Elf Archer of Life in Another World

When they saw Kanbul outside the city, Qi Youfeng knew that he would be hated every year.

He knew that Nian Nian wanted to admit his mistake, and he also knew that Sui's statement was a shirk of responsibility, but he still felt that he was right to stop Nian Nian's behavior.

Sure enough, after Kamble left, Nian Nian also left without saying a word, as if they were strangers.

He bowed his hands to Qi Youfeng. After Qi Youfeng nodded with a wry smile, he took Sanchishui back to the city.

Qi Youfeng followed Nien Nian from a distance, searching with her in the wilderness outside the city, and found the old man's body being bitten by wild dogs.

He helped Nian Nian dig the pit to bury the body, buried it in the ground, and then followed Nian Nian back to the city. During the whole process, Nian Nian didn't say a word to him, and it was as if he hadn't seen him from the beginning to the end.

Same as him.

After that, he was lost in the city every year.

Watching Qi Youfeng skillfully climb the wall and climb the house every year, he could only smile bitterly at the back of the person who was gradually moving away.

He saw that Nian Nian had taken away the old man's cigarette rod and the blood-stained paper bag, and roughly guessed what Nian Nian wanted to do.

Kamble’s words show that the root cause of this matter lies with God Hu. Even if he admits his mistake and apologizes to the old man’s family every year, if he cannot overturn God Hu’s accusation and wash away the old man’s bad name as a sinner, no matter how sincere the apology is, it is just self-deception.

comfort.

Qi Youfeng made an excuse to want to pay homage to God Hu, and learned from the enthusiastic philosopher Hawari that there was a temple on the other side of the divine lake. No one was allowed to approach it on weekdays and could only take a look from a distance.

Then he searched all the way along the lake shore. When he found the temple, he also bumped into the monk guarding the temple.

Qi Youfeng is not a saint.

Whether it was his evasive attitude in the past years or his alienation and disregard for him today, he had accumulated a little complaint in his heart. Coupled with the exhaustion of chasing here alone, the negative emotions combined to make him resentful.

These verbose monks are a little less patient.

One side is irritable, the other is tough, and the dispute turns into a quarrel, and then into a fight.

If the logic doesn't make sense, then use force to solve it!

After all, Qi Youfeng is just a player. He can have some empathy for the NPCs in the game only after he has known them for many years. Fundamentally, it is still difficult for him to get used to seeing them as the same beings as himself.

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The first sword has been cut, so we can only kill everyone in front of us.

Since Nian Nian is away, Qi Youfeng no longer has any scruples about taking action. His ferocious gangsterism is fully displayed. The two full-moon scimitars are wrapped in a violent rage that is visible to the naked eye. There is no troublesome defense or dodge, only the light of the sword and the color of blood piercing the night sky.

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Finally, there were no annoying NPCs in front of him anymore, but Qi Youfeng only felt that the irritability in his chest was getting worse.

Then, he saw Nian Nian.

He saw Nian Nian running towards him, with anxiety and concern on his face, standing in front of him at a loss.

The moment he saw her, all the complaints, irritability and anger disappeared instantly. He only felt satisfied.

"Where are you injured? Let me see quickly!" Nian Nian knelt on the ground, supporting Qi Youfeng face to face, and hurriedly took out a handful of medicinal leaves from the storage gem on his waist with one hand.

The medicinal leaves brought by the enthusiastic aunt were collected by Shi Sui and handed over to her. She had left some for the little princess in the palace before, and now she still has a lot with her.

"Don't worry, I just look scary."

Qi Youfeng looked at the one-sixth of his health remaining at the edge of his vision, sat on the ground, and watched as Nian Nian raised one of his arms and carefully pulled open the blood-stained cloth, revealing a slender line of oozing blood.

of wounds.

Every year, I took a piece of medicinal leaf and put it on the wound, took out the water bag and poured a few drops of water on it. The medicinal leaf began to melt slowly and gradually turned into a translucent film covering the wound.

"This medicinal leaf is really good. We should consider selling some more and take it with us before we leave." Although I have seen the effect of this medicinal leaf in the palace, I still feel it is a bit magical every year.

Qi Youfeng nodded, hummed softly, and looked at Nian Nian who was concentrating on treating his wounds without blinking.

The moonlight is so beautiful tonight, but the most beautiful thing is the eyes of the person in front of me, as bright as stars.

There were not many wounds, they were all concentrated on the arms and back. After a while, Nian Nian was all treated, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Qi Youfeng suddenly felt a little regretful. He should have been beaten more just now.

After collecting the remaining medicinal leaves, Nian Nian cast his eyes on Qi Youfeng's left leg.

