One hundred and seventy-eight, a loving father is like a pine

"Forget it, I really shouldn't be communicating with a creature like you, you don't understand what I mean anyway. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 Having looked at the blood on her husband's forehead in disgust again, Audrey raised her head and turned away, leaving the entire corridor to Gim, who was curled up in a ball of silent tears.

I don't know how long it was, but Gam heard a long sigh. With an exclamation of "It's good to have a father", a handkerchief was handed to him.

"The first time I saw your daughter, she was still biting a dead monster in her mouth and flesh on her arm. I asked her why she could be so herself, and she said she would be sad if she died. I really didn't expect that after she got out of danger, she was still like all the female elves who were rescued, and there was no way to see you again. Seeing that the blonde elf in front of him was once again moved to tears by his own words, and had no intention of taking the handkerchief at all, Okpa withdrew the handkerchief and squatted beside him. "You are her belief in living, but now if she doesn't even want to see you, I believe that it won't be long before there is nothing left in this world for her to be nostalgic. There will be another female elf in Middle-earth who died because of sadness......"

After the facts were revealed, Gam, who was so weak in Okpa's eyes that he was reluctant to step on an ant to death, suddenly stood up. His fists were clenched, and his palms were bruised. "I'm going to the temple right now, and I'm asking God to take away my body, just to get my daughter to forget this memory!"

"If God really cares about this kind of thing, where can there be sadness in this world?" Pulling the other party with a sneer, Okpa raised his eyebrows and said, "Actually, it's not necessarily completely helpless. Have you ever thought about wearing the clothes of a maid and trying to mingle with them? If she no longer rejects or even accepts you, you will still be her belief in survival. With faith, it is natural that there will be no sadness. ā€

Gam was slightly stunned, choked up and performed a respectful salute to Okpa.

"Thank you again for saving my daughter and helping me come up with such a great idea. He shook his head helplessly and wiped away his tears. "I've tried wearing a maid's clothes, and she'll notice it if you get a little closer. My daughter, too familiar with my breath. If I had magic and could hide my breath......"

"It can be done without magic!" Okpa didn't know how she suddenly became kind, was it because the female elf made it impossible for him to get close, let alone complete the task that Blaze had given her, or was it because Blaze had a very important arrangement for her, and she must not be allowed to die? In short, it was impossible for her to get out of the cage when she rushed to the rescue, and she fell into her arms! "Your maid here, would she use flower juice to change the aura of her body? This method is very common in the Eastern Country. ā€

The Sindar Elf's distinctive blue eyes lit up. "I don't know if the maid will use flower juice, but there are countless flowers in my garden!"

With the help of the Orientals brought by Okpa, it took Geim three months to finally make the flowers into a scented liquid. It's a pity that the first time he tried to hide his approach to his eldest daughter with the scent, he finally lost in the figure he was once proud of.

Although Gim, who was completely hidden in his robes, walked at the back of the maids' team, the moment the strong scent of flowers hit the tip of his nose, Vernoer, who was sensitive enough to cry bitterly when he heard the meow of a cat, immediately swept over with his eyes. Almost subconsciously, she grabbed the hot soup from the low cabinet next to the bed and smashed it at the last "maid" who was more muscular, covering her face with a wide hat.

Even if she didn't think that it was her father, the image of the orc constantly projected in her mind still made her scream and scolded angrily at the abnormal "maid": "Get out! Get out of here immediately!"

For the next two months, Geim ate only one meal a day, with only thirty boiled leaves in plain water at each meal. By the time he was finally able to stuff himself into his regular maid's suit, he had fainted twelve times from excessive hunger. Holding on to his dizzy body, he walked out of his daughter's room with his knees bent and hunched. The blank Furnoll just glanced at him, then looked away and continued to be in a daze. This time, he was almost carried out by the maid who was also sprayed with the juice of flowers. Excessive nutritional deficiencies and excitement made it impossible for him to stand, so he had to signal the maid beside him to help him out. One more second, and he will faint directly on the spot, which will naturally make his daughter suspicious.

When summer arrives, Geim finally has a way of modulating his rough voice into a soft female voice. Despite wrapping himself tightly in such a hot weather, and the sweat secreted by his body most likely to dilute the flower juice on his body, Gem decided to take the risk of talking to his daughter because there was no time left.

Although he no longer has doubts about himself dressed up in Qiao's makeup, the sadness of the past year still makes the faint light emanating from Vernoer's body gradually dim. Of course, Sindar Elf Gam understood that the complete disappearance of the seemingly nonexistent light on her daughter also represented the end of her life. He must not watch his daughter die of grief, just as he has completely lost his resistance in the face of his wife's excessive demands.

Carefully smearing the dust of the maids' favorite on the only eye he could show, Geim wrapped himself in a thick hood of drapery and veil. Before leaving, he had not forgotten to practice in front of the mirror for several months, the feminine movements that female elves often have. Looks like all the maids are behaving the same way?

With a tone and movement that he felt disgusting, he handed the wrung towel to his daughter with his own hands. After noticing that the other party's eyes swept over, Gam quickly closed his eyes. He covered his blue eyes with his eyelids smeared with bright rose-red dust, but he couldn't suppress the flutter of his eyelids. Fortunately, after a long sigh, he heard Vernoll say softly, "Put the towel aside, and you can go down." ā€

Walking out of his daughter's room, his whole body was already drenched in sweat, and the dazzling colors carefully painted under his eye sockets were also washed all over his face with tears. Under the ridicule of his wife, Geim rubbed his bent knees, which were unbearably sore, and laughed with tears in his eyes.

Five days later, Vernoll took the towel he handed him with a sideways face, ten days later, Vernor was able to eat the water he handed him, and twenty days later, Vernoll suddenly said to him, "The smell of your body is a little lighter." Of course he didn't know that Vernoll was implying that he already knew his identity. Thirty days later, Vernore, who was too weak to sit up, stretched his neck and ate a small piece of roast meat by his hand.