The Great Villain is Not to Be Trifled With

The guards' shouts gradually became louder, and Aya Qingxuan's cold voice passed from one end of the vine to the other.

"Good night."

Mixed in the breeze, it sounds soothing.

Ling Qingxuan walked out of the green wall and met the chief guard who was looking for her.

"Princess, huh, it's fine if you're fine, and Will is true. He just stood there and didn't move, maybe because he blamed himself too much, don't be angry."

"not angry."

Ling Qingxuan saw Will waiting silently outside the green wall. This is where she brought Will here, and he did not tell others.

As expected, he is a loyal and honest person.

Ling Qingxuan said that he was just here to hang out. After the guards dispersed and left, Will stood behind Ling Qingxuan.

"Princess, is that... the source of elves?"

The elders didn't let him listen when they spoke today, so he didn't know what Ling Qingxuan's mission was.

But the thing just now is very similar to the source of the elves in the legend of the dragon family.

"You know the elves?" Ling Qingxuan looked at him.

Will nodded slightly and recalled the past: "Before I was picked up by the princess, I was adopted by relatives of the dragon family, and I heard some things about the elves."

"In the legend, they have exterminated their clan."

Will looked at the green wall unintentionally, "But the light spot I saw today is very similar to the breath on the top of the dragon veins of the dragon race. They said that it was the blessing of the elves, the source of the elves."

Will has always had no reservations about the princess, and told her what he knew.

It turns out that the dragon family also has the source of elves, Ling Qingxuan said in a light tone: "I really need that."

Will half-kneeled and saluted: "I will find it for the princess."

The dragons forbade Will's pass, he can't get in, and it looks like he wants to force his way in.

"Don't worry, since you can perceive the source of the elves, help me pay attention to this side first."

When the time comes, he will just point the way to the Dragon Clan, and Ling Qingxuan still likes to rush through alone.

It seems not bad to let the spirit sword cut the dragon.

...

The full moon hangs high on the night, like a jade plate with delicacies.

In the quiet town in the middle of the night, the shadows kept moving forward, and many things that had been placed outside the house were knocked down, and the sound made the people in their sleep whisper softly.

"Huh...huh..."

The black shadow stepped on the roof of a certain house, raising its hairy neck high.

"His..." Its sharp teeth bit the magic comb, leaving a lot of saliva from the open gap, corroding the tiles and straw on the roof.

With a 'bang', it immediately changed its place, and it seemed to have a target in its eyes, rushing towards the Hall of Light in the center of the town.

Candles filled the table.

In the center of the small house, which was brighter than the daytime, sat a man in a white-gold robe.

He was praying for something, and when he listened carefully, it seemed to revolve around the words of princess and appreciation for possession.

There was an uneasy sound from above his head, and Hurt raised his eyes slightly, chanting words in his mouth, a hole appeared on it, and the thing that made the sound was directly pulled down.

The black wolf stepped on the ground with strong limbs. It let go of the magic comb and wanted to scream uncontrollably. After Hutt lost the magic barrier, it howled happily.

"The full moon will soon be covered, my dear queen."

Under his slow voice, the black wolf radiated light, its limbs became slender, and the wolf shape turned into a human shape, but it was still covered with long black hair.

Della grabbed the magic comb on the ground breathlessly, she combed her hair vigorously, and the hair fell from her body after being combed.

Soon, a white woman with no stray hair appeared on the spot, and Hurt threw a robe over and covered her body.

"Hurt!" Della fastened her robe and glared at the gloomy man, "Have you taught Nalin magic?"

The magic attached to the sword was definitely magic, she couldn't read it wrong.

A restrained and dangerous breath appeared on the man, and Hurt stood in front of her, and suddenly his lips curved in an arc.

"I have never taught Princess Nalin. She has tested her talents with me since she was a child. She is not suitable for learning magic. These subjects all over the country know that."

Della spoke faster, "But I saw it today, she used magic."

Hurt pondered for a while before saying, "I'm not the only one who knows magic. There's that incomplete dragon next to her."

Della was dubious, "Really?"

The man stepped forward, his steady steps hitting his heart like a hammer, which was depressing and uncomfortable.

He reached out and picked up Della's long silky hair, twirling it lightly on the pads of his fingers.

Ambiguously close to her cheek, he blew: "Don't believe me?"

Della's cheeks flushed slightly, and she brushed him away, then wrapped her arms around his neck again, and said on tiptoe, "Naturally believe it, you swore to be loyal to me."

The man who was hugged tightly by her, but his eyes stayed on the magic comb on the ground, and disgust and danger flashed in his eyes.

After being intimate with him for a while, Della sat on the futon, "I heard that Nalin came to you today, why?"

"Come and get the holy water for blessing."

The man relit the candle that had just been accidentally blown out.

As a member of the royal family, I have to come to pray every month, and being blessed by holy water is an essential process. Della sighed and didn't care about it.

"How is the new drug developed?"

Hurt's hand paused, and the phoenix eyes reflected the light of candlelight, "It will take some more days."

"Hurt, I saw your talent before I let you develop the medicine of the Protoss. Your failure has made me look like I am now. I will save your life, not let you continue to fail. of."

Della is not a soft persimmon, she is also a high-ranking person, and it is not easy to toss the Hall of Light.

"My beloved Queen, thank you for your trust in me, and I will make you a noble Protoss."

The man's deep eyes revealed deep affection.

Della was very useful. Before she got up, she asked, "Hurt, Nalin and I, who is more beautiful?"

The man didn't hesitate, but said calmly, "Of course it's you."

Della smiled charmingly, stroking his resolute chin, "As expected of the person I like, follow me, you will not suffer."

She picked up the magic comb, "Send me back."

Hurt saluted, summoned a magic circle, and teleported Della back to the palace.

Hutt was the only one left in the small room.

The expression on his face became cold and impatient.

The futon that Della sat on was burned by his flame magic. He regained his hot eyes and whispered, "Princess, you are the most beautiful person in this world."

"When I destroy that comb, it will be the day I hold you in my arms."

He raised the corners of his lips and put one hand on his heart.

"My princess, don't betray me until then."