Halfway through the polar day, the opportunity to suppress the dark power has passed, and even though the people on the continent of Sia still have their thoughts on the legendary psychic book, after considering the dangers in between, they still hold back the idea of going to the treasure, after all-

"Hey, have you heard? Before, the three elders and eight golden knights on the side of the Temple of Light, plus a holy maiden, went to the Tower of Death together, but there was only one golden knight, and it is said that he was lost by those big trees in the forest, and he survived without catching up with the necromancer. ”

"Not really." The person who answered the phone lowered his voice and cautiously looked around, making sure that no one in the lively tavern noticed what they were talking before continuing, "The hall of light has sealed the disappearance, and no wind is allowed to let out. ”

"If I lose such a big face, I don't dare to come out and say," the drunken man next to him answered, "Didn't they claim that one elder was enough to protect the safety of the entire Xia continent before, and now that a large number of people can't beat an unknown necromancer, it's really a shame." ”

"And the saint who said it was unprecedented, didn't she say that the sleeping little princess Ida would not wake up? As a result, now that the princess has woken up, she is really dead. ”

The man who said that he laughed a few times, took a big sip of the wine bottle in his hand, and changed the subject with his tongue wide open.

And in the imperial capital of the two heavens of ice and holmium, unlike the dark atmosphere of the Guangming Palace, which is like a dark night, the royal capital is full of joy.

As soon as the little princess Ada, who had been asleep for a long time and was said to never wake up, woke up, the queen who got the news was so excited that she fainted directly, and the king, who had been with a straight face for a few days, rarely showed a smile, and hurried towards the little daughter's bedroom as soon as she finished handling the matter.

On the other side, the circle of servants who surrounded the little princess looked at the side of the bed, hesitated for a long time before taking a step, looking at the villain who was still quite unstable, and wanted to go directly to help him, but in the face of the little princess's stern refusal just now, he still twisted his handkerchief and stopped his hand.

This is the little baby egg that the king and queen only got in old age, they have not been in good health since childhood, and they can be said to be raised by Jin Zun and Yugui, if they walk a few steps in front of everyone and fall, they will not be able to explain it in the queen's place in the first place.

After a while, he walked carefully, gradually regained his sense of balance when walking, withdrew his arm that had been slightly open unconsciously, and obediently returned to the bed and lay down in a group of relieved expressions.

She stretched out her small hand, which still had a small puddle of flesh, and gently covered her chest, she remembered that when she gave Maxwell the staff, the light that came straight at her made her heart hurt violently, and she lost consciousness in an instant, and when she woke up again, she was in this still young body.

And carefully recalling the reason why this little princess fell into a coma, she really couldn't laugh.

What kind of tendon is that saint named Dinah who can't tie up so that she thinks that this little princess who is not even ten years old will be brain-dead to grab a man with her?

And when that undodgable light hit, she saw the disbelief and fierceness in her eyes that could not be concealed, just as she suspected that the little princess had taken a fancy to her man and tried to take it away.

Confused and crazy.

I just don't know what will happen to Dinah if he kills her in front of Maxwell.

Not to mention anything else, Maxwell is very protective of what is within his scope, she can really see it in the Tower of Death, and it should be light for him to kill people directly.

She lay between the soft futons, a cute little face of Xue Yu was a little pale from sleep, and while obediently swallowing the milk soup fed by the maid who insisted on feeding her, she asked her doubts in confusion, "Where did Sister Dinah go?" ”

The spoon that was fed paused, and the maid looked left and right, and replied vaguely, "The little princess should rest early after eating." ”

Well, it seems that if you don't die, you will lose badly.

She ate a small half bowl of things, but in the end she still couldn't stop the smile that came to her, and her eyelids were about to be covered, and the maid, who had always been good at observing words and feelings, immediately withdrew her hand and withdrew with a light movement.

Jing turned around, spread herself comfortably in the futon, blinked and tried to think with a brain that was a little confused and unwilling to cooperate with the work, not knowing if Maxwell had really killed the duo, and whether he had to go back to the Tower of Death to see.

It's just that she woke up around the Tower of Death, but now she doesn't know how far away, not to mention this identity and small body, if she wants to go to that kind of place, I'm afraid it's not easy.

What's more, Maxwell has always only killed and ignored humans, and she just barely got to the second type, and I am afraid that she can't get along with him without any distance as before.

In the end, it would be better to find a way to convince him that she was the sparrow.

