Silver Dragon [Western Fantasy]

Rodster said softly: "If you can't beat it, you can ask me for help."

Samir looked at the legendary magician with his chin propped up, as if he was measuring the fighting power of the two sides. After a while, Samir pulled Rodster to the dining table and stuffed him with a piece of dessert.

Rodster ate the dessert with Samir's hand, and asked, "Why, do you think I can't beat him?"

"How come, I just can't bear to let you get hurt because of me."

Rodster sneered: "Are you so sure that I will be the one who gets hurt?"

"No, I will be the only one who gets hurt." Samir said with bright eyes, "Even if it is a one-in-a-million possibility, I will be sad, because you are like a star to me."

Rodster gritted his teeth: "Are you just relying on this... words to make those ex-boyfriends chase you until now? They don't just want to wait for an opportunity to get revenge, right?"

This kind of illogical, inexplicable, and he said it very deliberately so that it looks even weirder, made him feel chills all over his body, and Rodster almost wanted to call it trash talk.

"It's very touching. There is no one who won't be moved after listening to it." This is the work of Master Vivienne, Samir thought, and he will have to ask Wei An to thank him later.

"No, it's verbal harassment." Rodster said bluntly.

"Maybe you're just not used to it yet."

"It's horrible to get used to this kind of thing."

"So no one has ever said that to you before, has it?" Samir shook his head, almost put "too pathetic" on his face, he listened for a moment, and said, "The dance has started, do you want to dance?" ?”

There were already many men and women on the dance floor. Samir dragged Rodster onto the dance floor. When the music started, people around him began to dance. Samir suddenly froze there.

Rodster lowered his head and asked him, "Why don't you start?"

"I don't know how humans dance," Samir said.

Rodster raised his eyebrows: "Then you pulled me up just now?"

"I only know one dance step." Samir's tone was extraordinarily solemn, which made Rodst curious.

"what?"

"The dance of the elves." Samir said, "That elf taught me just now."

Rodster had already sensed that the elves had walked out of the lounge and was watching them quietly outside. He took a step forward, hugged Samir's waist, and said with a smile, "In that case, I'll teach you."

He let Samir dance female steps, Samir did not express dissatisfaction, but occasionally accidentally stepped on the magician's feet.A dance song is not over yet, Samir has already started to skillfully change dance steps with his excellent learning ability, and the white cuffs draw a beautiful arc in the air.

Samir raised his head and said, "Unexpectedly, magicians can still dance. I thought you would only study new magicians in the White Tower."

Rodster held his hand, feeling like a small heater continuously radiating heat in his palm: "There is a difference between a magician and a magician, just like the dragons don't have to live in Mojache. spine."

Samir nodded approvingly. The second dance music had already started. He looked into Rodster's eyes: "Your eyes are like the spring breeze blowing over the green waves."

Rodster: "Why does this sound familiar to me?"

Samir: "Your voice, like the clear spring in the valley, moves my heart."

Rodster: "Do you want to copy someone else's words like this?"

"This is all from the bottom of my heart." Samir approached his chest while spinning, and gently pressed his palm against his chest, saying, "Your breath is so close to me, if I could touch your lonely and painful soul, it would be amazing. How nice."

After another rotation, Samir let go of his hand and rubbed his fingertips secretly.

Nothing was found.

If it was the mind-type magic [Mind Imprint], he tried to reverse trace the mind imprint just now, but nothing was gained.Samir is best at mind-type magic, and he doesn't feel that he missed it, which means that Rodster gave him only the prophecy-type [spiritual connection].

But he doesn't know the prophecy magic, so it seems that he can only find a way to solve it.

Rodster pinched his fingertips and asked with a smile, "Is what you just said true?"

Samir didn't know what he was talking nonsense at all. He just used reverse tracking to rely on the past. Samir hummed blankly: "Ah, of course it is true." "Touching the soul, huh?"

When Samir remembered it, he couldn't help being silent. He was also disgusted by what he said.

"You can try it when you have a chance, but let's forget about it today." Rodster said close to his ear, "When are you waiting, there are only the two of us..."

The second song was also over, and Samir walked off the dance floor, found an excuse to sit in a corner, and prepared to think carefully about how to release the [Spiritual Connection] magic.

One hand held a wine glass in front of him, and the transparent liquid inside exuded the sweet smell of dew, or it was really dew.

