"Your Highness, Your Highness? Are you alright? Let's get out of here quickly and not be unobtrusive. ”

This is the reaction during the monsoon rain, and he answered, carrying his skirt and walking towards the door.

There was a dull light in his eyes.

Remembering what he had just heard—

The more beautiful and delicate the child, the more likely it is to attract the attention of the dark elves who like beauty, but safety is not guaranteed, whether it is your most delicate child or the whole world, Your Majesty, you have to make a decision.

The corners of the lips during the monsoon rain slowly and slowly curved.

Raising his hand, he stroked his cheek.

This delicate face has always been covered with various things, ensuring that those around him do not see his bright eye.

Resolve?

It's obvious.

Even if he was going to die, he would drag everyone to hell with him.

End this situation where being alive is not like being alive, and dying is unwilling.

***

Qinghui arrived at the luxurious palace in the palace.

Refused the service of all servants.

He also refused the old wizard's request to stay nearby.

She was the only one in the entire hall.

Empty.

The ambiance is just right.

Qinghui stared earnestly and opened his mouth seriously.

The cold, soft voice that seemed to have an echo sounded again.

Wrong.

Qinghui cleared his throat, adjusted with his own strength, and spoke again.

Still not right.

Butterfly light coffee that lands on the petals next to it: ......

I really watched it and fell silent.

I found a free place to correct my voice.

By the time Qinghui finally turned his voice back to the voice he was used to, it had already been a day.

Qinghui raised his hand and touched the place where his throat was.

He sighed softly.

"Annoying."

The small voice is sweet and sweet, with a little soft and glutinous taste.

said that he wanted to return the voice he was used to, but when he really came back, Qinghui found that his voice was much more tender than his previous voice.

There is no majesty of the Spirit Sword at all.

But she's used to it.

It's all the fault of that bastard sword master.

Qinghui raised his foot dissatisfiedly and kicked on the table next to him.

Then I looked at the recessed piece of the table.

Qinghui stared at his own eyes.

Why?

What about porcelain?

She didn't do anything either!

It looks decent here, why is it so unsturdy??

Lying on the flower, the light coffee shook his wings at this time, and explained to Qinghui, "Because Lord Qinghui, your physical fitness in this plane is too strong and does not belong to the category of human beings, so this kind of thing will become like this for you with a little effort. ’

So it's really not someone else's business.

Qinghui was inaudible.

Standing up, not going to deal with the matter of 'being touched', the wings behind him fanned.

I almost fanned the butterfly that was lying on the petals.

The shallow coffee was caught in Qinghui's hand in a daze.

In the next second, Qinghui was extremely fast and flew out of the room.

Go to the place where you have a mark reaction that you have made.

All the way to a remote corner of the palace.

It looks in disrepair and a lot of things are in tatters.

It's hard to imagine that such a luxurious palace could retain such a place, and that there were still people living in this place.

Qinghui blinked his eyes, his wings flapping behind him.

Fall outside a room.

Look through the window and look inside the window.