。 After saying this, the silver-haired elf who was afraid of seeing a painful look on the face of the elf king never raised his head again, and his fingers carefully touched the back of the elf king's cold jade-like hand, and put the palm stained with golden blood in the palm of his hand, and then he finally saw the hideous wound that was still bleeding to this day.

Completely different from what he had expected, the wound that should have healed immediately after the magic sword collapsed was still wrapped with a layer of black demonic energy that was the same as that on the magic sword.

As the first creature created by God, Ansel, the embodiment of the light and life of the world, has the ability to repair and heal itself on a par with God.

Therefore, even God will inevitably be surprised by such a situation.

The brows couldn't help but twist into pimples, and the silver-haired elf stretched out his fingertips, wanting to open the placket around the wound to take a closer look, but the elf king in his arms stiffened slightly for a moment, and then wanted to break free.

Sensing Ansel's movements, a trace of dissatisfaction flashed in the silver-haired elf's eyes, and once again tightened the arms that hugged the other party, obviously not intending to be willful to the other party at this time.

Seeing this, the Elf King lowered his eyes to look at the silver-haired elf's head, which was almost attached to his chest, and his thick eyelashes stained with raindrops flickered slightly, and finally let the silver-haired elf move, until—

"Uh-huh......!"

Her eyes opened suddenly, and Anse El's whole body trembled violently, the silver-haired elf's speed was so fast that he could barely react when the pain was transmitted from his chest to his brain.

But the unprecedented coldness was so clear that he could even trace in his mind the subtle direction of every trace of the fingers that were straight into his chest.

Because the owner of that hand is the child who has been raised by him for many years and has long been familiar with it.

There was a chill in his heart that was colder than rain, but Ansel knew that it was not an illusion, but because the child he had raised was holding his heart in the palm of his hand at the moment.

The almost inaudible sigh of "Jade ......" sounded between the two people who hugged each other intimately.

The person who was called by him finally raised his head slowly, his eyes gently stared at Ansel, who had not had a trace of reproach in his eyes, but his wrist was torn outward violently at this moment, and finally the golden heart that was unique in the world was dug out of the elf king's chest.

Golden blood flowed from his chest and mouth, and Ansel's face, almost instantly, was covered with a dark color of imminent death.

Putting Anse Air back on the golden crystal platform, the silver-haired elf traced his face almost obsessively, but the smile in his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

"Ansel, you really don't have the slightest defense against Jadeite."

The young man with silver hair like a waterfall, red eyes like blood, and a golden heart in his hand is no different from the child in Ansel's memory.

It's just that, although he had been prepared, the unprecedented pain in his chest was still beyond Ansel's expectations.

Coughing up a mouthful of golden blood, Anse El glanced at the silver-haired elf who was still looking at his heart, and finally called out the other party's real name:

“…… Kaos. ”