The Great Villain is Not to Be Trifled With

Ling Qingxuan brought the seeds again. Because the vines spread, this time not only sprinkled them outside, but also sprinkled more precious seeds inside the bird cage.

There seems to be a tacit understanding between the two. At a fixed time, the elf will come to the birdcage, and the little girl will take the initiative to hold his hand, hug him gently, and call his name.

Even indulging in this tenderness, the elf always warns himself not to lose himself.

Under such a regular 'treatment', Ximi would not have the same palpitations as before, and he would occasionally respond to Aya Qingxuan with a sentence or two.

The flowers in the birdcage are provoked by double forces, and the elves lie in the sea of ​​flowers, so beautiful that one cannot bear to be disturbed.

"Ximi, I brought you a new book." Thinking that the little guy has been trapped here and doesn't know much about the outside world, Aya Qingxuan brought a book with a plot, or the kind that is divided into many volumes.

It is also the first time that the elves have seen those processed real stories from books.

When he sees sadness, his wings are also sullen. When there is a funny plot, the corners of his thin lips will be raised in a lovely arc.

Ling Qingxuan read books with him not far away, not letting go of his emotions.

The little vine sent out the book that the master had read, Ximi lowered her eyes slightly, and wanted to say something, but finally closed her mouth.

As expected of a cunning human race, they can make up stories like this.

The person he wanted to target wasn't Ling Qingxuan, so I didn't say this to him.

"Do you want me to bring the next volume?" Ling Qingxuan asked.

Ximi thought about the end of the abuse in the book, and wondered: "All the protagonists are dead, why is there a second volume?"

The little girl seemed to be thinking of something in her indifferent eyes, and her voice was as cool as water, "Maybe there is a turning point, or maybe it's the next life."

Ximi shook her head seriously, "Even if the human race has a next life, they will not retain their memories unless..."

Unless it is an elf with a strong will, it is possible to reincarnate from the elf tree with the memory of the previous life.

"Unless what?"

Ximi shook his head, "Don't book."

He stretched out his hand towards Ling Qingxuan, and the little girl gave him the hand naturally.

Ximi himself found out that he did not resist, but the time he needed to contact would be shortened.

If this goes on, he will cure this problem.

At that time, you don't have to... touch her uncontrollably.

...

When Ling Qingxuan saw the new prince again, he would no longer salute Ling Qingxuan at all.

He would only search and talk in the back garden, looking for a beautiful and mysterious woman, and his behavior was a little crazy. When the maids couldn't stand to ask what the woman looked like, he couldn't answer.

"Look at the back, show me the back and I'll remember it."

Due to a problem with his mental state, the elder proposed to send him back.

But on the day he left, the new prince didn't know what he saw and cried and didn't want to leave, so he wanted to stay in the palace.

"Prince, I'm afraid he has met the demons?" The elder touched his white beard and frowned.

Aya Qingxuan, who was called to the meeting, didn't expect the theme to revolve around the new prince, and turned around and wanted to leave.

"I heard that the Demon Clan has already captured the Giant Clan, and the next step is to attack the Wing Bird Clan."

"Crazy! Every time we attack the clan, there will be a notice, do you really think they are gods!"

Listening to their heated discussion, the little girl suddenly said, "What about the Protoss who fight against the Demons?"

Since ancient times, the two races of gods and demons have been at odds with each other. The demons are so rampant now, but the gods do nothing?

The elder sighed, "God clan... descendants of the **** clan are left behind in the world, and there is no way to follow them."

Legend has it that every time the Protoss is active in the world, they will first send their descendants to the world to experience hardships.

Ling Qingxuan put down the teacup in his hand, got up and said, "Perhaps, the Protoss has already exterminated the clan."

The so-called descendants left in the world are nothing more than legends.

If the Protoss existed, how could the Demons be allowed to go unpunished.

This speculation made the atmosphere in the chamber become heavy until someone outside reported it.

"Princess, the Son is here."

When the elder heard the name of his son, he was happier than when his son-in-law came.

"Princess Nalin, the Holy Son is received by the noble you."

Hurt was standing outside the council hall. He was originally a special existence in the human race, and his admiration and curious eyes have been used to it since childhood.

The calm man was faintly excited because he was about to see the man who was thinking about it.

Under the cumbersome dress, the little girl is still as clean and beautiful, gathering all the beauty in the world.

"Princess Nalin." The Holy Son of Guangming Temple gave a solemn salute to the princess.

Ling Qingxuan nodded slightly, and Hurt's gaze stayed on her face for a while before taking out a porcelain bottle from her sleeve.

"Princess, the new holy water is ready."

The white and beautiful small porcelain bottle contained something deadly to the elves.

Ling Qingxuan wouldn't let this thing exist. It would be more convenient to solve the source of the problem, or to get rid of him.

The little girl just stretched out her hand, and Hutt adjusted his strength slightly, "Princess, I'm afraid that the holy water will hurt you, so let me take it. Where is he, please take me there."

This is to do it yourself.

Ling Qingxuan's cold eyes were indifferent, "No need."

The vase was released from Hurt's hand.

The little girl casually pinched the bottleneck.

Hutt's brows moved slightly, "I have been practicing all the year round and have a certain understanding of other peoples. The princess brought me to make him surrender more quickly..."

"I won't take you." Ling Qingxuan was straightforward.

"Princess?"

"I don't want to see this thing again." After speaking, Ling Qingxuan opened the cork and poured the liquid inside on the ground.

Things that had been working hard for two months were destroyed again, but Hurt showed no sign of being angry.

He just stared at Ling Qingxuan with those bewildering eyes, trying to find out why she did it.

The maids who passed by didn't dare to let out the air, and they didn't know what was going on.

"What does the princess think this is?" Hurt said calmly.

"I don't want to talk nonsense." The little girl drew out her spirit sword, and the sword energy ripped through Hurt's robe at that moment.

"My God, the princess has done something to the Son, did the Son do something rude?"

"I don't know, we're too far apart to hear."

"Princess must be calm, the Son is the one who the subjects believe in."

Hurt took a step forward as if he could not see the spirit sword.

Ling Qingxuan confiscated the sword, and the sword edge sank into Hurt's shoulder. The man smiled as if he didn't feel the pain: "This is the first time the princess has left a mark on me, and I will make it exist forever."

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Ling Qingxuan exerted force with an indifferent expression, and the spirit sword pierced his shoulder.

If you don't kill the male protagonist, it's alright to lose one of your arms.