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

"So after I die, I will ask the goddess to praise me in heaven." Kraft's face was full of hope.

At this time, a goddess with blue wings and closed eyes praying appeared in the picture, and Kraft stood in a field of golden wheat, bathing in the goddess' blessing and honor and praise for him.

"You did a good job, Kraft, your life is of great significance." Like this.

Kraft looked at Fulilian, "You understand, right? Fulilian."

"It would be too cruel if no one could remember the footprints left by oneself along the way."

"We have walked all the way, but we have lived a long life. "

In the picture.

Flillian is standing, and on the left, Kraft is sitting on a tree stump. The two are of the same height, and there is a very harmonious feeling.

[Grandpa telling a story to his granddaughter.]

[I have a guess, has he really seen the goddess?]

[I have saved the world, but it's as if I have never been here.]

At this time, Flillian stepped forward and said, "Kraft, this is just our wishful thinking."

Kraft sighed, "Yeah..."

He looked into the distance, and under the tree there was a fox who had just found a moose that had frozen to death in the snow.

The branches of the pine trees in the distance were full of snow, and the branches could not bear it, and the snow fell to the ground.

Kraft thought in his heart and asked, "Is heaven also wishful thinking, Flillian? "

'Bang' the snow fell, hitting the fox, and raised a piece of snow.

This sound attracted the attention of Kraft and Fulilian.

[Even if you know it is wishful thinking, you still need to have a spiritual sustenance.]

[The long years always need faith, otherwise I really don't know how to live.]

"Well." Kraft did not continue this topic, "Tell me about your life experience."

"I'll tell you about mine."

Kraft asked Fulilian.

"Since you said you don't believe in the goddess, let me praise you on behalf of the goddess."

After hearing this, Fulilian took a deep breath.

This familiar tone reminded her of the past.

The screen switched.

It was a flower field, in the castle in the city.

"Are you surprised?" Haita asked.

There was a group of children in the screen, happily surrounding Xinmeier and Aize.

"Well, I didn't expect Haita that you would fund the reconstruction of the orphanage in this village. "

Haita and Fulilian sat on the table and chairs in the corner and watched them having fun.

"Hahaha..." Haita smiled, "You're so straightforward."

Haita said to Fulilian:

"Because I'm an orphan too."

Fulilian turned her head and looked at her side. Haita took a sip of the wine in his hand and looked forward. Seeing this warm scene, she sighed and said, "I've been honest and upright in my life. The goddess will definitely praise me."

Hearing this, Fulilian supported her hands and said helplessly, "You wine-drinking monk, what nonsense are you talking about while drinking."

Obviously, Fulilian at that time did not understand Haita's behavior.

"Fulilian."

"Hmm?" Fulilian looked over.

Haita said, "Will anyone praise you?"

Fulilian was surprised, "Why do you ask this suddenly?"

"Because you don't seem to believe in the goddess." "Haita said, "As long as you tell me about your life story, I can praise you on behalf of the goddess."

[It turns out that Haita, who believes in the goddess, has also asked the same question and said the same thing.]

[Maybe this is time, so similar.]

At that time, Fulilian said:

"I just lived in a daze."

"I haven't done anything worthy of praise."

Haita didn't look back, and looked at her with his eyes slanted.

"Even if you have been limiting your magic power?"

Fulilian's eyes were surprised, and her state was not so casual.

Haita continued: "In my opinion."

"This is the result of hard work."

"It's like betting on life."

Hearing Haita's words, Fulilian said in surprise: "Did you find it?"

In the field, Xinmeier brought a group of children and waved to Haita.

"After all, we have traveled together for so many years. "

Haita waved his glass.

[It is difficult to hide such a large amount of magic power and keep it stable.]

[After traveling for so long, I am familiar with it.]

"My life experience is not interesting." Fulilian said.

"It doesn't matter." Haita said in a relaxed tone, "and it is also a preparation for the future."

"Why?" Fulilian asked.

"Maybe my child will become a magician." Haita said in a relaxed tone.

Flilian looked at him.

"Monks have to be single for life.""Hahaha..." Haita laughed.

In the background music, the tail of the trumpet was stretched out, and the memories swept over like the sea.

[But it still came true...]

[Your child is already an excellent magician Haita 555]

Flillian opened her lips and curved them.

"Why are there only weird guys who believe in the goddess?"

Flillian looked at the two people sweeping the snow on the wooden roof.

Philen used a broom to sweep the snow, and Hugh Tark had a shovel in his hand.

Philen slipped and was almost carried off the roof by the falling snow. Hugh Tark reacted very quickly and immediately grabbed Philen's hand.

[Tomato grabbed the eggplant. 】

Flillian turned to Kraft and said, "No need."

"Someone has already praised me."

Kraft laughed, "Is that so."

"You have a great friend, Flillian."

"Treasure him."

【Kraft is so wise. 】

Hearing this.

Flillian lowered her eyes, "No."

"He is..."

【He is no longer here...】

At this time, Flillian was a little depressed, but when she saw the wooden sculpture of the goddess in her hand, she suddenly changed her words: "He is in heaven now."

She looked up at the sky.

【Flillian is referring to Haita here. 】

【Fufu has changed. 】

【No longer sharp-tongued. 】

At this time, a patch of sunlight was scattered in the forest.

Flillian was looking at the sky ahead.

Seeing this, Kraft said, "Then, we will definitely meet in the future."

"Yes." Flillian sighed.

【May you meet your important person again one day. 】