Huh? Are they all real?

In the distant era, the Holy Tree personally selected Lothlórien from the Mirror Elf among the many elves and gave it to his king as his deputy and secretary.

At the same time, she was also the wife chosen by the Holy Tree for the king.

She knew very well that there was no love between her and her king.

They are more like a pair of like-minded friends.

Of course, she could also put herself in the wife's shoes if he wanted to.

But it was obvious that her king did not mean this.

She didn't feel disappointed about this because he was already her king.

No matter what kind of relationship the God and the King have together, there is no doubt that they are the closest.

So based on this, Yectrasil personally carefully selected Roselorien from among countless elves.

She is excellent, pious, and most importantly, the Holy Tree knows her love.

And a just-in-case preparation.

From the first sight of her, or from the moment she was born, the Holy Tree knew that this child had the qualifications to become a god!

To this day, she has proven that the Holy Tree was right.

She completed the twelve trials and became the Shadow Sun to shoulder the entire elves in place of the king.

If something unexpected happens that cannot be predicted.

Then this child might be able to accompany her king on her behalf.

However, the future was beyond her imagination after all.

The king left first, and the chosen child grew into a new goddess on his own.

After all, she is not the original, and she cannot control everything after all.

As for the Holy Tree's answer, Moen, who was lying quietly on her lap, replied:

"That's it."

"Yeah, that's it."

The voice of the Holy Tree echoed lightly in Moen's ears. At the same time, her hand unconsciously placed on Moen's face and gently touched him.

"So what do you think she'll do?"

"And have you discovered anything?"

Regarding this question, the Holy Tree just lowered his head and looked at him and smiled:

"Don't worry, no matter what happens in the end, someone will be by your side. This time, you won't be taken away!"

Moen said helplessly:

"That's not what I asked."

"I know what you want to ask, but I don't know either."

"I don't know what that child is thinking, or what she will do, let alone whether she has done anything."

The Holy Tree's hand did not continue to caress Morn's cheek, but quietly placed it next to his ear.

Yectrasil looked at Morn seriously and said:

"But one thing I want you to remember is that no matter what happens."

"Please be sure not to blame that child."

"Because it's all because she loves you, and it's also because there must be a qualified person by your side."

"You still have very important things to do, don't you?"

After a brief silence, Morn said to Yggdrasil:

"This may hurt you, and it will definitely hurt me, because I caused all of this!"

Without waiting for Moen to continue.

Yggdrasil put his hand on his mouth to stop him from continuing.

"It's not because you caused all this, it's because of me. I chose that child and gave it to you!"

After saying this, the Holy Tree said to his king with regret and infinite love:

"Also, it's really time for you to wake up this time."

"But please remember, don't blame anyone for me, especially yourself!"

In order to prevent his beloved king from saying anything.

Also to say goodbye.

Yggdrasil held his cheek, carefully pulled out his knees, and kissed the king.

This time, it did come from her tenderness.

Rather than pretending to be gentle.

In the king's surprise, his eyes suddenly widened.

But this time, although the feeling behind his head had not changed, the person in front of him was no longer Yggdrasil.

But a cheek that was rapidly blushing.

"Rothlorien?!"

"Hello, Your Majesty. Good morning, good morning, I just think you may need better enjoyment!"

"Think about it, that cold pillow, definitely, definitely, uh, anyway."

Looking at the incoherent Roselorien, Morn also laughed.

"Okay, let me get up!"

"Ah, ah, okay."

Feeling slightly regretful, Roselorien let go of the king.

And Moen, who got up, couldn't help but touch his lips.

Just now, Yggdrasil kissed herself.

She must know something!

So, what is Roserorian really planning? !

Roselorian, who noticed this scene, lowered her head even more uneasily.

She did want to sneak a kiss and taste it.

However, every time he is about to get close, he can't help but look back shyly.

Next time, I must kiss you next time, at least on the forehead!

Or you can lower the difficulty and just put your forehead against your forehead?

While Roselorien was thinking, Morn asked her directly:

"What do you think of Yggdrasil?"

Shadow Sun suddenly raised his head.

And her king looked at her the same way.

"Please answer me as a goddess, what do you think of Yggdrasil, who is also a god?"

No hesitation, no evasion.

The Shadow Sun bowed slightly to the king in front of him and said:

"I hate her, Your Majesty, she took you from me!"

"What will you do?"

Roselorien, who did not look up at herself, said seriously:

"I love you, Your Majesty, so I will not hurt you."

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After sending her queen away.

Yggdrasil also walked down from the bed.

She walked towards the window and touched her lips like Morn.

She felt that this would be very special.

She felt that her mood would have huge ups and downs.

But unexpectedly, she did not feel that way.

It was just a very simple touch, but it was such a simple touch, but she found that she wanted to do it again.

After realizing this, she finally walked out of the window hidden in the curtain.

The false light created for the king was also broken.

Here, it was no longer the sun or the light of the holy tree that illuminated the entire world.

Instead, it was the black curtain extending from a water mirror. The curtain was exactly the same as the one around her.

At the same time, under the curtain was the holy tree itself.

Looking at the curtain covering the holy tree and the water mirror extending from the curtain.

Yggdrasil's sight passed over the mirror and quietly looked at the reflection behind the water mirror.

That was the holy tree without the curtain, as well as the entire valley and the old city.