Where did a hundred years go and what did they do, the question is difficult to answer. The person on the other side of the www.biquge.info is not an ordinary person, you can pass it by fooling around, look at Seinhill should have a lifespan of thousands of years, even if the elves develop their thinking slowly, they will experience more things than ordinary humans for so long.

And in order to get Seinhill out of the army, she also promised that she would explain it clearly when the time came.

Cheng Qianxun thought for a while, and then replied: "In the kingdom of God." ”

Seinhill seemed to have poured the wine, and stood for a moment before turning around with his glass: "You always have a different answer. ”

Of course, these words are not enough, and she also faces it calmly: "In the kingdom of God, time is not the same here. Just as time here is different from human beings, time here seems to be the same, but it is also fleeting. ”

After a moment's thought, Seanhill asked, "Are you friends alright?" ”

This is the beginning of another topic, and if you deliberately avoid it, you can go through it superficially. Everything needs to be thought about before answering, but fortunately, experience has shortened the time for thinking to a very short time: "They are very good, they are still in the divine realm, and I will come alone." ”

Before Seenhill could ask, she replied first: "This time, I am not here to help you, nor to help humans, but whoever is there, I will destroy whomever it is, no matter what race." ”

Seanhill raised his head slightly, expressing puzzlement: "Why?" ”

She quickly made up the reason: "There should be no war there, and it is clear from this that no one can compare to the power of God." ”

Seanhill looked at her, then smiled, laughed so much that the mountains and rivers were discolored, picked up the wine glass and took a sip, and laughed at himself: "War is really a very stupid act, elves don't like war, and when they see every life disappear, they will regret it afterwards." But sometimes you can't reason with humans and orcs. ”

Humans are belligerent, orcs are more belligerent, whether they are equal in strength or not, even if there is a huge disparity, humans will wage war against each other. From antiquity to the caves, food, women; to the ancient struggle for territory, resources, and women; Up to now, no matter what it is for, it is still going on without changing the soup.

The wine is indeed very tasty, sweet, but the wine that has not been raised by formaldehyde has a high alcohol content and a lot of stamina.

"The wine is really better than last time, although I don't know how to taste it." She chatted casually and passed the cold scene in the middle.

"Do you want more?" Seanhill had finished his glass and turned to pour it again. This beauty, indeed a masterpiece of heaven, is pleasing to the eye from any angle, even the back. It's a pity that the elf's fertility rate is extremely low, and he has been single for several centuries, otherwise he should have given birth to seventeen or eighteen to solve the pain of the lovesickness of the daughters of the lords for him.

I can be dazzled when I turn around and face it head-on. Wear a low neckline, just the right amount of low. In the end, he has lived for so long, and he has a pretty good grasp of proportion.

Seanhill looked at it, and there was a smile on his beautiful face: "After so many years, you are still the same." There are some traces of age on the elf's face, but you don't have any of them. As if trying to see if there were any small wrinkles on her face, she walked over with a wine glass.

The appearance of such a tall and unusually tall beauty when she walked over, the effect was definitely steely.

Standing in front of him, he could see the patterns and folds on his clothes. After all, she was still a human being, and she didn't dare to look up at the other party's face directly, so she pulled on to other things: "I heard that Alain Ander went to guard the grave?" ”

"Grave guard?" Talking about this female elf who definitely has an insider, sure enough, Sean Hill changed the topic with him. He sneered and drank the wine from the wine glass in one gulp: "After the elf dies, the body disappears, and there is no tomb. ”

A pile of ruins of unused ancient scrapped machines, no human figures, a fart. She said with words in her words: "It's okay to do this, let her calm down, she should understand that there is no possibility, don't expect extravagantly... I went to see how my room was prepared, and I wonder if the garden meadow had changed in a hundred years. Let me be gone! ”

Seinhill tilted his head slightly, agreed, and watched her leave silently.

The previous words were also addressed to Seanhill.

She bears the title of Protoss, and the Elves are two races. No matter how strong the ability is, it's not something that the elves can hope for... What a sarcasm, the son took a fancy to the low-status wood elves; Lao Tzu wants to have something to do with the Protoss. What Seanhill said to Alain Elle applied to him the other way around.

So before she had gone far, Seenhill had already poured another glass of wine, hoping that he didn't want to get drunk.

A hundred years have passed, and the castle seems to have not changed much, except that the trees in the woods at the edge of the garden have grown taller and thicker. Some trees have disappeared and been replaced by others. Trees that can live for more than 100 years have become ancient trees, and it is normal for the old and the new to be replaced.

It's good to be an elf, and there's a lot of time, of course, but only if something hasn't happened yet. Falling out of love is one of the causes of elf death, and for a long time, those who love but don't love themselves will suffer endlessly. Elves whose partners are dead are rarely dead. Death and loss are two different kinds of suffering, and thoughts and memories are generally deadly.

Walking into the garden, some of the elves remembered, some of them forgot. As before, they were watching her directly or secretly from the sidelines, whispering. The difference is that there is a kind of awe in their eyes and gestures.

Awe, what a good word, is it more respect, or more fear? The orcs can be wiped out at once, no matter who it is, they should not be provoked.

"Cheng~" someone called her. It was Omrod, who walked briskly all the way, the cardigan he was wearing tumbling with his footsteps, and time made him more temperamental: "I'm looking for you, the room is ready." ”

Then go ahead, stay here, and at most let others watch as monsters.

After all, he was young, and Omrod walked on the road, holding back for a while, and after hesitating, he had the words to talk: "Cheng, you are still the same." ”

"So are you." She replied lightly. I don't want to be too close, she didn't come here to make friends, let alone to find her husband. Sooner or later, they will leave, and according to past experience, whoever falls in love with her will be unlucky. If Robert hadn't been heartless, maybe he would have braided early, but in the end, he died for her.

The coldness made Omrod at a loss, and after a while, he timidly asked, "Isn't the Protoss also old?" ”

"Not necessarily." She's not really a Protoss, she's just an undead. Well, some words are better to be clear, and if they are clear, maybe they can be transmitted to the pointed and long ears of the elf king described as a flower and a moon, and they all feel that they all have signs of spring blooming. (To be continued.) )