Samir looked up and saw the elf standing in front of him, expressionless.

If it was in the past, it would be absolutely impossible for Atlantis to tolerate dancing with others.

Samir pushed the glass away.

Atlans's eyes were deep: "I just think you should take a break."

Samir's body tensed up, I'm even more nervous because you're here, he glanced at the transparent liquid in the cup, which shone brightly under the light.

"Actually, I don't like drinking dew." Samir emphasized, "I don't like it at all."

Atlans' hands froze: "But, you used to..."

"It was because of you before." Samir observed Atlans's face, tightened his body, and restrained the urge to run away: "I wanted to get close to you, but in the end, I could barely drink it. But for me, Any drink is better than dew."

He boldly spoke to the end, venting his emotions cautiously and carefully.Atlans moved, and Samir's fingers trembled slightly, ready to deal with Atlans' anger at any time.But the elf just put down the wine glass and whispered, "Then don't drink it, and I won't drink it again."

Samir felt that the elf's tone was a bit dejected, the light golden eyelashes drooped, and the pair of emerald green eyes looked at him faintly, which made Samir's heart tremble.

"...You have a much better temper now than before." Samir couldn't help but say.

Atlans choked his throat and said with difficulty, "I'm sorry."

Samir's heart sank slightly, and he didn't know how he felt, but he was definitely not happy.He forced a smile and said, "Actually, I also have something to do with you. In this case, we are even. From now on, the bridge will return to the bridge, and the road will return to the road..."

"Samir is mine."

This is what Rodster said.

He came over, stood next to Samir, and said to the elf, "Don't pester your ex, Lord Ancestor."

Samir looked at Rodster in surprise, not knowing how he knew the identity of Atlans. Atlans glanced at Rodster, looked at Samir intently, and asked, "Is it because of him?" ?”

"right."

"No."

Rodster and Samir replied at the same time, and Rodster didn't feel embarrassed and said, "Now the little dragon is pursuing me."

Samir rubbed his forehead. Why does it make the situation more confusing every time a magician appears, or is this the talent of human magicians?

"What's between us has nothing to do with others," Samir said.

"Then are you really pursuing him?" Atlans was obsessed with this question.

"It's sort of..." Samir said vaguely, and as soon as he finished speaking, he felt a chill and a slight throbbing pain in his chest.

Rodster blinked at him, showing a mysterious smile, and there was a faint storm brewing in his pupils.

I don't like ambiguities like that - the look in his eyes said so.

[Spiritual connection] It really is a hidden danger!

Samir was more determined to get rid of this magic, he took a deep breath: "I am indeed pursuing a great legendary magician."

He turned his head to look at the magician, and said affectionately: "You are the rose in full bloom in April, the fleeting spring breeze in Dragon Valley, I have been looking for you..."

Rodster smiled lowly: "Then you have found me now."

At this time, Samir felt the blood flow in his body again, which relieved the chill.

The elf looked at them blankly. The [Spiritual Connection] was printed a long time ago, and it was created by a legendary magician. It operated quietly, and he didn't even notice anything abnormal for a while.

"You... told me that before."

This sentence sounds a bit aggrieved. Samir has never heard such a tone from the noble and indifferent Atlans. If Atlans showed this side 100 years ago, he might have fallen completely. It's over.

Atlantis always maintains an elegant, self-restrained, stable, silent and restrained posture.

Samir shook his head before waking up, and said, "After all, Dragon Valley has spring breeze every year."

Rodster's expression on the side is not good.

What Samir said simply means that there may be a new spring breeze next year.

Atlans nodded instead, and responded: "You are right, but he is too dangerous."

Samir thought to himself, I don’t know he’s dangerous. The energy just now hasn’t passed yet. Thinking about it carefully, when the magician printed [Spiritual Connection] on him, there was no intersection between the two at all. To say that the legendary magician is worthy of being a pervert.Moreover, is the elf some kind of gentle, kind, tolerant and generous existence?

Suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, his eyes turned around between the elf and the magician, and he suddenly said, "Do you know each other?"

He said it right away, and the magician didn't bother to pretend anymore, and said, "I have indeed met once."

Atlans was more direct: "I don't know him well."

No wonder the magician knew that Atlans was the ancestor. Samir suddenly realized that he should stay away from these two dangerous people at the same time.

