The Great Villain is Not to Be Trifled With

In the palace, the interrogation room, in the gloomy and damp environment, the man in the platinum robe was placed on the wood, and his body was incomplete without an arm.

His face was pale and embarrassed, and there were only some small scars on his body, as if the rolling happened somewhere.

"Holy Son Hutt, where did you get this from?" Della walked over with a leather whip.

"Tsk tsk, when did the Holy Son of the Hall of Light be so embarrassed, and said, did you have anything to do with the Demon Race?"

The whip rolled up, tugging at Hurt's chin.

Thinking that this man was obedient in front of her, turned around and threw herself into the camp of admiring the princess, Della couldn't bear it.

"The queen wants to punish me, why come up with such a reason, but Hurt doesn't know where to make the queen angry." The man's calm tone and noble identity formed a stark contrast in this embarrassing environment.

Della sneered, "You have done a lot of wrong things. You and I know it well. In conclusion, you betrayed me."

"I said, what would I do to you if you betrayed me."

As soon as the voice fell, the sound of the whip waving sounded. Without the blessing of magic, Hurt gritted his teeth and snorted.

"It's miserable, Hurt, what's wrong with your arm." Della picked up the dagger prepared next to her and stabbed him hard at the broken place.

"Ah--!" Hurt screamed with a grim face.

Magic, he needs magic.

"It hurts to look at, but how can your pain compare to mine." Della pulled the gauze away, and the scraped parts grew back.

It starts over and over again, with no end in sight.

Hurt took a deep breath, "King, Queen, I have a way, let me go back to the Hall of Light, and I will prepare the medicine for you again."

"I won't trust you anymore."

Della's face was cold, "Without you, the Hall of Light will produce new saints."

The whip and dagger were thrown to the ground, and Della finally touched Hurt's cheek, "To be honest, I quite like your face, but unfortunately I won't see it again in the future."

"For the outside world, I will declare that you were rescued by the demons."

She took a few steps back and summoned her own bodyguard, "Deal with it."

"Yes!"

Hurt gritted his teeth and struggled, "Queen, Della, you can't do this to me!"

"I can."

Della left the interrogation room.

The guard pulled out the saber from his waist and walked towards Hutt.

"I am the Holy Son of the Temple of Light, I carry the will of God, I cannot be killed, I cannot!"

The guards, like puppets obeying orders, did not listen to his words, raised their hands and stabbed him in the heart.

'Snapped! ’

The saber broke in half.

Before Hurt's angry expression could be put away, he suddenly lowered his head and laughed, "Haha, medicine, medicine failed again."

His body is undergoing some kind of change, the skin becomes rough and hard, and the face shape is hard.

The rope on Hurt was snapped.

The guard took a step back, trying to find something to subdue him, only to be stabbed in the chest by the broken saber as he turned around.

"God will not give up on me."

Half of his cheeks turned into hard and uneven skin, and Hurt broke through the wall next to him and escaped.

...

When Ling Qingxuan came back with the medicine box, Ximi turned her back to her and looked up at the green elf tree, wondering what she was thinking.

Blood coagulated on the fingers he set aside and didn't appear to have been cleaned.

"Himi!"

When the cry of the little girl outside the bird cage came, Ximi's body froze, and her heart numb for a moment.

she is back.

The elf turned around slowly, her eyes were confused, she looked down and saw the medicine box in the little girl's hand.

It turned out that she was looking for medicine.

The desolate mood was swept away by this fact, Ximi walked to the birdcage, and the pace was faster than he thought.

"The elves will heal magic," he said slowly.

The little girl took his hand and cleaned up the medicine, "Oh, then why don't you use it?"

"Because it can't heal itself." You can only let other elves use healing magic, or let the elves heal.

The magic of the elves themselves cannot heal themselves.

After Ling Qingxuan carefully helped him get it done, he kissed the bandage lightly, "I heard it's going to get better soon."

The skin wrapped in bandages could not feel anything, but a little bit of heat rose because of the little girl's words.

"Aya." The elf raised her clear eyes and suddenly said.

"Um?"

Shimi: "Let's be friends."

Aya Qingxuan: ? ? ?

What the heck, do you want to make friends with each other? I don't agree with this kind of friendship!

Ximi continued: "I want to try to believe in the human race. You are my first friend and the first human race to identify with."

The little girl held his hand and didn't respond for a while, Ximi's heart was slightly tight.

Does she not want to be friends with herself?

The little vine jumped out of Ximi's body and fled to Aya Qingxuan's body in disgust.

The little girl looked indifferent, "Just be happy."

So the two successfully became friends, and Ximi was finally able to communicate with her without being so resistant, and became more calm in contact.

"Friend, hold a hand." Ling Qingxuan held his hand.

"Friend, hug one." Ling Qingxuan hugged him expressionlessly.

"friend……"

In the end, Ximi couldn't help but said, "Why don't you call me by my name?"

The little girl was serious, "Because it's a friend."

Shimi:  …

The elf pulled her sleeve and asked cautiously, "Aya, are you angry?"

The emotions are too complicated, and his perception is not unified.

"No."

Shimi smiled lightly, "That's good."

zz: ? ? ? This classmate, where are your usual books? When a woman says she is not angry, she is angry!

Throughout the day, Ximi heard the word "friend" the most.

When Ling Qingxuan left, he said to him, "Ximi, do you really just want to be friends?"

Calling your name is a different feeling than calling a friend.

But what did she mean by her words? Could they have anything else besides friendship?

Shimi touched the bandage on her hand, wondering what she was thinking, and suddenly turned around to look for the cushion.

Poke the flowers and soil, nothing.

He frowned and said, "Where's the red rope?"

He picked up the robe and folded it, but the red thread was gone.

He still remembered her first sentence when they met, which was about the red line, which must be something she cared about a lot.

But now, it's gone.

The bird cage surrounds the elf tree and has a large area. Ximi manipulated the vines to search around, and finally found it on the back of the elf tree.

Shimi fluttered her wings to the back, her eyes stagnant.

On the trunk of the tree that should not have been branched, there is a different bud.

Bright and dazzling red lines hang lightly on it.

Shimi stretched out her hand, and when the pulp of her finger touched the tender sprout, blood surged violently.

This is……

The elf retracted the red line, and her eyes became soft.

This is where he was born.