrier was the first to be shattered.

The figure of the two appeared in the back garden, and the little vine immediately ran back to Ling Qingxuan's hair and turned into a small hairpin, and the maid who passed by saw Ling Qingxuan and immediately saluted with a shocked expression.

"God, I didn't see the princess just now."

"And the Holy Son."

After one by one, he realized that the Holy Son not only had blood on his face, but also had many scars on his body.

"This, is this the princess' fight?"

"How is it possible that the princess is so elegant and expensive that she doesn't know how to do it, and those scars seem to have been scratched by plants. It should be the Son of God who fell."

"Then why don't we pretend we didn't see it?"

Hurt reached out and wiped the blood on his face, ignoring the words of others, only Ling Qingxuan could be seen in his eyes.

"Princess, it's abrupt. Next time, I will convey my heart again with sincerity." His gaze towards Little Vine became sharp.

No need, go now, thank you.

With so many people watching, Hurt couldn't be alone with Aya Qingxuan.

Until he left, Ling Qingxuan did not sense the aura of the source of spirits in him.

Why didn't it come out this time, does the source of the elves still appear depending on the mood?

"Princess, the hot water is ready," the maids said.

Ling Qingxuan touched the small vines in her hair, and returned to the bedroom carelessly.

Inside the green wall, on the tall elf tree, the elf could see what had just happened.

He also heard their words clearly through the little vines.

After sensing that this little thing ran out with Aya Qingxuan, Ximi wanted to take it back, but she happened to meet the man who was full of displeased breath.

The little vine voluntarily used his power to hurt the man.

It was created by him. He usually helped himself with small things. After gaining a little bit of wisdom, he actually ran away with a human race.

Seeing the prosperity in front of him, Ximi suddenly felt unrealistic compared to the previous desolation.

Holding the elf tree trunk, he murmured, "Like?"

"She is loved."

...

The dense fog rose, and Aya Qingxuan threw the small vine outside the screen for the third time.

"Run in again and chop you up." The little girl threatened fiercely.

The little vine twisted, no matter where it was hidden, she could find it.

Just lie still on the table.

After Aya Qingxuan came out of the shower, the little vine was gone, and it was estimated that she was recalled by Ximi.

zz, query favorability.

[Villain Ximi's current favorability is -5, come on, host~] zz is waving two small hair **** in the space.

what is this?

[It's a cheering and cheering ball made of other people's pig hair, huh. 】

You are going bald.

zz: [...] People know, don't say it!

When the candle in the room went out, Will's figure appeared behind the screen.

"Princess."

Ling Qingxuan lay on the bed and said, "What did you find?"

"Queen Della is different from you. She can only go to the Hall of Light to pray for blessings every three months. She used to go there on time, but there is no record of her in the past few months."

If they did not meet in the Hall of Light, it means that they may have met outside, or at a time unknown to others, otherwise the two would not have a very familiar tone.

"I found that Queen Della would take out the magic comb in her arms from time to time and talk to her."

It seems that the magic comb has some thoughts.

Will you beg for mercy when you cut it off?

"In addition, the holy son purchased the medicinal materials for making magic potions, and some of them are very rare, and there are no pharmacies in the town of medicinal materials that are used together."

The Son is secretly making other potions, which is related to his deal with the Queen last night.

He gave the queen medicine.

"At present, the minister has only found these."

Ling Qingxuan asked, "Do you know where the Queen put the medicine?"

"Not yet found."

Ling Qingxuan pressed the pillow, the heroine didn't seem to be sick, this medicine has no purpose.

What do they want to do?

"Will." Ling Qingxuan said in a serious tone, "What do you think about tying up the queen?"

Will: ? ? ?

This kind of rebellious thing is really refreshing and refined from the princess.

Will's eyes firmly said: "If the princess wants to, the minister will do it!"

It's a problem to be tied and not killed.

Ling Qingxuan lay down and said, "Go down and rest first."

Will remembered her words secretly and left.

The little girl touched the empty space around her, retracted her hand, and closed her eyes to rest.

In the middle of the night, a touch of emerald green climbed in from the window.

It continued to climb onto the bed, hooked the corner of the uncovered quilt, and covered it tightly for the little girl.

Then she stretched out a small hook and hung it on the head of the little girl's bed.