The seabird flew along the blowing sea breeze to the place where the dead elf was, and its body, with the blessing of the unequaled Raja to Isitab, no matter what kind of power vortex it was in, the unequaled Raja always maintained a heart of mercy and redemption, which is why Shi Duyun had to send him to protect Su Anni, because the boy saved by Isitab must not have any accidents.

The white and gray bird passed through the boys' lowered heads and landed on Isitab's forehead, and in an instant, Isitab's whole person began to become transparent, gradually disappearing, and merging into the bird's body like a ray of morning light, until the body and soul were completely gone.

Then, white elven leaves like flower petals fell from the entire shed, and these elven leaves were integrated into the bodies of the three teenagers, making them feel the power they had never had, because of the help of the birds, the spiritual mana in the old elf's body was evenly distributed to the three elven teenagers, and each increased the spiritual mana of half a rank for them, which was also the only thing that Wushuang Luojia could do for them.

In this way, although the three elf boys have not yet been upgraded, their spiritual mana is considered to have exceeded a level, and there is no problem in dealing with the lowest level beasts, and next, it depends on whether Zheng Zhan is willing to become a member of this team, after all, he will be the strongest among them in the future. Wushuang Luo Jia naturally hopes that Zheng Zhan can return to the team.

But hope is hope, the actual action still depends on the three elf boys, if they can't take the initiative to get close to Zhengzhan, it will be difficult to get the trust of the young monster again.

After a long time, Isimakia stood up, tears already clear from her eyes.

Strangely, as soon as Isima stood up, the gray-white seabird got up and flew down to her shoulder, as if they had known her for many years and had a tacit understanding in her heart.

Turning her head to stroke the feathers of the seabird, Isimakia decided that he must have changed from her father, so Isimia's eyes were full of tenderness and affection, as if facing her previous father.

With a seabird on her shoulder and a baby in her arms, Isima looked like a saint who had come out of a painting, exuding a noble and soft temperament, no less than a girl among any high nobles.

Yata and Bo Yituo around her almost fell for her. The two of them stood up one after the other, and the three of them walked out of the low hut together, and from then on they would no longer have shelter, and would have to walk the world on their own.

Yata asked Isimakia, "Are we going back to Zhengzhan?"

"Yes!" Isimuya replied firmly, "Father asked us to take him with him before he died, because if Zheng Zhan is really a child of a noble race, then his future strength is not comparable to the three of us, we must become partners, whether it is for Su An Ni or for ourselves, my father's decision will not be wrong." ”

With that, Isimakia took the lead in spreading her wings with beautiful pink-gray feathers and flew in the direction of Zhengzhan Liudi, while Yata and Thin Wing Taku, after glancing at each other, immediately followed. However, Bo Yituo didn't seem very happy, because he felt that Isima was taking Zheng Zhan too seriously, and if they worked hard to upgrade in the future, they wouldn't necessarily be worse than Zheng Zhan.

During the flight, Thin Wing Takuto secretly made up his mind that he must become the strongest person in this team in the future, and use his own strength to protect everyone and impress Esimoya.

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Ruda, who had just left the corridor of Prince Vishkalou's main hall, immediately summoned his own wing spirit Lu Mi Xiu, Lu Mi Xiu is a small wing spirit that has not yet grown up, among all the hereditary honored nobles, only Lu Da's wing spirit is a teenager.

This has to start from before Ruda inherited the throne of the prince, at that time, among the major heirs, Ruda was the most unpopular among others, and they even thought that Ruda was not qualified to be called the successor candidate of Prince Pinga at all.

All this, Luda endured silently back then, and secretly hid a spirit of not admitting defeat in his heart.

When they first chose the Wing Spirits for themselves as adults, the Wing Spirits that their father and the Wing Spirit King selected for them were very good and powerful, and these excellent Wing Spirits were selected by Ruda's brothers and sisters, and they also deliberately designed to make Ruda arrive late, which was reprimanded by his father.

In the end, there were no winged spirits to choose from in the palace of Prince Chengjia, and the original Winged Spirit King Wushuang Lianhua still had a newborn little winged spirit by his side, originally wanting him to join in the fun. But he didn't want to be asked by Luda to give it to him, and the Winged Spirit King didn't want to lose face, so he had to give the newborn little Winged Spirit to Luda and asked him to take good care of it.

Because the winged spirits before the age of ten are very fragile, and even a careless movement can kill them.

But the stubborn Luda was ridiculed by his brothers for a long time, raised the little wing spirit, and named him Lu Mixiu, Lu Mixiu also lived up to Luda's expectations, before he turned twenty years old, he had the strength of the second rank early, and reflected the appearance of a complete Tianqian Wing Spirit, that is, there were horns on his forehead that were the same as those of the mirror moth.

This was extremely rare in the entire Wing Spirit Clan, so from then on, no one dared to laugh at Luda and Lu Mixiu.

Now, Lu Mixiu is still half a month before he can become an adult, and he has carried out many orders for Luda and has never missed, so Ruda trusts Lu Mixiu as much as he trusts himself.

Lu Qi has a slender face that is a little more stable than the average teenager, her skin is bronzed, just the opposite of Ruda, her hair is very short, clinging to her scalp, and it is pure white. There was always a calm and thoughtful look in his eyes, which was very similar to his master, but Lu Qixiu's expression did not look cold.

Spreading his white wings, each feather of Lu Qixiu was very fluffy, making his wings look even bigger.

His whole body floated in front of his master, waiting for orders, Ruda never needed Lu Mixiu to kneel, he treated Lu Mixiu like a relative.

After summoning Lu Qixiu, Ruda himself fell into hesitation, he didn't know whether to see the lion beast girl who had sacrificed her life for him again.

It wasn't until Lu Mixiu gently touched Luda's crescent-colored lip flap with his lips that Luda recovered, and he looked at Lu Mixiu with some annoyance and said, "Don't be like this, it's not good to be seen." ”

"But master, you have always been so hesitant in this matter, and I think you should go and bring back Zhengzhan, who is your only child. Lu Qixiu said his thoughts truthfully.

"Lu Qixiu, Zheng Zhan's mother is dead, if I show up there, what reason should I use to face him? Do you tell him that he is not actually a monster, but a noble race with wings, or tell him that the mother he has identified for twenty years is not his real mother? I think he will hate me. ”

"But I think Zheng Zhan will love you, because you are his real relative. Lu Qixiu still believes that bringing back Zhengzhan is a happy decision.

However, Ruda knew what the consequences of bringing back Zhengzhan would be to himself and Vishkalou. So he shook his head anyway and said, "I will still go to him in a bear's skin, and I hope you will never tell him the truth, Lu Qixiu." ”

After saying that, Ruda left without looking back, he would go to change the heavy armor, put on the bearskin coat he wore when he first saw the lion beast girl, and go to see Zheng Zhan.

Behind Ruda's invisible, Lu Qixiu showed a sad expression, and it could be seen that Ruda's decision made him very sad. And farther away, Jia Zhiluo, who had taken all the words of the two of them into his ears, was looking at Lu Qixiu with hatred.