[System] I heard that I rely on the face of the king

Bai Zhen raised his eyes and saw the dense forest, where birds were singing one after another, accompanied by the elf's singing, looming here.

Above the huge trees are beautiful tree houses, each of which is exquisitely crafted.

"Jiaojiao, where is this?"

"The Elven Corridor, where the Moon Elf's memory is stored, no wonder, I can't see his memory."

"Wow, it's so beautiful here, Ma Ma, I like it here."

The little girl on his shoulder jumped down lively and lovely, chasing the beautiful butterflies.

"Quick, quick, Wu Ji said that whoever can hit that little bastard will give us his magic candy." At this time, a group of elves came out of nowhere and ran to the water's edge very happily.

The scene changed quickly, the beautiful and green elf turned to the edge of the forest stream in the mountains, and a child wearing a black hood and cloak was washing the pebbles by the side, trying to make them round.

It's like the rustling of the stones washed by the Bean Washing Demon in the story of Hundred Ghosts.

Bai Zhen was standing beside him in white linen and black trousers, but only the figure of the child was reflected in the stream.

"How many times have I warned you, this is the elf's river of life, not a place for you to wash stones!" The group of children standing on the other side of the river shouted angrily, then bent down to pick up stones, and threw them at the opposite side, all falling To the child's emaciated flesh.

The child seemed to be used to this kind of thing, although it was painful but still numbly washing the stones in the rattan basket.

Bai Zhen bent down, looked at the child's expression, closed his eyes and clenched his teeth.

It hurts to look at it.

"Ymir?" he said softly.

"Speak louder, he can't hear you!!!" Jiaojiao shouted at the top of her voice.

"……alright, you win."

It hurts the opponent's host and system all the time.

His fair skin was covered with clear red bloodshot and black scars, his eyelids were already swollen, you could see slits, and there was even a torn wound at the corner of his mouth. It was impossible to tell that this was the dreamy girl. elf.

His movements did not change because of the attack, and he was still not in a hurry.

"Get out of the forest, get out of the river of life, you bastard!"

As long as one child takes the lead in this kind of thing, other children who have no sense of right and wrong will follow suit and throw stones with a sharp voice.

"Wu Ji, they are just children, we elves can't treat our compatriots like this." A low-pitched quarrel came from the nearby tree house.

"This is the territory of the witch festival. If you still want to stay, you'd better turn a blind eye."

"...If this is God's will, I am willing to obey it."

After nearly an hour, these children scattered like beasts and birds in a dispirited manner.

At this time, an elf in black came down from the tree house in a hurry and pulled Ymir out of the River of Life. The stone rolled down the rattan basket, and the man in black slapped him on the spot. Rolled around on the ground on the spot without even humming.

"You bastard, who do you think you were gifted to be able to stand on this land!" The elf in black growled and threw up the rattan weaving, and beat him on the body.

As if realizing that such a punishment was not enough, he directly stripped the child naked and tied him up with a cane thicker than his arms and hung him on the tree house.The child's body was bony and bony, covered with scars, and his head was congested and hung upside down.

All the elves passing by looked at him with sympathetic eyes, but no one was willing to lend a helping hand.

Pain and despair tormented him day and night, and he crawled into the dark cellar, where the environment was extremely harsh. Snakes, rats and ants crawled over the curled up child in the silent darkness.

Until midnight, the poison in the darkness began to bite the delicate skin, the child finally couldn't help humming, the moonlight shone in from the middle of the sky, Bai Zhen finally saw the most beautiful butterfly wings, exuding colorful brilliance, what a pity Little curled up and unable to stretch.

The beautiful noble boy finally couldn't help but bent down, wanting to stroke the beautiful wings, as if absorbing the power of the moonlight, and began to warp to both sides with more strength.

"This is the Moonlight Wing, the symbol of the Elf King." Jiaojiao was startled.

"It's really not a good memory." Bai Zhen straightened her body and looked at the elf above the cellar, it seemed that she was not the same person as the one who came during the day.

He stood on top of him and admired all this happily: "Remember, you are the most humble dog, and you can only live in a dark cellar forever."

"No" the child's voice was so desperate that it made people frightened!

"No? Your parents abandoned you, the same kind feared you, the same root hated you, I took your life back, you are not qualified to live in this world!" The other party's voice was colder than moonlight, "The weak can only live in swamp!"

The other party jumped into the cellar, viciously trying to pull out the pair of butterfly wings, regardless of the child's dying pain and screams.

In the end, the fragments and powder of the butterfly wings were all over the place, and when only the bare roots were left, the opponent finally let him go.

This kind of life continued when he was in his teens, and he began to contact the condemned prisoners in the forest. Once they violated the order of the witch priest, they would be judged and dismembered to become the nourishment of the forest.

And Ymir was the one who dismembered the corpses, numbly decomposing the dead corpses, and then dragged them to another cellar in the dark to ferment into nourishment.

So his memory is always full of putrefaction and white flies, because he lives in the cellar next door, so he can say that he is with the corpse all day long.

His face was still bitten by snakes, insects, rats and ants, and his body was still emaciated. No one of his kind came back to rescue him, and there was still no hope in sight.

Bai Zhen bent down, slept beside him, and hugged him into her arms.

The child opened his green eyes and looked at the moonlight outside, but his eyes were empty.

Every time the moon is at its fullest, the wizard will come to this dirty and smelly cellar to taunt and stimulate him, and then destroy his wings and make him reborn in pain.

Until one day, under the bullying of other elves, he killed a child by mistake, and the bright red blood flowed to his feet along with the brain.

He was severely flogged, burned on the soles of his feet, and there was no good flesh on his body, and then he was thrown into a dark well. Snakes, rats, and ants all stared at him. Tian was dragged up to fight against the dead body, and he almost died from the high fever for several days.

It happened to be a full moon that day, and the ability collected by his butterfly wings made his wounds slowly heal.

That was the day that the sorcerer began to keep him by his side gradually, because he needed a minion, a minion who was not weak enough to assist him in doing all kinds of evil.

Until one day he has the ability to escape from this evil abyss, red flowers and moths filled the whole forest, and fear and disaster filled the hearts of the elves at the same time.

Youbi's pupils looked at the sky above this forest, waiting for the moment when they were turned into ashes, the hatred would be gone with the wind.

"What did you do?" The crescent-colored pupils looked at him in surprise, just now his elf corridor flashed seven colors of light.

Bai Zhen, who quickly withdrew from the memories, was stunned for a moment before he could react in the future.

"The moon, a big and round moon, is in the forest of the elves." He hesitated.