Della screamed and pulled half of the magic comb in Ling Qingxuan's hand, trying to put it together, but not only could it not fit together, but the magic comb couldn't speak.

Bia looked at this scene and joked: "Don't be sad, Auntie, think about it, you can hold half of it in one hand and comb both sides at the same time, how efficient it is."

"Ah--!" Della smashed half of her magic comb at Bia, and was blocked by Will, "It's all you! I'm going to kill you!"

"Auntie, you are defenseless, you should beg for mercy at this time." Bia was a little speechless, why didn't she know the current affairs at all.

Aya Qingxuan looked at Bia, and felt that this child really had the ability to kill people alive.

Bia shrank her neck, why did she feel flustered when she met Ling Qingxuan's eyes.

This is left to Will to deal with, and Qing Qingxuan left after chasing the source of the elves.

"Uh, what's going on with this aunt? She even hurts herself when she's crazy." Bia commented while dodging beside her.

Della's body was covered with bruises, but it was her own injury, hitting the table and the pillar.

The moonlight poured from the window, and Della's face was hideous, "Water, water!"

Bia kindly handed over a chamber pot, "Although I don't know why you want water, this pot looks quite capable."

Their Wing Birds don't have this thing, they look pretty, do you want to bring a few with you when you go back?

Will too late to stop, Della has shrunk into a fat head fish.

"Wow, it's a fish." Bia reached out and threw it into the chamber pot, then turned to look at Will, "Silly Dragon, this aunty is so good, knowing that we're exhausting too much energy at night, we even delivered supper. "

"Do you eat fish?"

Will: "Don't eat!" You put it down quickly!

...

Della's bedroom was still some distance away from the green wall. Ling Qingxuan escorted her all the way, and when she saw the source of the elf flew in intact, Shi Shiran walked inside.

After being integrated by the source of elves, the elves tree lit up for a moment, and the leaves became as big as the palm of an adult male.

The elf tree with lush leaves exudes green vitality, Ximi sat on the branch, and the leaves rubbed softly on his cheek.

The little girl raised her head and looked up, just in line with his gaze, with sincere gratitude in the elf's clear eyes.

Ling Qingxuan sniffed his sleeve, um, there should be nothing else.

"Aya." Shimi got off the tree and flew in front of her.

Ling Qingxuan took the initiative to reach out, "Are you going to bring my mental power to see it again?"

The smile in Ximi's eyes paused slightly, and she said lightly, "No."

He still had lingering fears from the feeling last time, so naturally he wouldn't try it a second time so quickly.

He held the little girl's hand softly, and didn't do anything else.

It's really just about courtesy.

"Just holding hands, not hugging and kissing?" the little girl asked.

Ximi shook her head, "That symptom has been reduced a lot."

One day, he won't even have to touch the little girl anymore.

Ximi's hand tightened, and she looked at the elf tree silently, wondering what she was thinking.

"Ximi, do you want to come out from here?" Ling Qingxuan pinched his face, "Go and see the outside world."

Instead of being trapped for a lifetime because of the grief of the elves.

Ximi pursed her lips and said, "When the elves recover, this place will open, but..."

He could feel the huge resentment of the elves, but he didn't know if they would still be hostile to the human race when they came out, and they would be incompatible with the human race.

Or go back to the deep mountains of the past and be a race that does not compete with the world.

Ximi's mission is to wait for their birth here, but now he is starting to think about himself.

He has something to love and wants to live for himself.

"I want to go out." He said suddenly, "If I go out, will you still stay with me?"

"Yes." Ling Qingxuan was close to him, and the voice fell into his ears just right, with a slight itch, "I will be with you for the rest of my life."

[System prompt: The current favorability of the villain Ximi is 70. 】

That night, the small vines created by Ximi bloomed, and the faint floral fragrance intertwined with the cold fragrance of the little girl, which was a bit more fragrant than this sea of ​​flowers.

Ximi took off the little peach-colored flower, used a few thin green rhizomes to weave a small and lively hairpin, and put it on Aya Qingxuan herself.

Xiaohua's hairpin occupied the position between Ling Qingxuan's hair, and the little vine was entangled in Ling Qingxuan's hand in grievance.

Don't you love it when it blooms? After all, this flower is also grown up by it day and night.

"This has the elven blessing I cast on it, and it will bless you."

Shimi leaned over and kissed her hair lightly, the stars twinkling, fixed in the curls of the rhizome.

"Ximi, be happy and live for yourself. You are not affiliated with anyone. Even if the elf tree gave birth to you, you are only your own."

Ling Qingxuan could feel his depression, which was inseparable from the Elf Tree.

If the elves did anything that made him unhappy, she would do them all.

Shimi lowered her eyes silently.

Is he his own?

...

In the middle of the night, the sound of the insects became less and less, and the maids who were vigilant outside the palace leaned on the door and fell asleep.

The purple-black magic halo drifted over, circling around them, and several people fell silently to the ground.

The halo floated into the bedroom, and didn't stop until the little girl was resting beside the bed.

'Princess. ’

A low voice appeared in the halo, and then the halo turned into a human shape.

Hurt was wearing a black-gold robe, with black lines around his phoenix eyes, his lips turned black, and he reached out to the quilt on the bed.

"Princess, the person I adore, I'm here to see you."

When his fingertips were about to touch, greenery burst out, and the vines suddenly grew to form a gill net to stop him.

"It's you again." Hurt narrowed his eyes, grabbed his fingers, and hit the vine with a magical attack.

The sword energy of the spiritual power rushed out, and the magic was broken.

Ling Qingxuan half sat up from the bed, the spirit sword in her hand glowed with light.

"Hurt, are you here to die?"

"Princess." Hurt's voice trembled with excitement, "I'm here to see you, I'm really happy."

Ling Qingxuan seriously suspected that the male protagonist blocked the word "send to death".

However, he actually had magic again, and his arms grew back.

Someone must help him.

"I'm happier if you leave your life behind." The spirit sword and the vine attacked at the same time.

Hurt seemed to be running towards the vines, no matter how the spirit sword left scars on him.

Small and easily overlooked magical light spots touched the vines, and there was a coke sound of corrosion from the vines, and the huge vine network shrank into small vines.

The little vine moved a few times, and returned to Ling Qingxuan's hand.

Ling Qingxuan manipulated several copies of the spirit sword to stab at Hutt.

His figure turned into a purple-black halo when he was stabbed by the spirit sword.

"Princess, you will know that elves are fragile and vulnerable, only me, blessed by God... uh!"

The spirit sword dissipated the halo.

Ling Qingxuan said in a cold voice, "Is it being favored by a neuropathy."