Chronicle of the Elf Realm

Inenji's sea-blue eyes stared at Sijia. The latter's breath became lighter and lighter, making people suspect that he would disappear in the next second.

"I'm late"

Her white palm gently held Sika's bloody hand. A queen like Inenji, who has a serious mysophobia, would actually hold that blood-stained hand. If word spread, it would probably be worse than a dragon. sensation.

Inenji not only has a severe mysophobia, but also a serious aversion to physical contact. If she is not an elf recognized by her or a member of another race, there is no chance to touch her. She even doesn't bother to talk to the other party. Normally, , the group of elites under her will help her handle these chores, and many guys can't even meet her.

However, this time, it was a task given by Tuanzi herself, and she was required to perform it alone and hide her identity. This gave her a headache at first, because as soon as she went out, a group of guys who were desperate for her life would surround her.

Sometimes, being too good-looking can also lead to trouble. After all, the Elf Realm is not a unified society. Everyone has noble moral sentiments, so it is inevitable that some elves with low moral qualities and guys from other races will occasionally appear, and those This guy became a vulgar fly in Inenji's eyes. Flies are pests with tenacious vitality. Most of them like to make buzzing sounds and fly around beautiful things. They kill one group after another, which is endless and annoying.

But she doesn’t like to hide her appearance, and it’s even more impossible to wear a veil. According to her, it’s probably up to you to control what I look like, even if I’m so ugly that people will puke if they see me. The degree is also my own business. What qualifications do others have and why should they ask me to make changes? Even if I am too good-looking to attract wolves, then I am happy to show my appearance. You want to watch it or secretly draw it, it’s up to you, but don’t interfere with me. Are you my relative or my aunt? , such a wide range of control

She is so straightforward and overbearing, so there are constant troubles along the way. If it were Sijia, he would definitely complain in his heart that he would not die if he didn't do anything. Of course, it was only in his heart, he didn't have the courage to say it out.

The sea-blue eyes had always been icy cold. At this moment, a rare glimmer of relief appeared. Inenji pulled out a handkerchief from the denim hot pants like magic.

The handkerchief was light beige, very clean, without any lines or flowers. It was embroidered with patterns such as landscapes and landscapes, which was consistent with the "red handkerchief with a thin center" described in Gong's poem. "Drawing a pair of cicadas" is very different, and it is not like the historic blue and white printed handkerchief. It is so simple that people think it is just a piece of fabric cut from a piece of silk satin, but in that small corner, it is The three letters "yns" in capital letters on the flamboyant show are exactly the abbreviation of Yi Nianji's name. It is like the effect of a brand name, turning decay into magic, and the grade of the handkerchief suddenly soared to the extreme.

Holding a handkerchief custom-made from Na Clothes Workshop, she carefully wiped the blood on Sijia's hands. She looked like a virtuous wife taking care of her injured and bedridden husband without any complaints. It was fascinating, of course. , a handkerchief, something that represents honor and tokens, is used to wipe blood at this time, which can't help but feel a bit arrogant.

After all, the handkerchief was too small, as useless as an embroidered pillow. He just wiped one of Sijia's hands, but it was completely soaked in blood and was almost scrapped.

Inenji held the blood-stained handkerchief, with a complicated expression in his sea-blue eyes.

If you had followed me and not run around, how could you have been so seriously injured? If you had stayed by my side obediently and felt at ease under my protection, I would have helped you block it before the last moment came. Wouldn't it be great to get rid of all the trouble? But why do you want to run away? Just because you are afraid. If you stay like this, what should I do to you? If I can't find you in time today, what will be the result?

The moment Inenji was given the task by Tuanzi, she knew it wouldn't be that simple. After all, this was the highest level task.

After waiting for more than ten years, the only mission that Tuanzi values ​​​​is

But she didn't expect that what she had to face would be such a weak and helpless young man. His useless appearance made people sigh, but his lonely look was still capable of self-control in the face of blows. The idiotic spirit of complaining to comfort people really makes people feel that he is very pitiful. He is really a pitiful and hateful young man, but why is he burdened with such a heavy fate? It just happens that he is a descendant of the royal family.

What should I do to let you go on your true path?

Inenji's fingers couldn't help but feel a little heavier when holding the handkerchief, and the distinct joints were pale, "Forget it, I should treat you first."

