Huh? Are they all real?

Looking at Moon sleeping peacefully.

Shadow Sun's mouth corners couldn't help but slightly raise.

After carefully brushing away the scattered hair, Shadow Sun just looked at her lover's face quietly.

She had been looking forward to this day for too long.

So she felt that she couldn't see enough.

But the only problem was.

Shadow Sun's eyes did not leave Moon's face, but her hand was slightly placed on Moon's magic ring.

The king forged this ring in the eternal flames of the End Mountain.

Among the twelve golden flower lords, only Shadow Sun, as the deputy, knew the existence of the magic ring the most.

The others only knew that the true uniqueness was hidden in the fool's sword.

"Why do you want to hide your true face?"

"Is it because you are a human now, so you don't want everyone to know?"

Facing the sleeping king, the goddess asked him in a low voice.

But it was more like a little dissatisfaction and complaint.

Because her king did not tell her the truth.

Obviously, she chose the king. The soul is the essence, and the body is just a shell.

As long as the soul is still the same person, then the appearance and the shell are insignificant.

Whether ugly or ordinary, the king will always be the king.

Of course, she still has to look better, otherwise how can she please the king more?

The goddess can easily pierce the disguise of the ring. After all, the real function of the ring is not this.

But the goddess did not do so.

This is the king's choice.

She didn't even ask.

She just waited quietly, and complained a little at this moment when no one knew.

After a brief hesitation, the goddess decided to be bolder.

She carefully supported the king's head and neck, and then took off the pillow she prepared by herself.

Then, the goddess's jade-like hand slowly reached for her high heels, gently untied the shoelaces, and gracefully took off the high heels. Revealing the exquisite jade feet like works of art.

She sat down gently, and the bed sank slightly, as if welcoming the goddess's arrival.

Finally, with the goddess' eyes full of tenderness and pity, she carefully placed the king on her knees, as if protecting the most precious treasure in the world.

Her long hair was like a waterfall, and the moonlight shining on it could not help but add a bit of softness to this scene. The goddess lowered her head slightly and stared at the king, her eyes full of love and concern, as if the whole world was still at this moment, just to protect this peaceful and beautiful picture.

This should be the highest level of enjoyment in the world.

Using the knees of a goddess as a pillow.

It seems to feel unprecedented softness and comfort.

The sleeping Moon's expression was visibly relaxed.

This also made the corners of the goddess' mouth rise more and more.

But soon, the goddess frowned slightly.

And spread her sight around.

It seems that something is wrong.

——

And in the king's dream.

Moon is feeling unprecedented comfort.

Warm bed, comfortable pillows, and fragrance lingering around.

All this was simply wonderful.

So Moon fell asleep very immersed.

When the light outside the window shone in through the hollow carvings.

Moon reluctantly opened his eyes from his sleep.

The first thing that caught his eye was the slightly hazy light and a very refreshing greeting:

"Good morning, my majesty. But you can continue to sleep! It's still early!"

It was not Roselorian's voice, nor was it even a familiar voice, but this voice was obviously very strange.

But he felt extremely familiar and adapted.

It was as if he and the other person had lived for a long, long time.

After opening his eyes slightly confusedly, Moon saw a lady hidden deep in the curtains.

And from this perspective.

Was he sleeping on her thighs?

Knee pillow? !

"How is it? Although it is just a false dream, this feeling is real!"

Is this a dream? !

The woman's voice made Moon more and more strange.

He wanted to get up from the woman's thigh, but the woman's hand held him down.

The force was not strong, just to show the meaning of dissuasion.

Surprisingly, Morn just stopped.

Because Morn had recognized who she was.

"Yoktrasil?"

"You recognized it, my majesty."

After saying this with a smile, her true face hidden behind the curtain was also revealed to Morn.

Still separated by the curtain, but the curtain had no effect at this moment.

Undoubtedly a beauty, at the same time, in her, Morn also felt unprecedented kindness and tolerance.

Very motherly tenderness.

This is a trait that only the Holy Tree can have.

She tolerated the malice of this world and forgave the blasphemous dragon that cursed the rivers of the entire world with her pus, blood and resentment.

Many people also believe that the Holy Tree is the cornerstone of the original creation of the world, and even many fanatics from outside the elves firmly claim that the Holy Tree is actually the half of the original.

However, this appearance is indeed the first time Morn has seen it.

But even so, Moon recognized her.

So after a brief surprise, Morn, who was still lying on her thighs, looked at her face and smiled:

"How could I not recognize you?"

Simply a sentence, but it made Yuktrasil's cheeks slightly red.

"Your words are still so easy to capture people's hearts, my majesty."

"I'm just telling the truth, Yuktrasil."

The more so, the more obvious the blush on the face of the Holy Tree.

"Your majesty, you should also know how much trouble you have caused because of your mouth!"

Hearing this, Morn also smiled embarrassedly.

"I asked Trapolis, and he said he didn't find anything special, so what about you, did you find anything?"

"And, how do you think this matter will develop?"

Because it is an unprecedented thing, Morn still plans to discuss it with the Holy Tree.

He feels that this may be the only goddess who can stand firmly behind him at present.

The other goddesses are also very reliable, but Morn can't trust them in this matter alone.

After thinking about this, Morn also asked another question to Yggdrasil:

"Why are you so tolerant of another goddess choosing me as the king?"

The words of Trapolis also floated in Morn's mind.

In response, the sacred tree, which still provided Morn with its thigh as a knee pillow, just looked at him and said:

"Maybe it's just because my love for you is not that of a couple."

After saying that, her eyes drifted away and said:

"It may also be because I personally chose Roselorian to give to you."