The elves are different from the orcs, although there are many classifications, such as white elves, forest elves, black elves, elves, elves, etc., but there are not as many branches as orcs.

Among them, as the dominant, that is, the forest elves and the black elves.

The Black Elves and the Forest Elves have always been the leaders of the Elven Race's combat power, but the difference is that compared to the Forest Elves, the Black Elves are more aggressive.

Since ancient times, the caretakers of the Sky Tree have all been forest elves, and the caretakers of the ruins of the Black Blood Pool have always been black elves.

This has kept the black elves disgruntled.

Why, the forest elves can represent the entire Sixth Continent, while the black elves can only sell their lives?

So, very cliché, the black elves began to have the intention of rebellion.

...

Rou Xinyue is a rare genius of the elf clan in a hundred years.

In terms of talent, Rou Xinyue is no worse than Lei Wei with a longbow.

Longbow Lei Wei is three hundred years old this year, and his cultivation is immortal at the eighth order, while Rou Xinyue is only one hundred and twenty years old this year, and his cultivation has already entered the immortal period.

Most of the elves of her age are still stuck in the out-of-body and unable to move an inch.

I don't know why, Rou Xinyue naturally feels that she is very lucky, and she will always encounter things like picking up treasures or finding ancient exercises.

The adventures she encounters every year may not be encountered by ordinary elves in their lifetime.

With such a powerful luck, she was valued by the three elders.

When he was about forty years old, the three elders used the omniscience of the Sky Tree to petition the goddess Artemis to find out why Rou Xinyue had such good luck.

The results were unexpected.

[Rou Xinyue was blessed by nobles in her previous life, and her luck was blessed by Dao Gen, and she was destined to be the key to saving the elf race]

This is the answer given by the divine consciousness of the goddess Artemis.

Since that day, Rou Xinyue has understood the responsibility on her shoulders, and she has also vowed from that day on: to protect the elves at all costs and fulfill her responsibilities as elves.

And the marriage contract with Lei Wei was made in this way.

Because of the riots of the black elves, the forest elves do not like strife, and in order to avoid tragedy, the forest elves take the initiative to sue for peace.

But how could the Black Elves be willing to stop?

So, Rou Xinyue stood up at this time.

Rou Xinyue is the first master of the elf clan Bow Spirit disciple, and his identity is also noble, in order to appease the black elves, Rou Xinyue took the initiative to ask to marry the prince of the black elves, Longbow Lei Wei!

And Longbow Lei Wei and Rou Xinyue have known each other since childhood, and they already have feelings for her, although Lei Wei has a brutal temperament, in order to marry Rou Xinyue, he took the initiative to suppress the riot of the black elves.

In this way, this contradiction was resolved on the premise that Rou Xinyue sacrificed love.

Is that a huge price? No, it's not a big price at all.

From a racial point of view, this sacrifice is simply negligible, and the small one cannot be called a sacrifice.

But today, Rou Xinyue finally couldn't help it.

Lei Wei's behavior is tantamount to trapping the entire elven race in injustice.

Not to mention that Rou Xinyue has no feelings for him, even if she has feelings, Lei Wei is stubborn and self-serving, and the behavior of inviting the totem clan to help without authorization will make her hate Lei Wei.

At this moment, Rou Xinyue was already very disappointed in Lei Wei.

This is the marriage of Rou Xinyue and Lei Wei.

"Hmm... It's bloody. Hearing this, Meng Xiang couldn't help but comment.

"Yes, but this kind of bloody thing, after really experiencing it personally, it really makes people a little at a loss, if it weren't for Mr. Meng, I think I really..."

Speaking of this, Meng Xiang felt that her face leaning on her shoulder rubbed twice.

It's dependency.

Now Meng Xiang is the only person she can rely on.

This dependence is not because of love, but in her eyes, the more important race!

Meng Xiang's strength is her only hope now, and she also sighed from the bottom of her heart, maybe she met Meng Xiang because of this innate strong luck, right?

"Thank you, Mr. Meng, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't know who to say these words to. ”

She stared blankly ahead, her expression revealing a hint of relief.

"Then again, how did you become a disciple of the Bow Spirit? Your elven clan doesn't seem to have a sect, and you don't have the habit of accepting apprentices, you all rely on your own comprehension, and your talent alone should not be enough for the number one master of your clan to accept you as an apprentice, right?"

Meng Xiang asked a little curiously.

When Rou Xinyue heard this, her beautiful jewel-like eyes suddenly revealed a trace of confusion.

"This ...... It's going to start from the day I was born......"

......

Rou Xinyue's birth is also quite special, as soon as she was born, the first words she said were not her parents, but a poem.

[When the golden wind and jade dew meet, it is better than countless in the world]

How can a newborn baby recite poetry?

This incident shocked the entire Sixth Continent at the beginning, and Rou Xinyue also went to the Heroic Spirit Library to check it, but found that no one had written a poem at all.

Why was I born with this poem, and what does this poem represent?

This has always bothered Rou Xinyue.

Not only that, Rou Xinyue often had a dream before Bigu.

