I am the Envoy of the Winter

Because of this flower, she had seen it before.

She once asked the other party, who is this for.

He said it was for love.

But she never received the flower in her whole life.

"This is the most cherished iris flower of the guardian. He originally wanted to give it to the person he admired, but he never found the opportunity."

Let go of the opponent's hand, Bai Luo said.

But before his hand fell, it was already firmly grasped by a cold hand.

In Bai Luo's impression, it was the first time that Rosalind showed such a gaffe.

Even more out of control than her in the castle tower.

"Where is he! Tell me where he is!"

Rosalin's strength was stronger than Bai Luo's imagined, his arm was painfully pinched by the other party.

There are even signs of frost on the arms.

"Where is he, I think you know better than me."

Bai Luo shook his head slightly and replied.

Otherwise, the flame witch who burned everything would not have been born.

"Where did you meet him! Tell me! Tell me everything! I order you!"

The solid ice showed signs of melting, and the temperature of the hand holding Bai Luo's arm was gradually rising.

The hair burned, the clothes burned, and there was nothing on the witch's body but flames.

Her eyes were bloodshot, and a hot tongue of flame emerged from her mouth, turning into a serpentine flame, which seemed to have signs of enveloping Bai Luo.

Even though Bai Luo's clothes and hair were blown up and down by the flames, he didn't look panicked at all.

Seeing this, Ji Ana next to her rolled up her sleeves and raised the lamp to hit people.

Because her Feiying hadn't grown up yet, she didn't have attack power at all.

But Bai Luo stopped her with a look.

"I just saw him in the past in the image of the leylines, and now even if you go there, you can't see him."

This is what Bai Luo feels more regretful about.

If the dungeon can be activated continuously like in the game, and it can also bring people in, it may save a lot of things.

"I will ask the doctor for help, he definitely has a way, tell me quickly!"

The word begging came out of Rosalind's mouth, which was simply unbelievable.

Bai Luo even once thought he had heard wrong.

But it seems reasonable if it has something to do with Rustan.

Bai Luo didn't speak this time, but reached out and stroked her forehead lightly.

His action was like flipping a switch.

With a bang, the flames on the witch's body burned out.

The long hair that was originally rolled up was also scattered on the shoulders.

"It is not the endless flames that can make a knight stretch his brows, but the crisp singing voice of a girl."

"Rosalind, how long has it been since you sang?"

Chapter 380 The Witch Who Can't Cry

Ms. is a person with strong self-esteem, and she seems to be superior at all times, even in front of her colleagues.

That is to say, when facing the queen, he will restrain himself a little.

beg?

This kind of word appeared in her mouth, it was even more strange than Bai Luo invited Dadalia to eat, but ended up paying for it himself.

But Rustan is the only one in this world who can let her let go of her self-esteem and arrogance, right?

After all, she was willing to burn her own life for the other party.

It's just self-esteem.

As long as she could get him back, even if it was just to see him again, no matter how much she paid, she would be willing.

Rosalind would unleash flames, but there were more reasons to be angry.

She believed Bai Luo's words, but she didn't believe them completely.

About her and Rustan, as long as you work hard to investigate, you can definitely find out something.

She suspected that Bai Luo was playing tricks on her, but she desperately hoped that Bai Luo's words were true.

Even if it's fake, I hope it's true...

But as Bai Luo stroked her forehead with his hand, the last bit of doubt in her heart disappeared.

The closest contact she has with the knight she likes is the first encounter in the square.

Singing, she saw the knight's frown, and subconsciously reached out to smooth it out.

And this action, only the two of them know.

Since then, they have often "encountered" on that square.

I still remember that when I said that I would go to the Academy for further studies, although the knight did not show any reluctance, he forgot his beloved saber on the square before leaving.

Facing the knight who lost everything, she was not angry, but felt a little happy.

Because she knows what this saber means to a knight.