The Spring Breeze 100 years ago actually knew the current Spring Breeze. Samir couldn't believe that they had only met once and were not familiar with each other. Thinking about it carefully, the ancestor of the elves and the legendary magician are the two top combat powers in the mainland. May not know at all.He stood up and said, "That's right, you can catch up on the old days, and I won't bother you."

He was holding his sleeves and was about to run, but Atlans stopped him, and Samir became nervous for a moment, but the elf just said gently: "Asa, if you need help, you can come to me at any time."

Samir blinked.

"I'm going back to Elven Island soon." Atlans whispered: "There is a problem with the Elven God Tree, I have to go back, if you need help, come to Elf Island to find me, okay? Or you just need to send A letter, and I will come to you."

He plucked the green leaves from his chest and put them in Samir's palm.The elf lowered his brows and eyes, and his attitude was gentle and gentle, almost as if he was begging.

A long time ago, Samir said that all the treasures in the world add up, and you are not as touching as me.

But that was a long time ago, and Samir really hadn't seen any more treasures at that time.It's just because I'm too young to say that kind of thing.

As he said, his level of connoisseurship has grown.

Samir held the green leaf and left without saying anything.

The elves and magicians followed his back for a while, and Rodster first looked back and said, "My lord ancestor, did you fall into a deep sleep again because of him?"

"Then why are you waking up now?"

It's good to be asleep all the time, it's good for the entire Redras continent.

In the darkness, Joe had a panoramic view of everything.

"I heard your desire..." The voice was getting closer and closer to him, almost deafening: "Desire will only continue to expand until it swallows you, merges with me, and then solves them, otherwise only you will suffer... "

Joe covered his chest.

Samir didn't know what the elf and the magician were talking about in the back. He felt that the hall was too hot, so he went to the garden outside to get some fresh air.

It was darker outside than before, and the stars were twinkling in the sky. Samir held the green leaf in his hand, and it felt warm and cool to the touch, just like touching the morning dew.

He carefully recalled what Atlans said just now, if there was a problem with the Elf God Tree, he should have left long ago, so why did he stay here to attend this banquet.

It's not that Samir thinks too much, he thinks that the eight fruits of the elves are really here for him.

If it was in the past, Samir must have traveled as far as he could, but now the dragon egg is still in the hands of the magician, and Atlantis looks a little different from before.This made Samir hesitate a bit, he did have something wrong at the beginning, if he can get along peacefully, of course it would be the best.After all, running away as soon as you see an elf is very troublesome...

"Samir."

A hand stretched out from the darkness, pushing Samir's shoulder against the stone wall of the garden. Samir sensed a familiar atmosphere and did not resist.

His wrist was held down by Joe, and the back of his hand was pressed against the cold stone wall, but in front of him was Joe's hot body.Samir looked up at the stars in the sky, which appeared brighter in the darkness, and the boundless sky seemed to envelop the two of them.

"Joe, do you have a fever?" Samir asked worriedly, Joe's body temperature was getting hotter and hotter, it was like a small stove, especially where the two skins touched, Samir almost suspected that he was going to be burned up.

"I'm so uncomfortable..." Joe hummed softly, and hugged Samir even tighter: "You're so cool...let me hug you."

"Joe, what's the matter with you?" Samir noticed something abnormal. This was definitely not an ordinary fever. He could feel that Joe's muscles were twitching in pain.

"I'm fine..." Joe held the back of his neck and put his chin on Samir's shoulder. Where no one saw, the black lines on his face were faintly visible: "I just saw... that elf, I I met him during the final assessment."

"what?!"

"That night, he came to you." Joe opened his mouth, his eyes were blurred, and he showed a morbid smile. The demon was merging with his body: "I saw it."

"Joe?!" Samir felt that his mental state was not right. A scorching liquid dripped on his back and flowed down the curve of the spine, leaving Samir with a deep burning sensation.

He grabbed Joe's shoulder with brute force, pushed it away, and observed Joe's face.

She has a clean and flawless face, with delicate and dignified features, but she looks a little weak, and the corners of her eyes are slightly red.

"Samir, he's dangerous, stay away from him." Joe coughed twice, suppressing the demon who was eager to appear.

"Let me - I can help you get him - right here - eat him - from head to toe - slowly - make him yours forever -"

The devil is screaming.

