The heroine kidnapped the female partner!

The man in black came out from the grass, he reached out to catch the butterfly flying towards him, and read the message inside.

Yang Yansheng is rumored to have an affair with the Chosen Son of the Light Elf?

interesting.

The man closed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth turned up happily.

But what emanated from him was not a pleasant aura, but a gloomy, rotten smell.

He is Zhu Gangyuan.

He intends to eradicate Yang Yansheng—to eradicate the stumbling block that prevents him from becoming the king of the dark elves.

Butterfly sensed his breath, and fluttered its wings to fly away.

Puchi, Puchi.

Every time it flaps its wings, its body becomes more and more dilapidated, until...until it turns into a corpse, and can no longer move its wings.

These things, once used, should not be used again.

Otherwise, something in the dark will be revealed.

……

Yang Yansheng here has recovered her original mobility, she stood up and walked a few steps.

System: Didn't fall!Didn't fall!

"Congratulations to Sheng for recovering." Wu Jiao raised her eyebrows and looked at Yang Yansheng who was walking cautiously.

"Thank you, Jiaojiao." Yang Yansheng hugged Wu Jiao and rubbed her head.

"Well, I'll take it." Wu Jiao hugged Yang Yansheng back, sniffing her good smell.

I don't know how many times these conversations have been experienced, and how many times these hugs have happened.

No matter how many times, these are treasures to Wu Jiao.They stay in the memory well, and tell Wu Jiao time and time again that there is such a person who doesn't care for her in awe, and treats her well not because of responsibility, but because she likes her purely.

In the past, she only wanted to be best friends with Yang Yansheng for the rest of her life, but now she wants to spend lifetimes with her.

After all, how could she not like such a good person.

……

The tribes in the clan began to struggle.

After Yang Yansheng received the news, he prepared to get up and return to the dark elves' base camp.

The dark elves have always been at odds. They are divided into two factions and countless small tribes.

There are many small tribes in each party, and the leader of each party naturally wants his own party to be the boss.

If the reigning king is well-behaved, there will be no friction in the clan. If the reigning king shows signs of falling, the various tribes in the clan will naturally have wars and frictions from time to time. The most prestigious young man in his tribe becomes king.

The dark elves have always loved talents, and they will give all the good things to those capable young people.

Because they know that only with fresh blood can the dark elves survive.

Yang Yansheng planned to go back, naturally he wanted to support the tribe he was in.

Although she has no intention of being king, that is the tribe that raised her after all, maybe the whole tribe will disappear in the war.

"Jiaojiao, I should go back." Yang Yansheng rubbed Wu Jiao's head.

"Back to the tribe?"

"Ah."

"The war has started?" Wu Jiao frowned.

"Yes." Yang Yansheng laughed helplessly.

She has always been very helpless to the infighting of the dark elves. Every king ascends to the throne by stepping on many corpses.

"I'm with you." Wu Jiao stood up.

"It's dangerous there." Yang Yansheng patted Wu Jiao's shoulder, motioning her to sit down.

Wu Jiao shook her head with a determined face, "I'm not afraid, I'll be with you."

"If you are like this, what will your people do?" Yang Yansheng put away the smile on his face and looked serious.

"They have always respected my choice." Wu Jiao was not afraid of Yang Yansheng's expression, but took Yang Yansheng's hand, "War is too cruel, I don't want you to go through it alone, so...let me accompany you, OK?"

"..." Yang Yansheng opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

"If you don't agree, I'll follow you secretly." Wu Jiao looked at Yang Yansheng's dazed expression, and angrily let go of Yang Yansheng's hand.

The war was too cruel, she couldn't bear her Sheng to face it alone, so even if it made her angry, she had to go with her.

"...Then you follow me." Seeing Wu Jiao's appearance of getting angry, Yang Yansheng reluctantly took Wu Jiao's hand, "Promise me, don't get hurt."

"Naturally." Wu Jiao squeezed Yang Yansheng's hand tightly, "If I got hurt, wouldn't I be holding you back?"

"Well, I know you are very strong." Yang Yansheng hugged Wu Jiao, "If you get hurt, you will cut a hole in my heart."

"Well, I won't get hurt." Wu Jiao replied after taking a deep breath.

Afterwards, the two packed up and set off.

Wu Jiao sent a message to her responsible elf, explaining exactly what she was going to do.

The elf in charge fell off his chair in fright when he received the news.

"Hey, my little ancestor." The elf in charge looked at the words on the leaves over and over again, unable to believe it.

Their king went to the battlefield, and he called it a good name, saying that he was going to be a flower protector for the queen.

The elf in charge felt helpless and worried.

All the people of the light elves have the right to know what their king has done, so he announced the news, and all the light elves were praying for the two of them.

They want their king and queen to be well.

……

The base camp of Yang Yansheng's residence is still a little far away, and the two of them rushed there non-stop.

