Voice of Dragonland

PS: Come on, everyone, this week I will finish all the bad things, and start next week, Longyu will be sweeter!

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"No!!" Thranduil stretched out his hand to press Selosta's chest, the light like moonlight shone slightly, he quickly recited the mantra, and tried his best to block the rampant evil energy in his body.

"You don't love me..." Selosta looked at him calmly, like a pool of stagnant water, without ripples or waves, even though the blood from his mouth kept gushing out, staining his chest and Serendi red "Everything, love, forgiveness, forgiveness, forbearance, is for Legolas...I tried my best to arrange this farce, but in the end it just made you understand the fact...you don't love me Even if you know that I will die for it, you still cannot love me... Thranduil, you are far more cruel than me..."

"Shut up!" Thranduil shouted angrily.

"Don't bother..." Selosta pushed Thranduil's hand away, "I can't imagine anything more terrifying than the truth, even facing death..."

"Lau (no)!!!" Thranduil watched the blood gushing out of his mouth, and Selosta was as calm as a rock standing in the wind for a thousand years, without a trace of vitality.This is not calm, this is the abyss of despair hidden under the calm!

Big mouthfuls of blood poured out, no matter how Thranduil suppressed it, the fresh vitality still rushed away like a river.His fine and pure white body was covered with a layer of green ash, he was hunched over, his fingers left a series of horrible scratches on his chest, "It turns out...it's so...painful..."

"Give me that book! Now!" Thranduil pinched his shoulders, until his knuckles turned white, leaving bluish-purple marks on that white skin.

More and more blood covered the bed sheets, pattering down to the ground, and soon thickened, filling the room with the thick and sweet smell of blood, lingering.

"Sylosta, there is still a chance, give me that book!" Thranduil's lips turned pale, and his voice trembled slightly.

The blood gradually stopped, a deep moan sounded, and then it stopped, and the luster flowing in the eyes, which were as blue as the most transparent sea, gradually froze.

Thranduil put his arms around his neck and kissed him, a bloody and sweet kiss, so earnest and lingering.However, the lack of adoring kisses could not stop the curse. He swallowed the hot blood, thick and heavy.And the object of his kiss is like a flower that has been plucked from a branch, gradually withering, and finally withering, losing the vitality of life.

Selosta nestled softly in his arms, calmly as if she was having a peaceful dream, but the ashes leaking from the depths of her skin indicated the fact that he had already left.

The peonies in the vase are blooming vigorously, and the body in my arms is still warm, how could it be... lost?

"Selosta?" he called softly.Maybe it's part of the prank too, maybe he'll get up with a quick laugh and say, ADA, are you scared?

Unfounded and hopeful assumptions are like poisoned wine in a glass. Knowing this, but can't help but drink...

The candle flame flickered, but reflected the increasingly dark space, every turbulence in the air was like a sharp knife piercing into the chest, causing it to burst, revealing that the chest cavity was bleeding, but it could not be touched, for fear of touching the exposed heart.

Will it die soon like this?

Died of despair.

At this time, the person in his arms suddenly inhaled, as if a different soul had been infused, making this body that had lost its luster of life suddenly come alive.

Selosta stretched his arms slowly, opened his eyes weakly, "No..."

"Villa on top! Selosta?" The change in this scene made him hopeful, hoping that the curse would not work, or that Selosta would not be able to use his life to complete such a curse...

And the black air around Selosta's eyes became more and more obvious, the pupils shrank very small in an instant, leaving only a little bit of blue, and circles of red appeared in the surrounding white eyes, which was strange and palpitating.

"I won't die..." Selosta shook her head weakly, with a vain smile on her cheek, "Even if I would rather die..."

"You..." Thranduil's heart sank, the feeling of weakness that knew everything but could do nothing seized him.

"They want to find my host, so naturally they won't let me die easily." Selosta stretched out his left hand, the scar on his wrist became more and more hideous, "I'm about to lose control of them..."

"..." My heart was cut like a knife.

"ADA, hug me." He was still so calm, his constricted pupils dilated, and his glass-like eyes were gray, covered with a layer of haze of death.

Thranduil hugged him tightly, "There will be a solution, give me the book, and I will find a way to break the curse and drive away the evil..."

He shook his head slightly, "If you get rid of the curse, I will die too, you can't save me..."

"..." Despair, deep and heavy.He could only tightly surround the warm body, trying in vain to keep the original pure and clean soul.

"ADA..." Selosta gently rested his head on Thranduil's shoulder socket, and bit down with his mouth open.

Blood oozed from the deep lines between the teeth and the skin, flowing down the curve of the back, and the sharp pain seemed to be isolated from perception, only a hazy numbness hovering in his mind.

"I finally know...why don't you hate me..." Selosta let go, and got up slowly, even though those eyes were full of death, they were still as gentle as spring water touched by the moonlight, "It's not that I don't want to, it's that I can't do it ..."

With blood all over his body, he walked out barefoot.

"Selosta!"

He looked back, looking at Thranduil, who was covered in blood, and at the person he loved deeply but could never get.

"Don't give yourself up to the dead..." That's begging, that's helpless, that's the utterly sad and helpless prayer, that's the emptiness where all hopes are denied.

He showed a smile, as pure as moonlight, incompatible with the gloomy aura emanating from him, "I will try my best."

The cells in the dense forest can't trap ugly guys. He is too familiar with them, and knows the weakness of these seemingly heavy locks. When the guard elves change their guards, he quietly opens the cell door, and walks along the shadows towards the darker groping around.

He has only one thought, only one concern, which is the only driving force that burns the fire of his life.

The moonlight was dim, the trees were densely shaded, and the window of the Elf King shimmered, and there were faint figures shaking.