Although I don’t know how to face Sijia after waking up, facing an eighteen-year-old boy who has a stupid crush on me but thinks he doesn’t know it, but the boy doesn’t know that the aloof Queen already has another person in her heart. Existing, that is an existence that is out of reach for him in his lifetime, even if he is reborn as a Super Saiyan, or even reincarnated as a Great God.

He owns the night and the stars, he owns the light and the future, he owns this world

And Si Jia is now just a descendant of a declining royal family.

Fate is always so cruel, and fate is always unspeakably heavy.

Yi Nianji opened his red lips lightly, and the ancient and mysterious elven words slowly overflowed, turning into solid golden characters. The characters were filled with flowing vitality. This is the most primitive method, which is extremely mysterious in itself and contains powerful energy. Healing with the language of power was a situation that only occurred with the healing magic of the talented magic class in ancient times.

Ancient magic basically disappeared after the Battle of Destruction, and it completely disappeared at the end of the Middle Ages.

In other words, Inenji can master the long-lost ancient magic. No matter what the source is, her real power is so powerful that if the elves guys see it, they will probably sigh, she is indeed She is truly worthy of the name of Queen, and is indeed the most suitable guardian chosen by the Lord.

Golden luster enveloped Sijia's body, and those solid golden characters blended perfectly with the flesh and blood. The burned skin grew back, more lustrous than before, like the skin of a newborn baby, and the blood on his body seemed to be affected by an inexplicable force. The suction force was broken into extremely small particles, and returned to the blood vessels of the body along the pores, flowing and circulating again. Na Sijia's appearance was no different from before he was injured, or even better. It was as if he had undergone a full set of skin care, and his whole body looked like polished glass.

The eyelids were still firmly closed, and his brows were furrowed tightly, as if he was trapped in a terrifying nightmare.

"Logically speaking, it should work. This primitive healing magic doesn't even have a problem with mental restoration. Why don't you wake up?" There seemed to be a little doubt in Inenji's sea-blue eyes.

She has never encountered this kind of situation before, so she may be surprised. After all, she is not omnipotent.

"Judging from the research of those weird elf scholars, this kind of situation is caused by the unwillingness of the consciousness to wake up." Yi Nianji's eyebrows frowned slightly, obviously realizing that the matter was a bit serious, "Sure enough, I still shouldn't take you with me. come"

There seemed to be a little bit of self-blame and a little guilt in that nice voice.

"Inen Temple"

Sika shouted vaguely, and Inenji was shocked. He shouted exactly her name.

Being able to call out a person's name when his consciousness is unclear probably has a very important status in Sijia's heart.

Inenji blinked his long eyelashes and said softly: "You shouldn't be like this."

Sijia struggled to open his eyes. A ray of bright light penetrated his sea-blue pupils, and the world appeared clearly in his eyes. He raised his hands to block the sunlight a little unaccustomedly.

Am I still alive? I murmured in my heart.

However, he found that there seemed to be someone beside him. He turned his head in confusion, but found that the elf was above him, against the light, and his outline was blurred. However, because of the familiar feeling and the pleasant smell of gardenia, the two lines were clear. The tears just flowed out.

It's great to see each other again

"Wake up" Inenji's voice was rare and gentle.

"Yes." Sijia sat up effortlessly. His body didn't feel any pain, but felt quite comfortable.

Inenji took a few steps back, stood up, and looked down at Siga sitting on the grass.

"You've been here a long time"

After saying this, Si Jia just wanted to give herself a few slaps. Isn't this nonsense? She had been waiting for him to come back with the Zou Jiao people. Naturally, she had been staying here for a long time. At this time, she was surviving the disaster, so shouldn't she look handsome? Did he say such heroic words as "I was accidentally attacked by those little monsters and I didn't expect to be injured like this?" to show off and gain favor? Or was it "Thank you for watching me here while I was injured." "Ah" and other similar expressions of thanks.

Why don't you say so many words, but this crappy vernacular?

"kindness"

Inenji thought about the half-dragon. When she arrived, the half-dragon slowly changed from her appearance to its original form, and she immediately understood what was going on. Presumably the half-dragon had acted like himself before and approached Si Jia, but she didn't want Si Jia to know about it, so she just pretended that it was her who was always there before.

Just let him think that you are always by his side, so that he can at least have some sense of security in his heart.

"That"

Just as Sijia was about to say something more, two streams of light from a distance flew toward them like chasing stars and chasing the moon, and suddenly landed in this area, raising a strong wind.

He took a closer look and saw that it was his boss, Zou Jongren, and the Mermaid King behind him.