I asked you to draw what you like, but you drew the funeral of Fulilian

"That's right, those years are enough to smooth everything out." Fulilian suddenly understood.

Thinking of this, Fulilian lowered her head, her mood seemed a little low, and her eyes became far-reaching when she looked at the magic book in her hand.

At this time, the music also became long.

"I am probably the only one who still remembers her appearance." Fulilian understood that after the baptism of years, no one remembered the master's personality in the notes of Master Flame.

Now, except for herself, almost all the people who really remember Flame have disappeared in the long river of time.

On the side.

Xin Meier's expression was a little touched.

[Oh my God, Xin Meier opened his mouth slightly after listening to it. Did he want to say: "I also want to be remembered by you after the end of time", woo woo. 】

In the early morning, the forest was filled with mist, and the smell was very fresh.

Under the illumination of a ray of sunlight.

Two white butterflies landed on the tip of Fulilian's nose.

Fulilian, who was sleeping, was awakened by this slight movement and opened her eyes.

Fulilian was a little surprised, "It's dawn."

In front of him.

Philen and Hugh Tark were cooking in front of the stove with firewood already set up.

Philen's eyes widened, and she was still peeling white radish in her hand. She turned her head with a shocked face. She actually noticed that Fulilian woke up in the early morning?

"Ms. Fulilian actually got up early!!"

She even dropped the radish in her hand in shock.

[Wow! Philen, haha ​​u The radish fell, she was so shocked! I have never seen Philen with such a rich expression. ]

Hush Tark didn't understand, "Is this a big deal?"

"Of course." Philen stood up and squatted beside Fulilian, his movements were very formal and serious, "At this time, we must praise her well!"

Hush Tark was stunned.

The music at this moment also became funny and cheerful.

Philen asked Hugh Tark to stand behind Fulilian, put his hands on her shoulders, and Hugh Tark pinched her shoulders with a confused look on his face.

Philen held a bowl of freshly cooked porridge in his hand.

"Ah~" Philen fed Fulilian one spoonful at a time.

Hugh Tark was completely confused,

"What the hell."

[Hahaha, Philen's emotional value is full. It's not easy to see Fulilian get up early, and he wants to give her the same care as parents! ]

[It's so funny, hahahaha, what a warm family of three! ]

The scene switches.

The three of them set off.

"Crack!" The sound of a shovel digging into the soil.

Hugh Tark was shoveling the soil in front of him.

They were about to drive the carriage along the mountain road, but found that it was blocked by the soil and rocks sliding down the hillside.

The carriage couldn't get through at all.

In addition to the three people, there was a gray-haired landlord-like businessman who was waiting to drive a carriage.

The mountain road was full of fallen gravel, and the whole road was blocked tightly.

Fulilian and Philen stood on the gravel and mud pile, holding the staff to control magic, and cleared the big stones and debris to the side.

Subtitles appeared.

——28 years after the death of the brave Xinmeier, the Northern Kingdoms, the Engu Road.

"Thank you for your help." The landlord businessman's tone was very grateful, and he said politely to Fulilian and the other two: "The road is blocked, I really can't do anything."

Many large stones were manipulated by Fulilian to float in the air and moved to a place on the road that would not get in the way.

With a sound of "click", Xu Tark raised his shovel and looked up.

Looking at Fulilian on the top of the mound, "I say, is it necessary to do this?"

Flilian waved her staff, staring at the huge stone in the air, her hands moving non-stop, and asked: "Are you dissatisfied? The reward is quite generous."

"I'm not asking about that." Xutark was not asking for the reward, but wanted to ask Fulilian, "You can use magic to transport the carriage to the other side, right?"

[I say, you are a warrior who can split the mountain, digging here with a shovel, isn't it a bit of a slacking? ]

[Slacking Fulilian is working, and there is someone else who is slacking (funny). ]

"If you do that, the people who come later will still be blocked, right?" Fulilian felt that this method seemed to be very bad in Philen's eyes.

"That's what Philen said."

Flilian agreed with Philen's opinion, and it was also a troublesome thing for the people behind. Perhaps if it was Sinmeier, he would definitely do the same.

"You only think about yourself, Xutark." Fulilian glanced at him.

"You are the only one who has no right to criticize me." Xiu Talke retorted faintly.

Who was it that wanted to defeat the dragon that he had not dared to touch for three years because of a magic book?

After a while.

The road was cleared.

Xiu Talke threw down his red robe and stood on the horse.In the car, he was stretching his muscles.

The landlord businessman held a bag of water in both hands and handed it to Xiu Talke: "Thank you for your hard work."

Xiu Talke turned around and took it, and said to the landlord businessman without hesitation: "Thank you."

Xiu Talke drank two sips, and felt that his thirst and fatigue were relieved a little, and asked: "By the way."

"Why is it that only here has collapsed so seriously?"

He turned his head to look around, and Xiu Talke saw that there were no landslides and rubble sliding in other places.

The landlord businessman thought for a while and told what he knew, "Some areas in the northern countries are fighting with the demons."

"Presumably, this place was affected by the war."

Xiu Talke's attitude changed slightly, "So it's a trace of fighting."

Picked up the shovel beside him and prepared to continue cleaning.

"Mr. Xiu Talke, can you put that side down first and come here to help?" Philen asked Xiu Talke standing beside the boulder.

Hugh Tark didn't look back, standing still.

"Mr. Hugh Tark?" Seeing this, Fearon's tone was a little puzzled.

Hugh Tark turned around and said to Fearon: "I say, can you stop calling me 'Mr. Hugh Tark'?"

Fearon still didn't understand.

When Hugh Tark heard Fearon call him Mr., he felt uncomfortable: "It makes me feel creepy."

"We are about the same age, right?"

Fearon lowered his eyes and thought: "Is that so... I know."

The next second.

Fearon said unceremoniously: "Hugh Tark, come over and help, hurry up."

Hugh Tark was shocked, and then complained: "So casual!"

[Hahaha! Such a cute Fearon, he went from a polite and honorific tone to an order! ]

[So cute, hahaha, Fearon seems to have never been with people of the same age. ]

[Honorific = polite, no honorific = you're welcome! 】

"That's not what I meant." Hugh Tark's face was full of black lines, and his tone was very complaining, "Can't we just use the normal name between acquaintances?"

Firen looked at Hugh Tark and seemed to be very worried, "Is that so."

"Also, be a little more friendly to me, I'm easily hurt."

Firen's eyes were empty, and he secretly said, "This kid is really troublesome."

【I heard a "tsk". 】

"You actually said this kid..." Hugh Tark was even more resentful.

【Hahaha, so cute, Hugh Tark's tone is almost like a spoiled child, is this a tough guy's spoiled child, so fun. 】

The next second.

Fulilian popped out from the top of the mound and asked the two people: "Hey, are you working?"

Firen returned to normal, "Hurry up, Mr. Hugh Tark."

Hugh Tark seemed to accept his fate and responded softly, "Okay."

【Back to the original name, hahaha! 】