That's not a game

Lin Xiaoge didn't smile gently, nor nodded in agreement with what the wind spirit said.

At this moment, he pursed his lips tightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Poet! You won't be really affected by what Sister Dekarabian said, will you?"

The wind spirit floated in front of Lin Xiaoge and asked.

Lin Xiaoge pursed her lips tightly and remained silent.

He was thinking that when he finished the copy, he would leave this world.So... what will happen to the Wind Spirit?

This magical game was just "withdrawing" some dead objects into his real world before.

The wind elf is not an item, so it is uncertain whether it can be "cashed" into the real world.

And even if it was possible, Lin Xiaoge...wouldn't dare to do that.

Because he knew how much he valued the other party, and he absolutely did not want the other party to suffer any possible harm.

If it was before, Lin Xiaoge would never have cared so much, because at that time he felt that all this was just a game.

But the trial of the wolf king, the words of the wolf king, and his hickey and hairband in the real world.

All this shows Lin Xiaoge that everything in this game is not completely false.

Everything he has experienced is very likely to be reality.

Everything he does may affect others.

This other person is most likely...Wendy.

Lin Xiaoge stared at the wind elf in front of her, and the young poet was reflected in the other's small eyes.

Although his hair is already gray, he still looks so free and unrestrained, and his gentle smile seems to always hang on the corner of his mouth.

It is the same as the young poet who sang in Mond City in my memory.

So, is this the destined ending of the acquaintance thousands of years apart?

Lin Xiaoge's eyes became extremely complicated at this moment.

"Barbatos..."

The wind elf couldn't help but read the name, the name reported by Lin Xiaoge.

Lin Xiaoge pursed her lips and nodded earnestly, "Well... my friend, this is my name."

"What about Wendy?"

Wind Spirit raised his head, looked at Lin Xiaoge, and asked.

"That's your future name, my friend." Lin Xiaoge replied.

Wind Spirit raised his head and looked at Lin Xiaoge, tears flashed in his eyes.

"Poet, are you lying to me?"

Xiaojia... No, it should be the wind elf, it has already realized something.

And what the wind elf said was lying to it, not referring to the name, but "the future".

Why do poets know the future?

Why didn't the poet know that there was a star falling on the falling star cliff, but he still named it the star falling cliff?

Why can poets always create such beautiful poems?He had obviously never seen the outside world at that time.

Why does the poet always say in such a positive tone that he will definitely become the best bard in the world in the future?

Why do poets... always seem to know everything?

Why do poets... seem to come from the future?

Wind Elf never thought about these issues before, because the days spent with the poet were so happy, there was no need to think about them.

But now, after experiencing so much, the wind elf is no longer as simple-minded as before.

It already knows how to think. It used to not think about what the future is in the poet's eyes, but just thinks that every word of the poet is full of poetry.

But now, the wind elf realizes that those poetic words or words may not be poetic to poets, but... reality.

"I did not lie to you."

Lin Xiaoge squatted down, looked at the smaller Wind Spirit, and said again.

"Wendy, it's your future name."

"Do not--"

The wind elf cried loudly, "I don't believe it, I can't be called Wendy in the future! I will grow old with you, the poet, die together, and be buried together! There is absolutely no way I will be called Wendy in the future !"

Lin Xiaoge smiled helplessly, lowered her body, gently stroked the wind elf's little head, and smiled softly.

"In the future, you will still be the best bard in this world."

"I do not!"

Wind Spirit pushed Lin Xiaoge's hands away, and cried out, "No! I don't want to be a poet anymore! I just want you to be by my side, a poet! I just want to be by your side, a poet. No matter where I go with you, no matter whether I can go there or not! No matter whether I am free or not! I just want to live for you! The poet—”

The wind elf cried loudly, like a helpless child.

Not far away, the female knight and the huntress looked at this scene. Although they didn't know what was going on, they lowered their heads unconsciously, feeling sad.

Lin Xiaoge pursed her lips, hesitated for a moment, and finally said to the wind spirit in front of her.

"My friend, you were born free, but because of me, you are bound to me."

"That's what I want!"

The Wind Spirit cried out loudly, "I am willing to lose my freedom, to be your wings and to be used by you! Poet! I am willing to do all of that! You can't throw me away, poet!"

The wind spirit threw herself into Lin Xiaoge's arms, tightly clutching Lin Xiaoge's skirt, gritting her teeth, and never let go.

Lin Xiaoge smiled helplessly, stroking the little head of the apoplexy elf, and said softly, "But my friend, I want everyone to be free. Now that I have brought freedom to everyone, I cannot...give you freedom."

