Magical Strategist

Let's say that Irene was worried because of the damage caused by the blood curse, and she followed the real dragon listlessly. I originally planned to return to "Base No. 2" and start practicing the second half of the blood curse. Only by refining the entire blood curse can one compete with Ivan.

But things often go against expectations. First, crossing the sea to unblock the seal failed, and the only hope of obtaining the Sword of Sarah's Melancholy turned into a phantom; then Yinghuo's betrayal led Bai Fei to defeat the growing "Moon Organization"; now it's finally hard. After getting the second half of Blood Curse, it was ruined. A series of vicious cycles, even God was playing tricks on her.

Even if you are full of passion, what's the use if you don't benefit yourself! For a woman to endure many hardships and still persevere is a rare thing.

"I..." Erin stopped.

"What's wrong?" The real dragon turned around and saw Irene standing stupidly, with a trace of tears in her eyes and a row of teeth marks on her lower lip.

Irene clenched her fists and lowered her head slowly, as if deliberately avoiding the eyes of the real dragon. "Revenge is really far away for me. I have tried my best, but I am tired..."

"What do you want to say?" Zhenlong asked seriously.

"I give up!" Irene raised her head sharply, and saw suppressed and painful sighs on her tear-stained face, as if they were extracted with difficulty from the depths of her soul and spread around her. , weaving a dark sadness. How could the strong and never-say-die Luna let others see her cry? But this time she cried like a lost child.

When a woman cries, as long as a man hugs her without saying a word, she will get the best comfort. The real dragon did not give up his shoulders and his mind to her, but scolded her harshly: "If you say you don't want to do it, you won't do it. If you say you want to give up, you will give up. Is that so? Those friends who hope you can return as soon as possible and plan a comeback, have you ever asked them what they think? ? Also, standing in front of you, have you ever asked me what I think?!"

Gone are the beautiful features, beautiful eyebrows and bright eyes. The long hair was wet with tears, and it looked even more haggard when it stuck to her face. Irene had no words or movements, only tears, falling down in a fluttering manner on her white gown. The corners of her mouth trembled slightly, her mouth was half-opened, her chest rose and fell, and her intermittent voice sounded: "You are not a blood elf... you don't have the same faith as us... Why do you want to help me like this? You know, I can't give it to you. What. Why..."

"I like you!"

How many times have I seen a woman’s face in my sleep, happy because she smiled, sad because she cried, and angry because of what happened to her. Her status in his heart has surpassed that of any other woman!

Zhenlong kept asking himself: Why do you care so much about this woman? What made you give up everything and follow her?

Until now, seeing this woman crying makes me feel uncomfortable.

I finally understand that this feeling goes beyond admiration for a strong woman. There is no doubt that I like her!

A brief sentence, three words, was like a thunderbolt hitting Irene's delicate body, causing her body to tremble violently.

The air instantly froze at these words, and the surroundings were as silent as death.

The two pairs of eyes looked at each other for a long, long time...

The real dragon realized that he had said something he shouldn't have said. His heart beat faster and his face was as red and hot as if it was burned by fire. In order to cover up his embarrassment, he lowered his head and said incoherently: "I, I, I mean, I like you... No, I mean, yes, it's your perseverance."

Irene stopped crying and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes. Under the effect of the "Nine Linglong" bracelet, she quickly regained her previous coolness. The face that had cried was like a pink rose that had just been moistened by dew, instantly beautiful. Erin calmed down for a while and said: "For me, what occupies my heart is only hatred and faith. There is nothing else but these. Thank you, Lille True Dragon."

Faced with the euphemistic rejection, Zhenlong felt a bit uneasy in his heart. His burning face felt like a basin of cold water had been poured on him, and a feeling of ice and fire swept over him. That was the first time in his life that he made such a straightforward confession without any modification or concealment. Judging from Eileen's cold face, she was not interested in him. Maybe as she said, nothing else can enter the heart except revenge.

If you don't like yourself, there is no need to impose your feelings on others, even though you are very disappointed and unwilling. The real dragon grinned, smiled softly, and said very freely: "But, I am sincere...that's all...just pretend that I didn't say anything. In this case, don't give up easily, no matter what happens now In this situation, even if you are the public enemy of the world, I, Zi and the others will stand by your side and assist you with all our strength until you succeed."

After a series of persuasion and comfort from the real dragon, Irene regained her confidence. To be precise, it was after the real dragon said those words that she had a 180-degree change.

There were more clouds in the sky, blocking the sunshine. The entire Deadly Swamp became dark, and the dark gray swampland and the sky became a vast expanse. In the air, in addition to the fishy smell of mud, there is a vague smell of death.

The real dragon felt uncomfortable all over. Is it some kind of warning sent by his body to him? He gathered part of the essence to his ears, and was frightened when he heard the rapid footsteps not far away.

"So fast?" The real dragon said to himself.

The footsteps were less than a kilometer away. So, not even Thor Watson can stop him? The real dragon thought.

How to do? !

The real dragon made a decisive decision: "You also noticed it, right? There is not much time, you go first, I will find a way to entangle him."

Irene was not willing to let the real dragon risk his death, and refused: "No, with your strength you are definitely no match for him, and besides, his target is me."

The real dragon said seriously: "Are you kidding me? If you know that Bai Fei's target is you, why don't you leave quickly? Will I just watch my master fall into the tiger's mouth?"

Eileen still refused and insisted on staying. "You're willing to risk your life for me, right?"

"Yes!" Zhenlong's eyes shone brightly and he said firmly.

"Why!"

"I have already told you the reason." True Dragon replied.

The persistence of the real dragon made Eileen unable to control her emotions, and she shouted out loud: "You are wishful thinking and self-righteous. In my eyes, you are just a pawn that can be used."

I thought that these words were enough to kill the real dragon's persistence, but instead of being hit, Na Na replied with a playful smile: "That depends on whether I am willing to be a chess piece."

"You..." Eileen was at a loss for words.

"Let's go!" The real dragon pushed Irene away with his left arm and shouted at the top of his voice: "Take your faith and use your rock-like perseverance to break through all obstacles and work hard to realize your dream. I will do it for you. So proud, future Queen of the Blood Elves!"

.........

Erin stood there stupidly for three seconds.

These three seconds seemed like the entire spring, summer, autumn and winter had passed.

She found that she no longer had a reason to stand here. At least, the real dragon's hard work cannot be in vain. She took a deep look at Zhenlong and said deeply: "I'll wait for you in Andalimu."

"I know, wait until I come back!"

wind

delicate figure

Gradually blurring and going away...