When the two arrived, it was desolate.

There are ashes from the artillery fire everywhere, the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled stay in the base camp, their faces are a little dull.

The older generation of dark elves are used to it. When they were young, they also participated in the battle for the previous king.

Usually everyone's tribe's position is not fixed, not to mention that this is the time of war, and the tribe's position will change.

For a while, the two of them couldn't find the person they were looking for.

Along the way, there are some shocking traces.

"Isn't it the king?" Wu Jiao, who was a little angry, sneered, "I want to fight to the death."

She knew how the dark elves selected the king, but seeing it today, she felt a little disdainful.

Wu Jiao thought that Yang Yansheng next to him was a member of the dark elves, and the pain in her heart must not be much better than her, so she held her hand.

"I already knew there would be such a day." Yang Yansheng's eyes were dim, "In the past days, I have been trying to reconcile the relationship between the various tribes. I saw the tribes getting along well, but I didn't expect it to be this time. , there will still be wars between tribes.”

"You have tried your best." Wu Jiao squeezed Yang Yansheng's hand tightly and comforted her, "It's not your fault."

"I know." Yang Yansheng shook his head, "It's not my fault, but I also went in the wrong direction."

Yang Yansheng took a deep breath, and said firmly, "Mediation is useless, the only way to be king is to abolish this selection method."

"Well, no matter what you choose, I will stand by your side." Wu Jiao felt a little bitter in her heart.

She knew that Yang Yansheng had never been interested in the so-called throne.

What Yang Yansheng yearns for is freedom, becoming a king means that she has to be subject to many constraints, and her freedom is correspondingly reduced.

The two were rushing on the road, but saw some commotion ahead.

It's two small tribes facing each other.

The tribe is at war, and they have no right to stop it now, and they have no right to mediate. The two are going to go around, but they don't want to...

Yang Yansheng saw the always loving couple facing each other with swords.

Nan Sheng put the dagger on his wife Bei Yi's neck, smiled and said to a wave of Northern elves, "Surrender."

Beiyi looked at the dagger in front of her in despair, "Aren't we husband and wife?"

"But I married you for today's war." Nan Sheng smiled, and then his expression was in a trance, and he whispered, "After so many years, I can't help falling in love with you, but I have to do it for myself. tribe, for the sake of one's own party."

The two came from tribes of different factions. Nansheng's tribe belonged to the Southern faction, and Beiyi's tribe belonged to the Northern faction.

The tribe Yang Yansheng belongs to belongs to the Northern faction, so she naturally knows Beiyi - Beiyi is one of the few elves who married the elves of the Southern faction tribe.

And their love has become famous among the dark elves.

Unexpectedly... these are all on the surface.

"For the glory of the tribe?" Yang Yansheng fell in front of the two with deep disappointment in his eyes.

"Hey, the northern faction is the strongest." Nan Sheng recovered the cynicism on his face, then turned his gaze to Wu Jiao, and quickly lowered his face, "I can't help but stare at the one next to me."

"Light elves?"

Nan Sheng's words caused all the elves to explode.

The two races had never had much contact, so it was a little strange that a light elf would appear in their territory.

"This princess is here to see your so-called tribal spirit." Wu Jiao shook her head, her face was full of disdain, and she didn't want to say a few more words.

Scumbag!

The dark elves were dumbfounded.

Among the light elves, the only one who calls herself "this princess" is the Chosen Son of Light who is about to take over.

Yang Yansheng took this opportunity to rob Nan Sheng of Bei Yi.

"Yang Yansheng! You!" Nan Sheng's grip was gone, and he was so angry that he couldn't speak for a while, so he began to attack Yang Yansheng for bringing Wu Jiao here, "How can you let outsiders deal with this family's internal affairs? participate?"

"She didn't participate, or do you think it's embarrassing and you don't want the light elves to watch?" Yang Yansheng said lightly, with no expression on her face, she sent Beiyi to the opposite elf, and said again , "Besides, she is my wife, not an outsider."

The elves were stunned, and Wu Jiao's ears were red. She suppressed her nervousness and said confidently, "Well, this princess is her wife, so this is considered an outsider?"

Nan Sheng knew that he was ignorant, so he also kept silent.

While the other elves didn't speak, they were naturally too shocked to speak.

The strongest...wife of the younger generation of the northern faction is the chosen son of the light elves? ? ? ?

What breaking news is this? ! ? ! ?

"The glory of a tribe is to try our best to make our tribe and our party win, but do you think this is right?" Yang Yansheng looked at Nansheng and said, "Push my wife into the fire pit, look at the secret The elves kill each other, do you think this is an honor?"

"But it's always been like this, it's an honor!" Nan Sheng naturally knew this.

"It's always been like this, right?" Yang Yansheng clenched his fists, "If it weren't for the glory that has always been like this, why would our clan have so many wars!"

"Every generation of kings took office on the basis of many corpses of my family..."