That Boss is chasing again

Cry your own powerlessness.

The father stood in front of the mother tree, black spots had already appeared on the branches of the mother tree, her light was no longer, her gentleness was no longer there, she became one of the members who created the darkness.

"Father..." Brellian called, wishing his father would hear, wishing his father would stop this.

Obviously, his father wouldn't listen.

Shirley looked at Brilian's soul with a cold look in his eyes, and he despised everything, including his son.

Brilian was stabbed by his eyes, but he still moved forward bravely. He wanted to take his father's scepter, which was the source of his father's strength.

His action failed, he was torn apart by the force unleashed by the scepter, should he thank his father for freeing him from endless pain?

No, he hated himself, and also hated his father who made the mainland full of holes.

Brilian woke up in hatred, and a chill came from his chest to melt away the pain left in the dream.

It's a dream.

Fortunately, it was a dream.

But it's not just a dream.

He is an elf, and the elf's dream has a guiding effect.What are his dreams trying to tell him?Will the father cause war on the continent...

Father doesn't care about anything, why would he start a war?

Brarian looked for his father, and he found him in the dots of fluorescent lights.

Sealy sat on a branch surrounded by countless fireflies.He held a branch in his hand and lit it in the air. He didn't know whether he was counting the number of fireflies or lighting up the flickering fireflies.

The fluorescent light shone on him, and his eyes were filled with warm light, which was a look that Brilian had never seen before. He wished that he was those fireflies, and could be looked at by his father like this.

"Father..." Brilian was about to call out to Hearley when a silencing spell stopped him.

He glared at Kester who was closing his eyes and pretending to be asleep not far away, kicked him in anger and was dodged.

Kester stopped pretending, sat up and looked at Hilly with his head upright.

What a beautiful elf.

There were fireflies landing on his face, and he smiled.Not a smile, not a smile, just a smile, a happy smile.

Kerst saw his pearly teeth pressing against his pink lower lip, restraining his voice.He wanted to part his lips to make him laugh, the sound must be very pleasant.

But he didn't move, just watched quietly, he knew that once he did it, let alone joking, he wouldn't even see the corner of his mouth curled up.

"Father."

Yanqing paused, put it down, and looked down at Brilian.He didn't seem to have thought that these two people would wake up, he looked dazed, and immediately reacted to clean up his expression, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Seeing him return to indifference, Brilian felt indescribably sad.He hid his emotions, stood up under Kester's sharp eyes, and walked towards the tree where Hilly was.

Holding the necklace on his chest, he quietly cast a curse on it.

Looking up, he said to his father, "I have something I want to entrust to you for safekeeping."

Putting down the branch, Yanqing jumped steadily in front of Brilian, with a few fireflies around the ends of her hair, and the light light softened his outline.Brilian took the courage to take off the pendant and said to him, "Father, I want to give you this pendant, can I?"

Yan Qing glanced at the cold sweat remaining on his forehead, but did not take his necklace: "What did you dream about?"

Briley jumped in relief, how did his father know that he was dreaming?

"The meat I gave you before had side effects: it gave birth to dreams." His father straightened his appearance for him, "Did you have a nightmare?"

Nodding hesitantly, Brilian looked straight into his father's eyes, longing to see something different in them.He doesn't want to look at his father who is calm about everything, it will make him feel that his father is a creature without emotion.

Although he had seen his father look different, like just now, his father never showed it to them.Obviously they are father and son, the closest relationship should be, isn't it?

"What did you dream about?" asked the father.

Sure enough, nothing changed.Brilian concealed his disappointment, and said to him: "Someone is going to snatch this pendant, I can't guarantee that it won't be snatched."

Yanqing nodded, raised her hand to take off the earring from her ear, and put it in Brilian's hand.

Two pendants of the same shape and size gradually approached in his palm, and the melting white light converged and tended to merge.Brilian suddenly closed his palms, and he looked at Yanqing with puzzled eyes.

"Hold it first. It's a thing. No one will snatch it. Use it well, and it may have unexpected effects." Yanqing said.

"But father..."

Yanqing looked at him and said, "This is yours."

Touching his hair, Yanqing stepped over him to meet the expressionless Kerst.

The two pendants in his hands are very light, and there is a warmth in holding them.Brilian turned the cord of the pendant into a hook and brought it to his ear, and he put his father's on the other side.

Put together they will blend into each other, which is not what he wants to see.

