The Great Villain is Not to Be Trifled With

Aya Qingxuan came early, Ximi had not yet had a seizure, and the beautiful elf sat on the elf branch, looking outside for some time.

When Ling Qingxuan saw his expression returning to indifferent, he pinched his own face.

Ah, I really want to pinch the little guy's face, it must be soft and elastic.

She looked at the ruined flower field, and raised her hand to Ximi, "Look at this!"

The black inkstone is extremely conspicuous in the small white hands.

Ximi's illusory vision was certain, her transparent wings fluttered, and she fell in front of the little girl with a sweet wind.

"The source of elves." Ling Qingxuan easily broke the hard inkstone in front of him.

The inkstone that has been turned into two halves is not in the way. In the future, half of it can be placed in the study and half in the bedroom.

The inkstone shattered, and bright white spots of light flew out. They first circled around Ximi intimately, and then disappeared into the elf tree.

After being instilled twice by the source of the elves, the dry and dead spirit tree is alive with fresh vitality from its roots.

It no longer smelled gray, and the trunk and branches were dyed green, a symbol of life.

Other than that, no more changes.

But this has given Himi, who has been waiting for hundreds of years, the greatest consolation.

The elf's sincere eyes were full of elf trees that were restored to life. He stood there and held his breath for a while before breathing again.

The continuation of the elves is expected.

Ximi didn't have time to show more excitement, his heart suddenly throbbed, and his legs knelt down.

A hand held him through the vine.

"Want it?"

The little girl's words shocked Ximi, he turned his head to look, grabbed her hand instead, and accepted it silently.

Ling Qingxuan said awkwardly, "Come here."

The elf gritted his teeth and let go of her hand, waved his wings quickly, and returned to the elf branch.

The distance between the two was instantly separated.

Aya Qingxuan: ? ? ?

But he didn't come, and he ran away to do something.

Ling Qingxuan thought about finding a rope and threw it over to tie the person.

[Cough, host, do you want to hear the current favorability of the villain? 】

Do not listen.

Definitely a negative number.

Still not tied.

The elf sat listlessly on the elf tree, watching the little girl clean up the flower field.

His icy cheeks were against the green-stained tree trunk, and his empty eyes suddenly had a direction.

...

It still takes time and energy to clean up such a large flower field. Aya Qingxuan wanted to use magic to make it happen in one step, but the little guy just watched.

If he knew that she knew a lot, he would definitely think more.

The little girl walked up and down this fiasco with her hood on.

After a while, she closed the bag.

Might as well get the little guy dizzy so she can get it done faster.

[Host, the villain is watching, and the elves can perceive the emotions of others, if you want to be lazy, he will know. 】zz reminder.

This seat is just thinking of a more efficient method, not being lazy.

How can you slander this seat so much.

【…】

For cleaning up, Aya Qingxuan chose to read.

The sun stopped at the most dazzling noon, and the sun shone on the little girl's shiny skin, causing a slight blush and fine sweat.

But the flower field is still only half cleaned up.

The elf's slender eyelashes fluttered in the sun, casting a shadow.

In the place where the little girl could not see, he quietly controlled the vines to clean up.

He is not helping the human race, but to make his living environment more comfortable, after all, it looks too bad.

A few of the small vines that were distributed sneaked up to the little girl, as if she had something worthy of attraction.

Just when the little vine was about to touch the little girl's ankle, Ximi hurriedly took it back to her education.

"Don't get close to that human race."

The emerald green vines hang in the air, as if with grievances.

"Concentrate on cleaning up." He instructed, and put the vines in the past again.

The sun was slanting to the west, Ling Qingxuan rested on the soft slump, the vines cleared up faster, and the flower field turned into barren black soil again, with only sporadic tender grass stubbornly supporting it.

The sound of the beating of the heart was amplified, and that longing feeling came again.

Ximi held her heart and said in a slightly serious tone, "Don't..."

Stop being so out of control.

The scattered little vines happily wrapped around the little girl when the owner was not paying attention.

Ling Qingxuan opened her eyes and looked at the vine, the little vine froze for a moment, and quickly and intimately touched Ling Qingxuan's cheek, like a coquettish child.

Aya Qingxuan's sharp breath stopped for a moment.

The little vine entangled her and pulled it to the front of the birdcage.

The elf's figure fell vertically from the branch, and the small vines woven into a net wrapped around him and sent it to Aya Qingxuan.

The elf was immersed in torment, his hand was held, his body was fluttering, and he was pulled to the side of the bird cage, and the little girl embraced him in a cold embrace.

The delicate skin was punctured by the sturdy thorns of the vine for centuries, and the sweet smell of blood filled the air, making the elf suddenly sober.

"you……"

He saw the scars on the little girl's body, which were injuries to better hug him.

Being so close, he never felt malice in her.

"You don't need to endure." Ling Qingxuan emphasized again, "Just treat this as an ordinary thing, and you don't need to be mentally burdened."

Born with the negative emotions of the whole family, once he has his true feelings, there will be a kind of guilt, which has been tormenting him.

The fragile eyes like colored glass flickered with brilliance, and the elf was embraced by her and spoke softly.

"My name, Shimi."

In return for her telling her name.

In just one breath, the little girl called out his name, "Himi."

For a hundred years, those who have seen him have called him elf, and now, he has the first person to call him by his name.

Gently shallow tone, as if inadvertently, will be taken away by the wind.

Shimi closed her eyes and gave up her resistance.

This hug lasted for half an hour, and the wounds caused by the thorns of the vines were many but not large. The little girl's face was only slightly pale, not weak.

Ximi did not push her away ruthlessly as before, but left her embrace gently.

The elf imprisoned in the birdcage was silent for a while, with crystal tears hanging on his eyelashes.

He took off the teardrop, and flicked his fingers on the little girl's body.

The wound healed instantly, Ling Qingxuan touched the vine and asked, "Can't these thorns be taken back?"

"can not."

"Himi."

Shimi: "..."

Ling Qingxuan said seriously: "It's probably about this time. I'll wear thicker clothes tomorrow."

Otherwise he will cry again.

Butterfly-like eyelashes trembled slightly, Ximi turned and returned to the elf tree, without saying a word to her.

[Host, give a proper compliment and increase the interaction with the villain~]

The little girl turned around and said intentionally or unintentionally, "Who cleans up this flower field? It's really ingenious."

Shimi:  …

The little vines wiggled vigorously.

Ximi's eyes warn, sweet-talking humans, stay away!