"It doesn't matter, it just temporarily affects the movement speed." Qi Youfeng stuffed a health-restoring elixir into his mouth, watched the value return from one-sixth to one-third, and stuffed two more pills.

The system interface is then hidden.

With his health points back to full and the negative effects of weakness disappearing, Qi Youfeng glanced at Liang Sisi's wounds and stood up with some difficulty.

Niannian hurriedly helped him, went over and put his arm on her shoulders, and was a little frustrated to find that his height was limited, and Qi Youfeng could only walk crookedly.

Qi Youfeng looked at the depression on Nian Nian's face and couldn't laugh or cry: "I'm not lame or paralyzed, I don't need to lean on you to walk."

After saying that, he relaxed the arm on Nian Nian's shoulders and drew it closer to his arms.

"Ahem, of course it would be better if you let me give you a ride."

Nian Nian turned to look at him and Qi Youfeng said a bit rogue. After all, this was the first time Nian Nian took the initiative to get close to him, and he was reluctant to let go so quickly.

Nian Nian immediately turned his head and avoided looking at Qi Youfeng. His face was a little red and his body was a little tense, but fortunately he did not abandon Qi Youfeng and run away.

The two of them looked around at the same time, Qi Youfeng was a little embarrassed.

The corpses on the ground had not yet been refreshed, and the air was still filled with a strong smell of blood, but the appearance every year made him automatically ignore the smell of blood.

Although these people have some strength and weapons in their hands, they are not actually very powerful, otherwise they would not have been slaughtered by Qi Youfeng alone.

Come to think of it, these NPCs don't exist for fighting, and they may be a bit innocent to say the least.

"These are the guards of the temple. They blocked the door and refused to let me in. They also said that no one was allowed to come near this place. Then we started fighting." Qi Youfeng explained quickly, feeling a little uneasy.

"It's good that you're fine." Nian Nian smiled. She was not the Holy Mother who saved all sentient beings, so of course she would not be angry with Qi Youfeng for this.

Furthermore, she has a very poor impression of God Hu, and her sympathy for those who serve God Hu is also extremely limited. Who she wants to help and who she wants to save depends on, first, whether it has something to do with her, and second, her mood.

"Next time you want to fool around, you must tell me in advance! Otherwise I will be angry!" Nian Nian turned his head and looked at Qi Youfeng seriously.

"I'll give you my exact words." Qi Youfeng glanced at her and replied angrily.

Nian Nian smiled. Seeing the smile that couldn't be concealed on Qi Youfeng's face, his cheeks felt hot and his heartbeat was a little fast.

The two approached the temple, and orange candlelight shone through the open arch. There were no statues, no paintings, and no sacrificial shrines inside the door. There was only a big golden bell, which was emitting a soft halo.

Nian Nian and Qi Youfeng looked at each other, a little confused. Qi Youfeng let go of his arm on Nian Nian's shoulders, held a knife on alert, and walked into the arch with Nian Nian.

When Song Qing returned to the side hall, two rows of guards were already standing at the entrance of the side hall, and dozens of ministers were already sitting in the hall, all nodding to Song Qing.

Seeing that these people had smiles on their faces and some hidden fears, Song Qing knew that his conversation with Shi Sui in prison had indeed been overheard.

Song Qing, who realized this, became even more vigilant. No matter what the reason was, it showed that there was indeed something magical about this Hawari Zheguo, and maybe it was indeed some kind of miracle.

At this time, a female attendant came out of the inner room and met Song Qing. After bowing, she said respectfully: "Your Majesty, please come into the inner room."

This is the normal scene and procedure for foreign ministers to visit.

Song Qing smiled and nodded. After entering the inner room, he saw Hassan VI sitting on a soft chair. When he bowed his head and saluted, he glanced to the side and saw a small bulge on the bed, with a small face buried in the soft mattress.

In the pillow, my breathing was slow and my cheeks were slightly red.

"Thank you for your hard work, Lord Songqing." Hassan VI's back was straightened. Although his voice was low, it was steady and powerful. Once he heard it, he knew that this man was full of blood and energy.

"Your Majesty is so complimentary. This envoy returned without success and I dare not accept your Majesty's words." Song Qing also lowered his voice and replied.

King Hassan VI waved his hand gently and asked the maid to bring a cushion covered with a felt rug, and then he made a sound to retreat from the four maids in the room.

For a time, only the breathing of three people could be heard in the entire inner room.

"I heard that the elf who entered the palace to assassinate him today joined the envoys outside the city."

The sitting post is relatively short, and Song Qing and Hassan VI are sitting opposite each other, at an angle where they are slightly looking up at each other.

"Yes." Song Qing nodded.

"Why did you let a stranger join you halfway?" Hassan VI didn't move his head and neck, only a pair of eagle eyes narrowed slightly. There was no questioning tone in this sentence, only an increasingly heavy sense of oppression.

