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

Fulilian and the other two could already vaguely see the city ahead, a huge city surrounded by city walls, right in front of them.

In the subtitles on the screen.

——29 years after the death of the brave Xinmeier, the northern countries, the Apetite region.

Background music, familiar strings and flutes.

Fulilian and the other two walked along the river towards the city, ready to rest here.

"After putting your luggage in the hotel, you can move freely before the evening." Fulilian said to the two people behind her.

"I haven't been to the city for a long time, and I can finally relax." Xu Tark's tone was pleasant and relaxed.

"Ms. Fulilian, what are your plans?" Philen asked, "Do you want to go shopping together?"

Philen and Fulilian were already in the hotel.

Philen sat in front of the dressing table in the room and turned to look at Fulilian.

Fulilian took off her coat, lay on the bed hugging a pillow, and read the magic book in her hand.

"Forget it, I'm going to read the magic book slowly in the hotel." Fulilian is obviously not a person who likes to go out shopping.

"Is that so? Then I'll go alone..." Philen combed her hair with a comb.

"Oh, right." Fulilian remembered, "Today is Hugh Tark's eighteenth birthday."

[Yeah? Hugh Tark is only eighteen years old? ]

Philen heard this and immediately understood.

Fulilian has been celebrating her birthday. Philen said in a somewhat unhappy tone, "Why didn't you tell me about this in advance?"

"I haven't prepared anything."

Fulilian kicked back and forth on the bed with her bare feet, "Isn't it enough to buy something in this city?"

Philen thought for a while and said distressedly, "I don't know what Mr. Hugh Tark wants."

'Hmm--' Fulilian shook her feet and lay on the bed with an experienced look: "Philen, you are not fully prepared."

"It's all because of you." Philen retorted seriously.

Philen sighed.

"By the way, what are you going to give him?"

Hearing Philen ask her, Fulilian turned her head and turned sideways, with a mysterious smile on her face.

She closed the magic book, turned over with her feet and stood on the bed, jumped off the bed quickly, and ran to her suitcase.

She opened the box very quickly, turned her head to look at Philen behind her, pointed at the things in the box, and smiled mysteriously, "Treasured treasures."

Philen looked at Fulilian with a confused face, and turned out everything in the box, like rummaging through boxes and cabinets, there was everything.

She turned it over with a clanging sound.

[This mess of a box made me laugh to death. ]

[I always thought that she had a magic book in this box. ]

Finally.

She took out a bottle of purple potion, like offering a treasure, Fulilian smiled evilly: "Potion that only dissolves clothes."

Philen widened his eyes.

I can't believe that Ms. Flyllian is going to give this kind of thing to Hugh Tark?

Flyllian happily shook the potion in her hand, ""So-called men will be excited if you give them this kind of thing." The teacher said so. "

'Hmm--' Flyllian smiled evilly, and her smile was abnormal.

[What did Teacher Flyllian teach?!]

[Flyllian: "In the end, all I teach you is fighting."]

With a "roll" sound, Philen got up from the stool and walked to Flyllian.

Took the bottle of potion and pulled out the stopper from the bottle with a "pop".

Flyllian saw this, "Why, Philen, are you interested too? "

Before Fulilian could react, Philen poured the potion directly on Fulilian's head with cold eyes, and it flowed down Fulilian's hair.

"Ah——" Fulilian was dazed by the liquid and covered her head with her hands.

Suddenly.

Fulilian was emitting smoke.

"Ah, ah——"

"This bottle of obscene potion." Philen's tone was very unhappy, and his eyes were very fierce, "When you bought it, I told you to return it, right?"

Fulilian struggled for a while and felt that the close-fitting nightgown on her body had disappeared.

Philen closed his eyes and said ruthlessly, "Ms. Fulilian, I don't care about you anymore. "

The door was closed with a bang.

Leaving Fulilian, shirtless and covered in smoke.

[Great, that's the expression.]

[As expected of Feilun, he easily did what we couldn't do.]

[Oh, that's right, this thing is really useful for treating burns!]

Fulilian held the empty bottle with a lost look in her eyes, "This bottle of potion is very precious."

She couldn't understand why Feilun was so angry.

Fulilian walked forward and put on a bath towel.

"What gift should I give?"

She looked at the messy boxes on the ground, and suddenly saw a very important thing inside.

ARing.

She picked up the silver ring that looked like a petal and fell into deep thought.

She put the ring back into the box and suddenly saw a letter with handwriting in the box.

Philen stood at the door, silent.

"I can only test her in person." She felt that it would be terrible to ask Ms. Flillian about this matter.

It would be better to test her directly.

"Although I can't hide it."

'Knock, knock, knock--' There was a knock on the door.

"Mr. Hugh Tark."

No response.

Philen opened the door and found that there was no one in the hotel room.

"Did he go out?"

On the street.

"A warrior carrying an axe?"

Philen met a woman in green clothes who was selling vegetables on the street and asked her if she had seen Hugh Tark.

"He helped me push the truck." The woman in green clothes smiled, "I remember he went to the square."

Philen walked towards the square.

"He was playing with us just now." Three young boys in their teens said to Philen.

Philen walked in another direction.

Under a tree in the square, a girl held a cat in her arms and said to Philen:

"The cat couldn't get down from the tree, and he helped save it."

Philen continued to walk forward.

In front of a pasture full of cows, an old man wearing a straw hat, an apron and glasses said to Philen:

"He helped me subdue the mad cow."

[Enthusiastic citizen. ]

[He did a lot of good things. ]

[Endless energy. ]

Philen blinked his eyes. On the way to find Hugh Tark, the villagers were full of praise for him.

"He helped so many people."

Philen walked on the street, "Ms. Fulilian's idea is too rude."

"Mr. Hugh Tark, it's impossible for him to be happy about receiving such a dirty potion..."

[Hurgh: Actually, I really want to see it. 】

When turning the corner.

Philen saw Hugh Tark sitting on a bench on the street looking at the distant mountains.

The background music became relaxing.

The wind blew through Philen's hair, bringing up a few strands of hair.

His mood drifted towards Hugh Tark with the breeze.

Philen smiled and walked towards Hugh Tark, "Mr. Hugh Tark..."

"Ah..." Hugh Tark's exclamation came, "That cloud is like a woman's body."

[It seems that the gift is really suitable for him...]

Philen's eyes widened when he heard this.

"What a pervert."

"Ah... Is this true? That cloud looks like a pile of shit." Hugh Tark said in surprise.

Philen left quickly, very quickly.

He hid in the corner of the wall just now.

He even wanted to pretend that he had never seen him.

[Fei Lun: I don't know him. 】

【Fei Lun: Who is this guy? Hahaha. 】

【What's going on, Hugh Tark, I'm starting to get annoyed with you two, you're not strong enough! 】