Let him ignore his beloved sword, which is enough to prove that he has occupied enough space in the other party's heart.

That night, she slept with each other's saber in her arms.

Before leaving, the knight appeared in front of her with a face full of stubble.

She returned the lost sword to the other party, and the other party presented her with a water timepiece specially made by herself.

"When the timer runs out for a week, it's time for you to return."

Said the knight.

He has only delivered timepieces twice in his life.

The first time was the hourglass given to my dear friend Lion of Light when I was young, and this is the second time.

Also the last time.

When the two exchanged the items in their hands, she squeezed the other's big hand playfully.

Even through the armor, the knight named Young Wolf still blushed unapologetically.

But when the timepiece was gone and she returned to her hometown, the person who gave her the timepiece had become food for disaster.

The girl's time ends here, and the time of the Flame Witch's destruction begins.

What flows in the water timepiece is no longer the miss of the girl, but the years that the witch dedicated to the flame. ,

Did Rosalind cry?

Maybe?

But it wasn't hot tears that wet her cheeks.

It's the water stains after the ice melted.

Because she shed all her tears 500 years ago.

A witch who burns herself has no heart and will not cry.

She held the seemingly fragile iris flower that was finally delivered to her after 500 years, and squatted helplessly on the ground.

The loose hair hangs messily on the ground, and the sound of sobbing can be heard faintly in the hair.

But no matter how much she sobbed, she didn't shed a single tear.

As a witch, even crying is a luxury for her.

Perhaps at this moment, she is no longer that frightening executive lady.

Nor is it the terrible flame witch that bards speak of.

It was the girl who had already burned herself and died 500 years ago.

Bai Luo looked at the naked Rosalin, and subconsciously looked at Ji Ana who was gesticulating in front of her.

Forget it, her clothes are too small, Rosalin probably won't be able to wear them.

own clothes?Less likely.

Not that he was stingy.

After his clothes were bound to his profession, it was equivalent to being bound to him.

In the case of close range, it may be able to send out temporarily.

Just like when he lent the dagger to Ke Lai.

But if he walks away, the clothes will automatically return to him.

Rosalind will definitely be naked again by then.

If such a thing happened, he felt that Rosaleen would hunt him to the ends of the earth.

Pulled off the tablecloth on the table and draped it over Rosalind.

"I'm going back to Mond first, remember to contact me if you need anything."

Patting her smooth shoulder, Bai Luo said softly.

If they stayed, there might be some beautiful misunderstandings, but Bai Luo didn't have that kind of thought.

At this time, let her be quiet.

Besides, there was Ji Ana by her side, so there was no chance of any misunderstanding.

"Stop looking, go home."

A slap was made on the head of Ji Ana who was staring at the side, Bai Luo said in a tone of hatred.

Although it's a bit smaller, it's not like you don't have that thing, and you have time to look at it after taking off your clothes when you go home.

"Oh! Well...Okay."

Ji Ana agreed, but when she followed Bai Luo and left, she still looked back every three steps.

It wasn't until Bai Luo pinched the collar at the nape of her neck and slipped it out that she didn't give up.

He called the students he trusted and told them to guard the room, and don't let anyone in until the lady came out, so he left the ruins.

On the way, Jiana was still in a daze.

She stretched out her hand from time to time, making a gesture of holding two watermelons in front of her, her face full of puzzlement.

After hesitating for a long time, she looked at the executive officer in front of her.

"My lord executive, she's carrying such a heavy fat... Isn't she tired?"

"..."

Ji Ana's question made Bai Luo's movements pause.

And the former was caught off guard again and hit his back.

However, compared to before, this time he obviously gained experience. He even knew to help his glasses immediately, and raised the light in his hand to alert the surrounding situation.

"Co-author, you have been staring at it just now, are you thinking about this problem?"

Looking at his "elite monster" little follower, Bai Luo asked in disbelief.

He originally thought that the lady's F-level charm could already be used to charm the same sex.