"Well..." Song Qing suddenly smiled, "I wonder if your majesty has seen the appearance of this elf?"

King Hassan VI was slightly startled. After thinking about it for a moment, he replied: "I don't remember... indeed I didn't see her. She attacked me from behind."

Song Qing kept the stunned look of Hassan VI in mind, carefully observed his sitting posture, and made a guess in his mind.

"When she was with us, this elf looked young, only about eight or nine years old. She acted innocently and cutely, and was very popular with everyone. No one thought that such a little girl would bring any danger." Song Qing

He replied helplessly.

"Oh?" This description really aroused the interest of Hassan VI. He couldn't help but lean forward slightly. At the same time, his face stiffened, and he slowly straightened back and sat upright.

The neck was injured, most likely due to a heavy blow. Song Qing immediately judged the state of Hassan VI.

A neck injury will cause slight dizziness, and the movement of the entire upper body will be limited, especially the head and neck. Even if Hassan VI maintains his confidence by willpower, he will suffer intense pain every time his neck moves slightly.

It is also difficult to conceal the feeling of falling.

I saw that this man's upper body was covered with bandages, but there was no blood on the front. Combined with the stab wounds mentioned by others, His Majesty the King should have been injured in the neck and then stabbed somewhere in the back.

No, it was probably the waist, because the man who stabbed the king was probably not very tall, for example, only a head higher than the table in the room.

As for why the king was first hit in the neck and then stabbed, it is naturally because the real assassin is now safe and sound, and the only wound was on his very convenient lower abdomen. Injury at this location not only cleared away his suspicions, but also

Presumably, I can delay for some time and prevent myself from being carried to bed by the king so quickly.

At this point, Song Qing has basically confirmed the truth of the entire king's assassination incident.

The person who injured the king should be Nian Nian, but the person who stabbed the king was the little princess. These two actions should be carried out at the same time, otherwise there is no need for the little princess to stab the king again. The murder weapon that stabbed the king was the one in Nian Nian's hand.

Golden hairpin. I want to come.

It was the king who carried today's gift from Songqing directly to the newly married little princess, and then the little princess conveniently used it to assassinate her. In every year, he was probably worried that leaving the murder weapon here would cause trouble to the little princess, so he kindly took the gold hairpin with him.

Gone.

Unfortunately, good intentions may not pay off. The little princess first injured herself, and then screamed loudly to attract the guards, completely placing the charge of assassinating the king on Niannian's head.

People should not be judged by their appearance, Song Qinggan said. A ten-year-old girl has such intelligence and scheming, and the system may want her to be the queen.

Hey, couldn't this be the original plot line? But it was messed up by Nian Nian, who acted bravely for righteousness.

"You will know when your Majesty sees this elf with your own eyes." These thoughts just passed by for a moment, and Song Qing did not ignore the conversation with Hassan VI.

King Hassan VI looked solemn and said in a deep voice: "This must be God Hu's test for me."

Song Qing choked up and felt speechless again for the thinking logic of these Kawali philosophers. Wouldn't this king still want to use his body and mind to influence the evil elves and turn heretics into believers?

Song Qing was trying to put himself into the believer's perspective to continue the conversation when he suddenly heard a bell ringing. The bell was not as long and ethereal as the ones he had heard during the day. Instead, it had a harsh and sharp sound, rumbling.

The earth rolled in from the east.

From the side hall, everyone shouted "God bless Hu" loudly. King Hassan VI also stood up from the soft chair with difficulty, gritting his teeth and staring, with blue veins protruding on his forehead and sweat pouring out.

Song Qing immediately stepped forward and stretched out his hand to help. King Hassan VI hesitated for a moment, but did not refuse. He firmly grasped Song Qing's right hand with one hand. It didn't look like he was being supported by Song Qing, but more like he was dragging Song Qing out of the inner room.

Before walking out of the inner room, Song Qing turned his head slightly and saw that the little princess had sat up from the bed, but she was not as anxious and frightened as Hassan VI. Instead, she was staring quietly at the east where the bells were ringing, with only

There was silence.

As if aware of Song Qing's observation, the girl turned her eyes, met his eyes, and smiled sweetly.

After walking out of the inner room, all the ministers, guards, and male and female attendants who stayed inside and outside the side hall were kneeling facing east, with their foreheads on the ground and their palms facing up, motionless amid the continuous ringing of the bells.

Song Qing looked at the crouched backs of these people, with thunderous bells ringing in his ears. The left wrist on the back of Hassan VI suddenly stiffened, and the delicate hand crossbow was like a hot iron in his heart.

A crazy idea ignited.

Tonight, the bells will ring all night long.