"Naturally, we will all listen to your arrangement." Xia Ti suddenly said a little inexplicably.

Melda could tell, his tone seemed a little hollow, and it was clear that his attention was not there.

Well?

Suddenly, Melda looked at Xia Ti with a vigilant expression, the Demon Emperor seemed to have been pierced through the armor with her beauty!

"Ahem, that, this is Xia Ti." Melda pointed at Xia Ti with some embarrassment.

"That's, Harry, Ron."

"Oh! It's a pleasure to meet you guys. Irelia smiled and nodded at Shatila.

Then he pointed to the city behind him and said, "Please come with me, and I will arrange your accommodation." ”

"Thank you very much." Xia Ti said softly, it is rare that our Demon Emperor would speak so gently.

Melda couldn't help but say a few words in her heart.

...

The group of five followed Irelia towards the city.

The towering spirit tree in the distance is lush and magnificent, and the pink blooming spirit flowers are shining in the sunlight, and the petals exude a layer of crystal clear luster, as if they are dazzling gems.

Such bright colors do not make people feel conflicted, but only feel reassured, and the place where the wind blows is everywhere is peaceful.

On the streets of Weili, people come and go, traffic is busy, and people shuttle between them. The cries of the hawkers, the low roars of the animals, everything is so harmonious.

Time seems to have healed the suffering of the war.

At that moment, Melda suddenly noticed a familiar guy in front of the hawker not far away, buying some food and drink.

The vicissitudes of life, the unruly long hair, and the long knife at the waist.

"Holy shit! It's Brother Suozi! Melda looked at the guy in surprise.

Although according to the timeline, Yasuo's appearance in the castle is indeed very reasonable, but reasonable is reasonable, when he really saw this swordsman who is known as the happiest in the alliance, he still felt a little unreal.

"Huh?" Irelia stopped, following Melda's gaze, and she saw the wanderer carrying her brother's blood.

Unlike Melda, Irelia's expression was not so friendly, and she looked at Yasuo with some wariness. There was a complicated look in his eyes.

"Hey, what's wrong, Melda." Harry, who was following Melda, asked curiously.

"Look, that man." Melda said, pointing to Yasuo in the distance.

"He killed a lot of people, some of them were his own people, his own brothers, although he was framed, but he still couldn't change the fact that he killed people."

"Speaking of which, what do you think of him?" Melda's then looked at Irelia and asked.

"I don't know what happened to him, during the war, I was mainly in the north. And he was in the south. Irelia's melodious voice said slowly, "I've heard others talk about him, about Raven, about Elder Soma. ”

When she spoke of Elder Soma, Irelia's tone was noticeably heavier.

"If it were peacetime, I would have taken his hand and caught him, judged, convicted. He'll get the punishment he deserves. ”

"But not now, Noxus is watching, the black fog of Shadow Isle is also on the rise, and I need every strength to resist."

"Unite every force." Irelia said slowly.

It seems that the leader of Ionia has also had to compromise like a crisis of position.

...

"Thank you." The wind carried a vicissitudes of sound in everyone's ears.

There was bitter saltiness in the air.

Is that...

The smell of remorse.

"I didn't forgive you, Yasuo!" There was indifference in Irelia's eyes.

"Yes! I know. Yasuo walked over slowly.

He came here to seek liberation.

After drinking the Blooming Spirit Flower and fighting with Yongen, the feeling of guilt seemed to have eased a lot.

As he spoke, the swordsman who had gone through all the vicissitudes of life slowly nodded to Melda and the others, and then left alone.

His figure is lonely and lonely, like a warrior in the old era, who has met a version change.

"I still like the way he stepped forward fearlessly." Melda was in a trance.

After all, who hasn't played Wind Man?

The gap between reality is a bit big!

After Melda finished sighing, she immediately turned to look at Irelia on the side.

Hey, but I still prefer the knife girl.

Ha! For Ionia!

...

As the leader of the entire Resistance, Irelia seems to be more of a leader than a responsibility.

For example, to find a place for Melda and them to live, she even had to pay for it herself...

Is it so handless?

Shouldn't it be a scene where the young lady's body is shocked and all parties kneel and surrender?

Isn't the next thing to do is to send money, food, and land?

How can the military leader of a city-state live so poorly?

Also, what does that crimson on your face mean right now?

What the hell is this atmosphere that is gradually becoming awkward?

Sister, you can't be that you don't have enough money, right?

In the city of Weili, in front of a row of stone buildings near the spirit tree.

The unknown white stone in front of the door was beautifully carved, like a sheep spirit, from a god from ancient history.

Irelia was standing next to the sheep spirit statue in front of the door, and she was discussing something with an old lady with a kind face.

I'm afraid it's not a bargain...

"Well, in fact, you don't need to arrange a place to live, just find an open space, I brought a tent."

After learning from the previous experience in the Ryukite World, Melda carried a magic tent with her, so she was afraid of encountering some special situations.

"How can I live in a tent?" Irelia's little face was steaming and she muttered a little uneasy.

Seriously, Melda guessed that she should be counting the money...

"No, my magic tent isn't what you think," Melda continued, "You can come along and have a look." ”

Then he walked towards a large clearing under the Spirit Tree.

It looks like a place of worship, surrounded by a variety of flying ribbons.

However, it is clear that the sacrifice is over, as evidenced by the residual smell of strange incense in the air.

Melda stood in the center of the clearing, slowly drawing her wand.

This is his carefully modified magic tent, take a good look!

As he spoke, his wand raised slightly, and a small colorless crystal flew out of his pocket.

Then, a huge magic ring lit up on the ground, and dense magic patterns spread rapidly from the small crystal.

The milky white light nests within each other, eventually enveloping a large expanse of land.

Then it began to shrink rapidly, eventually turning into a large circular ring about three meters in diameter.

Under Melda's control, the ring began to spin.

Each circle of the ring carries a strong melody, and with each turn, countless magic patterns appear, and they are arranged and combined with each other, merging with the earth.

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