"I'm angry that you're not defensive about Orlando, even though I know Orlando is me. My heart told me plainly that it hated Orlando. ”

Only then did the Sui suddenly realize that she had lived in Solomon for so long, and in vain she liked the man in front of her, but she didn't know him at all.

mistakenly thought that after he killed Vashak, she wanted to escape from Solomon so much, but she didn't think carefully that although Artdusty was ruthless, she was not a murderous person.

Orlando, their perception is different. In her eyes, Orlando is an independent elf with her own identity and hobbies, and there is nothing similar to Atchenxi. But in the eyes of Atdust, everything in Orlando was given by him, and in the end, he wanted to betray him and leave with him.

Anger and jealousy intersect, and Orlando can't be allowed to live.

But as long as Vashak is not dead, maybe Senior Houcheng will have the possibility of being saved, she can endure Michael's urging, she can watch him, stay by his side, maybe······ Maybe Yan Lian doesn't have that much control over the demon god?

"The time is almost up, Artdusty, and you remember that I once told you that with the fall of Lucifer, it will be the height of Solomon, and it will also be the beginning of the War of the Holy Demons. The Sui made a decision, the light that came out of the darkness, "I don't know the outcome of the war, but Michael will not give up during this time, but I will be by your side, are you ready?"

The end of the war—he knew—

Isha stole the Book of Rogerair and Solomon's small key to Michael, and Michael, who mastered all the weaknesses of the demon gods, led the angelic legion and ended the war of the Holy Demons by a landslide.

Can ······ now The Sui was not Isha, and he was so convinced that nothing would happen as long as she was under his eyes.

"I trust you," Artdusty said firmly.

"Huh?" the Sui was confused, causing Yat Dust to laugh.

The plants carried their laughter far, far away, and Ferro sat in the middle of a huge flower in the garden, slowly lowering the petals that were gnawing.

Trumpethua twisted her body and said, "How happy, are our king and queen reconciled?"

Ferro touched the trumpet flower, and suddenly laughed and said, "Yes, it's not easy, maybe Solomon will have a little prince or princess." ”

Trumpet asked curiously: "But the queen is a human being, can the little prince and the little princess inherit the next throne?"

Fei Luo made a serious bun face and shook his short whirring fingers: "I don't know, but our king loves the queen deeply." ”

Trumpet Flower imitated the human voice and sighed earnestly: "I heard the big tree say that the angelic world has changed the watchman, although it is a little lax, but it has never stopped, what can I do?"

After a while, it replied to itself, "Actually, it doesn't matter, maybe I won't live to that time, our trumpet flowers have a very short lifespan, and if we weren't in the garden, we wouldn't be able to give birth to sanity." ”

"Ferro Ferro, can you live for a long time, many trees say that you have lived for a long time, maybe you can assist the next prince or princess like the king who assisted us. ”

"No matter how long or short I live, my whole life is Solomon's, like this garden, where Solomon is, it's there. Solomon is gone, and it will not exist. Fei Luo said suspiciously: "It is difficult for a flower of sanity to say so many words, how did you do it?"