As if confirming her words, she was calm in the following time, and would take the initiative to say hello when she saw him.

And the elves were released.

When they left the villa, they sang and danced, and happily followed their king in search of a new station.

As for Sen Yue, Mu Wuchong later sent someone to find him, but the culprit had already disappeared.

Mu Wuchong couldn't find him even with the spirit of the sea, as if he was already gone.

She didn't care at all about these things, and only watched her people leave with the king from afar.

Mu Wuchong turned his head sideways and saw the unconcealable envy in her eyes.

But she couldn't go.

Half-elves themselves are taboo, and even if they do step forward, they won't pay attention to them.

Seeing her like this, Mu Wuchong secretly built a villa, which was full of flowers and plants.

But when Mu Wuchong brought her to this villa like a treasure, the flowers and plants around her withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The dead air on her body was getting heavier and heavier.

Mu Wu Chongming knew this, but he couldn't do anything.

He could only watch as her wings grew fainter and fading day by day.

It wasn't until the first snow after winter that Mu Wuchong woke up from his sleep and turned his head to see her.

The last of her wings were gone.

Mu Wuchong's heart was beating wildly, and he faintly felt as if something was going to happen that he didn't want to take on at all.

At this moment, she also woke up from her sleep.

Unlike usual, this time she woke up and struggled to sit up.

"Mu Wuchong, I'm about to die." She was still faint and couldn't hear any tone.

Mu Wuchong gritted his back molars and refused to answer, as if as long as he didn't agree, this would not happen.

But no matter how he didn't agree, the person in front of him still coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Immediately afterward, her bright eyes gradually dimmed.

She hesitated for a moment, but held out her hand to him.

Mu Wuchong immediately handed his hand over.

"Spirit of the Sea...... Are you there? ”

Although he didn't know what she asked the Ocean Spirit to do, Mu Wuchong immediately sent the Ocean Spirit to her.

She pursed her lips and smiled, placing the ring on his hand.

In an instant, the strong feelings disappeared.

He looked at her like a bystander, and his heart was empty.

"Promise me to wear it all the time......"

She coughed up a mouthful of blood again, her eyes darkening.

Finally, her hand fell limply.

Mu Wuchong looked at her calmly, wanting to cry, but he couldn't shed a single tear.

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After her death, Mu Wuchong placed her in the best cemetery.

He brought the spirit of the sea, and he became more like an elf.

People in the company say that he has no feelings, and no matter what happens, he is an expression.

Mu Wuchong never refuted these words when he heard them.

He lived peacefully, sunrise and sunset, and there was no one around him, but he was never sad.

Every year on her death day, he would go to her grave, stand silently for a long time, and finally leave without saying a word.

He didn't know what to say.

It wasn't until he was also gray-haired and about to leave that Mu Wuchonghe took off the Ocean Spirit in his hand in front of him.

The soul of the ocean that he had taken down was put aside, and Mu Wuchong closed his eyes.

A tear that had been hidden in his heart for many years finally slowly passed through the corner of his eye.