He also believed that since his father had given him the pendants, he would not use them to destroy the mainland again.If the father really wanted to do what he dreamed about, then he would destroy the pair of pendants immediately.

Following Kester away from their resting place, Yanqing stopped following Kester's footsteps and looked at his figure silently.

Kester interrupted Yanqing's recollection, he questioned: "You don't want to live anymore?"

After being stunned for a while, Yanqing slowly asked: "Isn't it better for me to die sooner?" Isn't there something on Kester's body that he wants?

Kerst turned around, his expression clearly a little angry.

Yanqing didn't understand, why was he angry?

"Okay," Kester replied, "very good. I just want to know why you want to die so much?"

wanna die?Yanqing didn't understand even more, he just didn't have a reason to keep it after completing the task, why did he want to die?But after thinking about it, Kester didn't understand him, so he was relieved and didn't care about him.

"It should have nothing to do with you, it's enough for you to get what you want." Yanqing said calmly.

Kester walked towards Yanqing step by step.

In the blink of an eye, Yanqing felt that the surrounding area was getting darker. He didn't stop Kester from opening his special fog net.

"What do you want to do?" Yanqing looked around, it was the first time he had seen this kind of protection net, maybe it was because the world was still at its peak?The world where he usually does missions is a world that is lingering and will tend to break if he is not careful. He rarely comes to such a relatively intact world.

Kester got closer and closer, Yanqing kept backing away in order to avoid being hit by him, and finally retreated to the edge of the fog net, unable to retreat.

He had no choice but to stretch out his hand to break through the fog net, and turned to Kester and said, "No matter what you want to do, I hope you can stay away from me. It's getting late, go to bed early."

After Yanqing left, Kerst closed the outlet of the mist net, wrapped himself in it, stayed there all night, and took back the mist net the next morning.

The Dragon, the Rose and the White Heart ([-])

Kester stepped out of the woods through the morning mist.Behind him followed a black and red line, bouncing up and down.When he stopped, the line of raspberries and blackberries shot forward.

After a while, the messy berries were pulled back, and stayed peacefully behind Kester.

Hearley was still awake, and Bradley was nowhere to be seen.

Kester's heart beat two beats faster, and a thought that had troubled him for a long time rushed out.

Perhaps now he could bring Shirley back to Sunset Forest, to his temple.Shirley, unable to use magic, could not escape him.

But he was only interested in his heart, and there was no apparent advantage to him in doing so, yet the thought kept popping up when he and Shirley were alone.

Kester directed the pile of berries to land not far from Hilly, then he approached the elf who was sleeping on his side, sat beside him and bent down to look at him carefully.

Short gray hair clung to the side of Hillary's face, making him look cold and sharp.This is his armor to protect himself, Kerst thought.

A recovery spell landed on Hillary, and the long silver hair stretched out behind him, and a few short strands of hair softly covered his cheekbones, trembling with the wind.

Now his armor is gone.

Kester squinted his eyes and lowered his head close to Hilly's side face, and found that the elf was defenseless against him, which made him feel extremely happy.

Shallow breathing brushed Kester's forehead hair, he put his hand on Hilly's cheek, and stroked his thumb back and forth unconsciously.Just as he was about to completely catch Hilly's breath, a scepter appeared and knocked him a few meters away.

He knew that Hillary was only cutest when she was asleep.

Kester held his stomach and slowly straightened up. He looked at Hilly who was sitting up, smiled and said, "Good morning."

"Please explain what you did just now." Shirley didn't respond to his greeting, and went straight to the point.

"What behavior?" Kester put down his hand, pretending to be puzzled, "I just want to wake you up."

Shirley glanced at him suspiciously and warily.

Kester felt that his anger was constantly rising, he took a deep breath, turned around and sank into the lake by the woods.

He had to be calm, otherwise he might fight Shirley regardless of the consequences of losing both, and tie him back to the Miserable Forest.

Brilian came back with a few herbs, and when he saw Yanqing's hair, he exclaimed, "Father!"

Yanqing's eyes moved, and her hair returned to its original color and length.He raised his hands, inserted his fingers into his hair, and simply tied them together.He grabbed a thin piece of grass at random and tied the hair, and he used magic to enhance the strength of the thin grass to ensure that it would not break off, and he fixed the hair that couldn't be tied together, solving the problem of messy hair.

"You get up early to pick