The devil's voice exploded in Joe's mind, making Joe's vision blurry, and he could hardly see Samir's expression clearly.Samir didn't know anything about it, only from the outside, Joe just looked a little pale.

"Joe, what's the matter with you? You don't look well."

Joe smiled lightly: "I'm here to say goodbye to you."

"Goodbye?"

"Yes, yes... I'm leaving."

Samir only thought that he was going to leave the ball and return to the temple, so he said, "It's better to go back early to rest, I heard that you have taken over a lot of official duties of the temple recently, it must be very hard..."

Qiao shook his head: "So you are still paying attention to my recent situation."

Samir always felt that there was something wrong, and Joe looked like a hot air balloon that was inflated to the extreme and would shatter immediately if there was any stimulation.

"No, don't worry, I won't bother you anymore." The demon was encroaching on his soul, and Joe kept his last trace of sanity and said, "I'm leaving, Samir. Nice to meet you."

He hugged Samir tightly again, so hard that he almost strangled Samir in his arms.Samir was caught in heat and suffocation, and was about to break free, but Joe had already let him go.

Samir was still in shock, frowning at him, and Joe fixed his eyes on Samir as if he wanted to devour him.

But Joe didn't do anything, he gave a big smile and said loudly, "Samir!"

This name, as if it was the first time he pronounced it, Samir felt very strange.

"Hello, Samir!" Joe let go of his hand: "Goodbye, Samir!"

He turned around and left like a gust of wind, his back was light and erratic.

How is this going……

Samir couldn't help but bent down and coughed twice, the burning sensation on his body hadn't dissipated, making him feel as if he had been put into boiling water to boil.

Steamed silver dragon, braised silver dragon, fried silver dragon, boiled silver dragon, smoldering silver dragon...

Samir's mind was in a mess, as if there were a few huge plates filled with boiled little silver dragons flying above his head, at this moment, the green leaves in his hand exuded a burst of cool breath, which made Samir feel a little better some.

"Samir, Samir, are you okay?"

Vivienne, a beautiful girl in a tutu skirt, squatted down cautiously, observing Samir's expression: "If you have something to do, I'll call someone for you. I can't help it."

"I'm fine..." Samir put his hand on his shoulder, ready to use his strength to stand up, but Wei An staggered along with his strength and almost fell down.

Samir: "..."

This is too weak!

Wei An was also a little embarrassed, tried his best to stand up straight and helped Samir up, and said, "Put yourself a little harder, hey, okay... I'll help you to the chair next to you."

After Samir sat down, Wei An immediately sat down too.

The two slumped side by side on the chair, and Samir asked, "You are so weak, why did you go to a place like Chuxue's tomb?"

"The troubadour just needs to run around and collect materials himself."

Samir asked suspiciously: "Then how did you survive until now?"

"Of course it's because I have complete preparations, sufficient experience, and a smart mind." Wei An said solemnly: "The most important thing is that luck is better. Every time I encounter danger, I will save it. Last time I met It's your turn."

It was the first time for Samir to hear this risk-taking method, but anything that happened to Wei An seemed to make sense. He cast a cooling spell on himself and asked, "Why are you here?"

"I've been following you to see if I can get inspiration or something." He said exaggeratedly—or so exaggerated by bards: "Your life is so lively, what kind of prince, elf, magician, Holy Son...wow, what have you done?"

Samir twitched the corner of his mouth: "Speaking of which, I have to thank you."

"Thank me for what?"

"Your book." Samir said, "As a token of gratitude, please finish the rest of the story."

"Wait, didn't you thank me?"

"If you don't finish writing, I can really do something like lock you up until you finish writing."

"It's terrible, do they know such a terrible side of you!"

"Then write quickly!"

"If you can't write it, you can't write it. I have too many half-written stories like this in my hand. I will send them all to you some other day!"

The Sami raised his head and burst out laughing.

Wei An poked his head over to look at him, and asked, "What, are you mad?"

"It's okay, remember to send it to me." Samir said slowly: "Weian, you are a half-elf, you have a lifespan of several hundred years."

"Almost, but I can live for thousands of years if I take good care of myself." Wei An said proudly, "It's almost comparable to a real elf."

"Tell me, if there is an elf, he has existed since the birth of the elves, and he has lived until today. What kind of elf is thinking in his mind?"

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