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

The screen switches.

The music becomes slow and long.

In the center of the square, two birds landed on the statue of the brave Sinmel.

Early the next morning.

"Okay, let's go." Fulilian, Ferren, and Hugh Tark continued walking on the mountain road.

"The goal is the end of the north."

Hugh Tark suddenly remembered, "Speaking of which, I haven't asked the destination of this trip yet."

"Where are we going?"

At this time, the music seemed to have emotions.

Fulilian looked up at the sky and thought of Sinmel's figure.

"Heaven."

[Speaking of which, if Sinmel is translated into German, it means 'heaven'. ]

[From this point of view, history is really great. We can still glimpse the past of our ancestors after thousands of years. ]

"It sounds quite interesting." Hugh Tark said.

Fulilian and her group set out on the road to the north.

...

A city appeared in the picture.

The snow-capped peaks of the distant mountains are covered with white frost.

——28 years after the death of the brave Xin Meier, in the northern countries, the territory of the Earl of Granat.

Audience seats.

——"Hiss, Xin Meier's figure is all over Fulilian's road. It turns out that Xin Meier has been making statues along the way after defeating the monsters. It turns out that he is leaving them for Fulilian!"

——"Xin Meier knows that their lifespans are very short for Fulilian. In order to make her less lonely on the road in the future, Xin Meier's heart is really deep... I am really moved."

——"This story is amazing."

Some audience members wiped the tears from the corners of their eyes.

In the judges' seats

Yu Hua nodded, his tone full of admiration: "It ends with the victory of the hero and his party over the Demon King. It turns out that for Fulilian, everything has just begun."

Shen Yirou was full of emotion, looking at the picture in front of her and sighed:

"Xin Meier's feelings for Fulilian are in one story after another. Fulilian takes Fenren and others to the Demon King's City again. On the way, she gradually discovers Xin Meier's feelings. It's really delicate."

Mo Yan turned his head and said to the three judges beside him: "Have you noticed that before each story starts, it shows the time before the death of the hero Xin Meier."

Hearing what Mo Yan said, others also noticed it.

"Yes.

"Indeed, the time was calculated from Xin Meier's departure."

Shen Yirou also discovered that "With Xin Meier's departure, Fulilian's discovery of things on the journey and the changes she has undergone are inseparable from Xin Meier's figure. "

She felt very complicated, as if she felt the deep affection and tenderness of Xinmeier.

"Whether it was on the road, Philen's influence on Fulilian, every change was inseparable from Xinmeier. During these journeys, Fulilian would feel Xinmeier's tenderness every time she understood Xinmeier, just like brewing red wine, a little thicker. "

...

The screen switched.

The music became cool and lively.

In the territory, there were many guards patrolling and stationed on the streets.

Fulilian and the other two walked on the streets.

"There are so many guards." Philen noticed that the atmosphere here was obviously different from other cities.

"What happened?"

"Anyway, let's decide who will go shopping first." Hugh Tark reminded.

At this time.

Fulilian stopped.

The suitcase in her hand was thrown on the ground, and the half-moon staff was summoned in her hand.

Philen widened her eyes and hurried forward to stop Fulilian's actions.

"Ms. Fulilian, this is on the street. "

"There are monsters." Fulilian stared ahead.

"Huh?" Philen looked at the side where Fulilian was on guard.

In the distance.

A group of people appeared under the stone bridge of the territory.

Escorted by the guards, a duke in his thirties or forties with slightly long brown hair covering half of his face walked in front.

Following closely behind was a white-haired man with horns on his head.

The male demon with light yellow hair looked over.

Flilian attacked him, and the magic flashed white at this moment. The guards on the street quickly surrounded Fulilian and the other two.

"Bold, what are you doing? "A tall and burly guard interrupted Fulilian's spellcasting and lifted her up from behind with both hands.

Flilian was suspended in the air and immediately pinned to the ground with both hands behind her back.

The half-moon staff fell to the ground, making a 'bang' sound of special metal.

This sudden situation made Fren and Hugh Tark a little flustered.

[It hurts so much.]

[Flilian was picked up and fell to the ground (no ripples).]

[I'm sorry, but I couldn't hold it when I was lifted up.]

[Mage killer.】

A group of people came to the front, and Fulilian looked up.

"Count Granat, did you instruct her?" The demon man's tone was very magnetic.

At this time, the music became bleak and alert.

This demon, who obviously looks very outstanding and has light yellow hair, looked at the count beside him calmly. Although he was questioning, his tone was very calm, and his face was even gentle.

Under the light yellow hair, there is a face that has fascinated thousands of girls.

There seems to be infinite tenderness in the blue-purple eyes.

[Wow, what a handsome demon. 】

On the side, Count Granat responded to the demon in a serious tone: "Sir Lugna."

I really hate you to the bone, and even, I can't wait to get rid of you. "

"But I'm not stupid enough to attack the peace envoy in broad daylight."

Felen was surprised, "Peace envoy?"

"She is probably an uninformed adventurer. "Count Granat guessed Flillian's identity.

"I'll just believe you." The demon envoy Lugna responded.

[They are all very stable.]

He knelt down on one knee and looked at Flillian in front of him.

"This cold look, calm and full of murderous intent." The demon envoy Lugna said, "Even those residents in this city who hate us."

"Although they are afraid when they look at me, they also think I am a human when they look at me."

"But." The demon envoy Lugna looked at Flillian, "You look at me as if I am a beast."

Flillian looked up coldly and asked, "Isn't this the truth?"

"You demons are just parroting humans, and your essence is a beast that cannot communicate."

[Wow, I feel it! I'm afraid the setting here is that the demons, plundering is engraved in their genes, and it can't be eradicated!]

"Lock her in the dungeon of the mansion. "Earl Granat ordered coldly.

The guard obeyed, "Yes!"

Hugh Tark was confused, "Uh..."

The guards escorted Earl Granat and others and took Fulilian away.

"Hey!"

Hugh Tark stretched out his hand, not knowing what to do for a moment.

On the street, there were only passers-by whispering and watching, and the two confused little ones.

Hugh Tark turned around and looked at Ferren helplessly.

[Ferren: Great! I can slack off.]

[Ferren was angry: You took Fulilian away! Wasting my time again!]