The ugly guy climbed up the wall, and after the noise in the room gradually subsided, he turned over and jumped into the room.

A faint smell of blood filled the air. On the carpet in front of the bookcase were discarded blood-stained clothes and velvet cloth. The fabric absorbed the blood and made his hands heavy. The smell and color of blood stimulated him, his pupils constricted, and his fingers convulsed slightly.

Thranduil's gray eyes flashed through his mind again, causing him pain.

"That's my blood." Selosta said lightly.

The ugly guy turned around blankly.

A large robe was casually draped over Selosta's naked body, and there were sporadic red marks on her exposed chest, like marks left by scuffling or struggling and scratching.

"Where is he?" The ugly guy showed a ferocious expression, and his distorted face looked even more terrifying.

Selosta smiled, "In what capacity are you questioning me?"

"There are no guards here, no one who protects you all the time. I'm asking you as an ordinary elf, where is the king hidden?" The ugly guy approached him, and his fingers touched the hilt of the sword hanging at his waist intentionally or unintentionally.

"What do you want?" Selosta smiled unabated, but with a faint chill, "Assassinate the Elf King?"

"Perhaps it is!" The ugly guy stretched out his hand and twisted his wrist, "For the crimes he suffered, for the misfortunes that the Grand Duke and the Lord suffered, you have to pay the price!"

"Sylosta glanced at his wrist, "I'm looking forward to it. "

The ugly guy clenched his hands and dragged him toward him, wrapping around the back of his neck in an instant and trying to suppress him downwards. At the same time, he lifted his knees and bumped hard upwards. Once this blow hits, Selosta probably will be very strong. A straight nose bridge is a thing of the past.Yet his knee didn't touch the nasal bone, not even his cheek.Selosta blocked his knee with his arm, and an irresistible powerful force pressed from his wrist to the ugly guy's knee, mixed with strong wind, forcing the ugly guy to kneel down on one knee.

"It doesn't look easy..." Selosta grabbed the ugly guy by the throat and lifted him up.It wasn't a quick movement, but it couldn't be avoided or resisted, so it could only obediently fall into his hands, with both feet off the ground.

The ugly guy looked at Selosta in amazement, and clearly saw black veins passing across his face, his glass-like pupils shrank sharply, leaving only a small black dot, and around the white of the eyes there was a round The round red, these are definitely not the eyes that an elf should have!

For a split second, he saw a hint of darkness in those eyes.He is no stranger to this kind of emotion. The orcs on the battlefield have such luster in their eyes. It is the desire to harvest life, it is the yearning for blood, and it is the rage that wants to destroy and kill...

"You..." He tried his best to break the wrist holding his throat, but it was as hard as cast iron.

"..." Selosta let go of his hand and took a step back, as if he was trying to suppress something, sweat dripped down his forehead, "Let's go, ugly guy, I have no intention of killing you..." He shook his head slightly, his voice Full of tired helplessness.The softness revealed between the sumeru quickly dissipated, and he immediately raised his head, revealing a cold and calm smile.

"Where is he?" The ugly guy stood stubbornly, his eyes firm and stubborn.

"If I were you, I would leave the jungle as soon as possible and find a quiet place to live." Selosta's voice was like a snake that haunts the mountains, cold and smooth, full of malice, "The lover who covets the king of the jungle, even if it is just a fantasy Enough to kill you a hundred times."

"What did you say?" The ugly guy stared blankly at his eyes, the strange color has receded, the azure blue color is a little gray, like the surface of a frozen lake, reflecting a cold luster.

"Want to know?" The corners of Selosta's mouth curled up. "Want to know the way he moans under me or the sound of him smiling and saying he loves me?"

The faintest or wildest hopes were dashed at this moment.

Every breath of air brings the sharpness of a knife cutting the throat.

However, it was not the lungs that were seriously injured, but the heart.

The body is already numb, and the blood is flowing extremely slowly.

"Liar..." He heard his own voice, distant and hoarse.

"Is this necessary?" He still smiled unhurriedly, "Can't you see that the person he loves is me?"

"You used evil magic, you hypnotized and controlled him! Just like the despicable things you did to the Grand Duke and Lord! You are a dirty elf who fell into darkness!" The ugly guy's anger almost burst from his chest It exploded.

"Magic, yes. It is very important, it can give me strength and courage..." A reddish light flashed in Selosta's eyes, like the scream of a bloodthirsty evil in the darkness. "But that's all, you have to know...I don't disdain false control, what I want is for him to be willing...to fall in love with me willingly, to open up his heart and body for me..." The corners of Selosta's mouth curled into an arc Like the devil's finger, "I just created an opportunity for him to let go of all the burdens..."

"..." That's right, Thranduil's connivance with Selosta has already clouded his wisdom of discerning right from wrong. He loves him, there is no doubt...

"He loves me, but he doesn't know how to express it. I gave him this chance." Selosta's eyes shone with a gleam, admiring the ugly guy's empty eyes, "It's that simple."

"He loves you..." The ugly guy stared blankly at the scratches on his chest, the helpless sense of helplessness swallowed him slowly from the depths of his heart, he held his breath, showing no sign of heartbreak appearance.There was only a little bit of red around the eye sockets, just that little bit of red, he tried his best to make the last struggle, "He will not give up the jungle and all the elves he loves for you..."

"Of course he will be sad, but I will accompany him, comfort him, and make him happy..."

"Stop talking!" He finally moved his body, clumsily and slowly, the redness in his eyes spread slightly, "I will leave...forever..."

"Forget about him." Selosta said behind him. For some reason, there was a hint of melancholy in her voice, "This is the only way to survive."

The ugly guy smiled lowly, "For me, life and death... what difference does it make?"