Sherlock suddenly felt that something was wrong, such a strong wind and rain, if he died, the heat on his body should be dissipated immediately.

But now Mirlu, who was nestled in his arms, had almost no difference in the upper temperature of his body.

"Mill......" he gently shook his body in his arms.

The state of the other party in the Truth Horizon has been fully revealed, and if the remaining health of 17% does not mean anything, then the weak health recovery will not be fake.

Being able to restore life on its own means that the other person's body system is still intact, and at most it is just a coma.

Semi-natural transformation - Wind Elf!

Sherlock held the fireflies in his hand, and the healing techniques were thrown one after another, he was sure that he had just seen the other party's health return to zero, although he didn't know why he had come back to life now, but it was always right to help her recover her health first.

Listening to the anxious and expectant call, Mirlou couldn't continue to pretend even if he was reluctant to carry this embrace, and his eyelashes opened his eyes with difficulty.

"Are you alright?" She whispered weakly.

"Of course, what about you?"

"You're fine, and of course I'm fine."

Seeing the relieved smile that the other party forced the corners of his mouth to show, Sherlock was somehow distressed, and in this distress, there was a faint inexplicable throbbing.

Mirlou had already seen what he wanted in the other person's eyes, and he closed his eyes again very obediently, and his heart was silently looking forward to it.

If the other party doesn't grasp such a good opportunity, she is really afraid that she will not be able to control herself.

Speaking of which, Sherlock is not such a person who does not understand the relationship between men and women, but there is always a hint of guilt in his heart when he changes the subject to an NPC, so no matter how much Millou is so appealing to him, he has not taken any actual action.

Until this accident......

He could accept Lan's death because of the possibility of resurrection, but when he saw Mirlu standing in front of him and dying, the pain that hit the deepest part of his heart was really several times deeper than the physical pain

The difference is also thanks to this, he finally recognizes his heart, he does like Millou, even if the other party is just an NPC.

Sherlock's Adam's apple rolled for a moment, as if he had finally made up his mind, and his eyes were full of determination, and then slowly shifted to the pretty features, and finally concentrated on the white lips with a hint of bright red.

He lowered his head slowly, and his lips continued to expand in his vision, until the warmth came again, and he closed his eyes, immersed in the dreaminess of the moment.

……

An hour later

Sherlock looked at the figure who had just come out of the bathroom and asked, "Mill, how the hell did you come back to life?" ”

"I don't know, but it should be the reason for the wind elemental seed in your body." Mirlou wrapped her hands around the strong wind and blew her hair as she said, "Hey, you become a monkey and help me bake it." ”

Eh, I think he was so high-spirited when he was holding a silver fire wooden stick, standing alone on the top of the mountains, laughing at a group of local chickens and dogs, and now ......

"Hurry up, or because of you, I'll end up in this mess?"

"Well, okay, right away, right away."

Now let's listen to the other party obediently, Sherlock finished his transformation, and controlled the temperature of the flame in his hand and stretched over.

The strong wind heats up at high temperatures to create a highly efficient hair dryer that is absolutely essential for home travel.

"Will your strength be restored?"

After learning more about Mirlu's attribute status, he knew that the situation was not as simple as the other party had shown.

The level and level have indeed not changed, but her Wind Elemental Heart has lost its vitality due to excessive energy consumption.

In other words, she now has a powerful panel, but she can't release even the simplest spell, and can only cast some small tricks about the wind element, which is similar to the performance before when she didn't awaken the blood of the wind elemental race.

"It's still not clear, the temperature is a little lower, a little lower."

"Don't worry, I'll help you regain your strength." Sherlock knew the extent of Mirlou's obsession with power, and besides, whether it was the cause of this situation or the current relationship between the two, this kind of thing was what he should do.

"Don't worry, I used to pursue power to change my fate, but now I may not have to."

"Why, have you changed your mind?"

"It's not!" Millu stopped the strong wind in his hand, turned his head and said with a smile, "It's just that you can help me change it later." ”

This was probably the most arduous commission Sherlock had ever received since he became a professional gamer, or rather the heaviest responsibility, so heavy that he did not dare to agree rashly.

However, it feels really good to be trusted and relied on by others.

"Huh!" He still gave the answer with his smile, or promise.

"What a giggle!" Millu said angrily, "I'm going to change my clothes, you're going to wait and see, aren't you?" ”

Bang!

With a slamming door, Sherlock walked alone down the hall.

He was staying at the famous Trident Tavern, and it was already the middle of the night, and there were still many customers in the tavern hall, most of them players, playing games or chatting about the latest current affairs gossip in groups.

A sea elf leaned on the bar, and after seeing the comer, he swept away the fatigue of staying up late on duty, and asked with interest: "What's the matter, was you kicked out of bed by Mirro?" ”

This person Sherlock naturally knows, the princess of the sea elf clan, Lahara, probably because of being a half-elf, and the relationship between them is not bad.

Of course, Mirlou still has the status of a tavern waiter, and the relationship with the other party must be more intimate, otherwise a sea elf princess would not be so interested in making fun of them.

"Mix me a glass of the Blue Lagoon."

"Mirlou's specialty, why don't you let her help you tune it!" Rahala asked curiously.

"One of your taverns even suggests that customers mix their own drinks, so I'll drink it later, give me a glass of boiled water first."

"I'm sorry, it's already adjusted, 599 gold, thank you for your patronage."

Well, this wine did be mixed for him before, and it tasted very good, so he specially wrote down the name, but what he didn't expect was that this small cup would be sold for 599, and drinking unicorn blood was not so expensive, okay.

Tucked away in a corner, sipping heart-wrenching cocktails, Sherlock began to reflect on what had happened that night.