There are too many problems to think about, and it is not easy to implement, and the foggy mind of Jing Hao can't hold back and fall asleep before he can think of a reason.

And in the Tower of Death, which she was thinking about, with a rare smile on her face, Maxwell looked at the staff that had just been taken out of the cabinet in front of him, and was trying to flip through his psychic book, the smile on the corner of his mouth tended to widen, and he nodded the staff that he had been holding in his hand recently.

"What do you mean after looking for so long and still can't find it? If you can't find a soul, you still don't want to live in the world. ”

His snow-white fingers clicked on a painting on the table, and the girl on the painting looked at the person outside the painting a little dazed, and there was still some flattery in her eyes, but when she looked closely, she found that the corners of her beautiful mouth were slightly upturned, and there was a hint of cunning hidden in her warm and lively smile.

The psychic book glanced at it from time to time, flipped through itself quickly, and didn't dare to say it once, but there was a crying voice in the tone of his voice, "The great psychic book can't be found, but there is really no her in the soul of the underworld." ”

It couldn't help but open its mind again, "Could it be that she is too good-looking, and the Hades King specially allowed her to reincarnate early?" ”

The idea was a bit ridiculous, but as soon as it saw the smile on the face of the expressionless demon before, and the souls outside the door that had become the nourishment of the trees and were still criing out in pain, it immediately turned itself upside down, intending to try even this whimsical possibility.

Woo woo, it has only lived for tens of thousands of years, and it still wants to live a little longer~

Halfway through the page-turning, it stopped abruptly, pointed to the content of the record blankly, and looked at the portrait again, with a little doubt in its tone, "Hey, it's actually a princess?" ”

And a princess who should have died a long time ago.

However, before the words could be spoken, the person in the wheelchair had already lost his trace.

The little princess, who had been asleep for a long time, woke up with a big wave, and the king, who was in a good mood, held a ball with a wave of his hand, and invited the sons of the middle age of the domestic nobles, intending to find a lovely person for her while her daughter's health was gradually improving, and get along with each other first, so that they could love him and the queen in the future.

After being dressed up for a long time, wearing a white puffy skirt and a wreath of white flowers on his head, Jing Hao moved his little arms and legs, which was only eight years old, and looked at the king and queen who were smiling happily and relieved in front of him, and silently swallowed back what he wanted to say.

This is no longer a puppy love, but a □□ love.

And when she was held by the king and queen left and right, and ceremoniously introduced to the group of people below, listening to the group of people laughing at precise angles, and praising them vigorously whether they were true or false, she suddenly missed the Tower of Death inexplicably.

No matter how annoying the trees are, no matter how lazy the sound-controlling bird is, it doesn't seem to think about these people.

At least don't worry about the hypocrisy that they are covering up too well for you.

Speaking of which, even Maxwell, who has a stupid bird on his mouth, is better than them, and his recent cooking skills have been better than those of the cooks in the royal capital.

Jing Hao was distracted and thought of a way to return to the Tower of Death, and smiled perfunctorily at the little boy next to her who bragged to her about his "legendary" experience, and her burgundy hair lined her snow-white skin, which looked as if it was carved out of snow jade.

The young boy who was bewitched by the beauty was stunned, and before he could think of any other deeds to brag about, the glass on the side of the large banquet hall shattered without warning under the impact of any object, and the flying fragments frightened the close nobles to retreat in a hurry.

The only remaining elder in the Hall of Light, who was also invited, looked at the large piece of shattered multicolored glass in shock, and took a few steps back in disbelief, "This is impossible, this is a protective shield set by Pope Clovini, there is no way that there is no power to destroy it!" ”

The prestige of the Temple of Light was not much left in that unclear battle, and he could not let the only founder of the Temple of Light who still had a good name fall into the mire.

"Clovinj's stuff, no wonder it's rubbish."

A calm, cold and piercing voice resounded in the banquet hall, and except for the wide-eyed silence, everyone around covered their ears, instinctively fighting against the uncomfortable feeling.

The sound passed through the ear, but it froze even it.

And above the floor of the shattered multicolored scum, in the dim sky that shot in unhindered, a man in a dark black mage robe held a small black wood staff slowly landed on it, looking condescendingly at the brightly dressed but wolf-like crowd in the banquet hall.

His mocking gaze flickered over everyone, and finally landed on the little white figure, and there was some reluctance in his voice after frowning slightly.

"Don't hurry up yet."