"I don't want freedom!"

The wind spirit gritted her teeth and sobbed, "Poet, you bastard, you tricked me from the sky with such beautiful words and everything, and finally I became your wings. Now, you want to throw me away again Did you ask me? Bastard!"

The wind spirit's small fist hit Lin Xiaoge's chest one after another, although the force of each blow was so gentle, for fear of hurting Lin Xiaoge.

Lin Xiaoge bit her lower lip with her upper teeth, suppressed her inner emotions, stretched her hands to the top of her head, and slowly took off the crown on her head.

This crown seemed so real that Lin Xiaoge could even feel the frosted texture on it.

The emerald gem with the imprint of the wind element on it looks so sacred.

Lin Xiaoge understands that as long as he wears this crown, he can become Fengshen.

And from now on, there will be no such person as Wendy in this world.

Yes, but the wind god named Barbatos.

"poet……"

Wind Spirit raised his head, looked at Lin Xiaoge blankly, and looked at the crown in Lin Xiaoge's hand.

The wind elf didn't know what Lin Xiaoge was thinking, but the wind elf was afraid, afraid that the best friend in front of him would leave him.

Therefore, the wind spirit pursed her lips tightly, and tried to speak in the same coquettish tone as before with Lin Xiaoge.

"Poet, I want to learn the fourth poem, and you still have another poem for me."

It was obviously acting like a baby, but it seemed to be begging Lin Xiaoge with a begging tone.

Lin Xiaoge pursed his lips tightly, he was hesitating.

He can give up the future he knows and keep what he knows now.

He can give up the future Wendy and keep the wind elf in front of him instead.

But what about after he leaves the copy?

Wind Spirit, where will you go?

Wendy, will it still exist?

Lin Xiaoge looked up at the sky and said slowly.

"In a moment, my friend, I will teach you the fourth poem."

After finishing the words, Lin Xiaoge put down the wind elf in her arms, held the crown, and slowly put it on her head under the gaze of everyone.

At this moment, the wind and clouds in the world dispersed, leaving only the blue sky.

The sun, shining on the crown on Lin Xiaoge's head, illuminated Lin Xiaoge's posture extremely brightly, like a god.

And he, standing at the highest position in the city, said so.

"I am Barbatos, I will let the wind lead me and protect Mond forever."

People cheered, the ascension of the new king will definitely bring better things to Mond.

The new king came to the throne, and the old king died.

This is the rule of this world.

Lin Xiaoge turned her head and looked behind her.

Dekarabian was looking at him quietly with a smile on his face.

Then, he closed his eyes and waited for his end.

Lin Xiaoge held a long sword and walked slowly towards Dekarabian.

Under the blessing of the Fengshen Crown, Lin Xiaoge's footsteps were not weak at all, and he easily came to Dekarabian.

Lin Xiaoge looked at the lonely king in white dress in front of him, and recalled the stories he had seen.

There is a sentence in it—the young poet fell in the rebellious war against the tyrant.

However, he didn't want to be the teenage poet in that story!

Therefore, Lin Xiaoge raised the long sword in his hand.

"poet……"

The wind elves closed their eyes, unable to bear to see Dekarabian's death.

However, the next moment, it suddenly felt that its connection with the young poet was suddenly broken.

Blood also splashed on its face.

The wind elf opened his eyes in astonishment, only to realize that what the young poet cut off was not Dekarabian's neck, but the white wings on his back.

And the young poet turned his back to the wind elf with a calm expression.

"From now on, friend, you are no longer my wings, and I will give you back your freedom."

Among the countless white flying feathers, the young poet said so.

"poet--"

Wind Spirit couldn't believe all this, and wanted to return to Lin Xiaoge's side again.

However, a barrier of wind summoned by Lin Xiaoge stood in front of it.

The wind spirit, who was unable to break through the wind barrier, could only watch the young poet among them, holding a long sword and aiming at his abdomen.

"The new king ascends the throne and the old king dies. It is the rule of this world, and I have become the new king, right? Dekarabian."

Dekarabian slowly opened his eyes, looked at this scene, hesitated for a moment, seemed to understand something, and nodded.

"um, yes."

"Poets—you can't do that!"

Outside the wind barrier, the wind spirit cried out.

However, Lin Xiaoge turned her head and smiled softly.

"My friend, remember the third poem I taught you?"

Wind Spirit froze, sobbing, "Remember...remember, it's called "Farewell"."

"Then now, it's time to say goodbye, my friend."

"And, don't I still have a fourth poem to teach you? Now, I'm going to teach you."