In the dream, he was choked by the neck of a woman who was as beautiful as a flower but had a fierce face, and next to him, a man covered in blood was lying on the ground, crying and screaming for himself.

Immediately afterwards, his neck was pinched alive by the woman into meat sauce, and his head fell to the ground.

Before he died, he also chanted the second half of this poem.

It is better than countless in the world.

This nightmare also plagued Rou Xinyue for a long time, and it was not until she cultivated to break through the Jindan and Bigu that she finally got rid of it.

......

When Meng Xiang heard this, he couldn't help but feel a little weird.

Of course, you can't find the author of this poem, because this is a poem by Qin Guan of the Song Dynasty in ancient China on the earth, [Queqiao Immortal], where do you find the original author on the Nine Continents.

It's really weird.

When Meng Xiang heard this, he could probably guess a thing or two.

This Rou Xinyue is likely to be due to the fact that Meng Po didn't drink enough soup when she was reincarnated, and she left the obsession of her previous life, so this phenomenon will appear.

No, it's not all.

As she said just now, the elves used their all-knowing godhead to find out for her, saying that in her previous life, there were nobles who helped her petition...

That's the point!

When a person dies, their loved ones or themselves often say what they want to be in the next life, but this is useless.

Mortals, cultivators, and even ordinary immortals petition in the afterlife, the specifications are too low, and the petition cannot span the two lives at all.

Unless...

Only when there is a petition from a strong person who surpasses the immeasurable Immortal Emperor can he give blessings to the next life.

In other words, Rou Xinyue's past life... Maybe it has something to do with a supergod?

And this super god must at least reach Meng Xiang's current level!

If you want to give her a luck buff in the next life, then Meng Xiang has the impression that there is only one person who can do this.

Congratulations to the gods of the sky!

In the whole world, there are only a handful of strong people of this level, who prayed for her in this afterlife? Could she really have something to do with Zhu Jue?

"When the golden wind and jade dew meet, it is better than countless in the world..."Rou Xinyue muttered blankly: "What does this poem represent?"

"This poem is called Queqiao Immortal. Meng Xiang said with a smile.

"Uh, Mr. Meng, do you know this poem?"

When Rou Xinyue heard this, she suddenly sat up straight, and looked at Meng Xiang longingly.

Meng Xiang bowed slightly: "Well, this is a poem by a great man on the plane called the earth, and the poem is called Queqiao Immortal." ”

"Earth... Plane?" Rou Xinyue had obviously not heard of any other Earth plane.

Meng Xiang can be sure that Rou Xinyue must have been an earthling in her previous life.

Meng Xiang patiently explained: "The meaning of this poem is that the beauty of meeting you once in this life is better than countless couples in the world, if this poem is related to your previous life, I think the person who gave you this poem in your previous life must love you very much, and you may have experienced a very regrettable love." ”

"Love?" Rou Xinyue repeated the word in a daze.

She savored this poem, and after Meng Xiangyi's explanation, she felt that it was indeed quite charming.

Not only that, but under the repeated recitation, a long-sealed memory in Rou Xinyue's mind actually had a trace of turmoil.

On the green grassland, the man hugged himself from behind, flying a kite, and the two of them laughed so happily...

In the heavy rain, the man cried heartbreakingly, dug a grave for himself with his bare hands, and since then he has been willing to fall willingly...

What are these memories?

How could I have this memory?

It's vague, but it's really my own memory.

This is...

Rou Xinyue was stunned for half an hour, and then she barely came back to her senses from this distant memory.

"Mr. Meng, since you know this poem, can you tell me the whole poem?" she asked urgently.

But...

Poof...

Meng Xiang fell headfirst on top of her snow-white legs.

Rou Xinyue's thighs are snow-white and immature, like pillows, and you can hardly feel the impact when you go down this head.

In the half hour that Rou Xinyue was in a daze, Meng Xiang, who was so sleepy, had already fallen asleep.

"Whew...... The gentle snoring of the ...... became the only sound between heaven and earth.

Looking at Meng Xiang, who was lying on his lap asleep, Rou Xinyue reacted.

Yes, Mr. Meng doesn't know why, he can't get out of the valley, he needs sleep, I woke him up tonight, and he came to me in the middle of the night...

He should be tired, too.

"I'm so sorry, I'm sorry for you, Mr. Meng. ”

Gently, stroking his hair, Meng Xiang, who was asleep, looked like a child.

Rou Xinyue's heart was full of emotion.

She was reluctant to wake Meng Xiang up, but let him use her legs as pillows and silently guard him to sleep.

This picture is so peaceful and beautiful.

Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Meng.

Rou Xinyue sincerely thanked Meng Xiang.

Well?

Suddenly, Rou Xinyue felt something unusual.

How did I get wet between my legs?

The curious Rou Xinyue looked down, and the atmosphere exploded instantly.

"Mr. Meng!! why are you drooling when you sleep?!! it's so disgusting!!Wake up!! wake up."

"Oh, no... Excuse me!"

"Ah!! don't wipe it with your hands!!"

Syllable!!

A loud slap resounded through the night sky.

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