The Descendants of Wudang In Another World

After midnight, the dragon knight celebration spontaneously held by the elves finally ended. Most of the elves have returned to their homes and fell asleep. A few elves yawned and walked to their homes after cleaning up the garbage left over from the celebration. , After a while, the sanctuary was completely silent, only the world's leaves were silently sprinkling silver-white shavings.

The furnishings in the fairy palace are exquisite and majestic. As the queen’s palace, the sculptures, patterns, crafts, and furniture are naturally rare in the world. No matter which one, the human world outside is enough to buy a prosperous one. Big town. However, they are just green leaves used to set off. Here, the real protagonist, the real flower, is Empress Imola.

Even if she loses the pair of colorful butterfly wings that can charm men, she is still one of the most beautiful women of the Elf race.

Sitting at the table next to the bed, she was wearing a milky white pajamas made of silver* silk spit out by a forest moonlight spider. Under the wide clothing, there are subtle undulating curves, which is hard to imagine, under her petite body shape. , Hidden plump **** body unexpectedly.

She stayed up late at night. She was not dealing with internal affairs or checking other country's intelligence. Instead, she painted a human male's head affectionately, with the outline of her face and her eyes faint.

Moira slowly traced the eyes of the male. Suddenly, her hand shook, and the brush picked out a wrong line, as if it had left a scar on the corner of the painted man's eye.

A distressed look flashed in her eyes, followed by a trace of irritation. She gently stroked the wrong line, and asked in a low voice, "Who is it?"

"Moira, it's me."

A female elf in black leather armor slowly walked out of the dark corner of the wall. She was the elf ranger Monica.

Hearing the familiar voice, Moira's expression was relieved a lot. She folded the drawing paper gently, stood up, turned around, looked at Monica quietly for a while, and then smiled slightly: "Since I became the queen, how many years have we not been alone like this?"

It seemed that she was immersed in the past. It took Monica for a while before she sighed. He replied, "It's been over a hundred years."

Moira was pulling two chairs side by side and leaning against each other. She sat one by herself, and then the other one next to her, and said happily: "Since it's here, we will have a good chat, until dawn, halfway through. Don't run away."

Monica chuckled slightly bitterly, her expression moving.

Moira continued to shoot. She patted the chair next to her and urged with a smile, "Hurry up, Monica."

With a long sigh in her heart, Monica sat on the chair a little stiffly, Moira took her by the hand, and before she could say anything, her eyes were slightly red.

It seems to be really hard for her! Thinking of this level, Monica gently hugged Moira, and gently patted Moira's back with her right hand, softly comforting as she did more than a hundred years ago: "Okay, okay, I know Nini But it's hard work. Tomorrow I will make your favorite honey pie for you..."

Porch, halfway through the conversation, she herself laughed: "I have forgotten that you are already an adult elf, and you are no longer the gluttonous Nicole."

Struggling from Monica's arms, Moira wiped her eyes: "It feels so nostalgic. I couldn't sleep when I was a child, and I was scared by ghosts. Monica coaxed me like this."

The two looked at each other for a while and laughed at the same time.

For the life of the wizard, more than a hundred years is not too long. But for Monica and Moira, these hundreds of years are a long, long time. The family relationship between them has been tested by time, but it has not become indifferent because of the passage of time.

The women of the human race gathered together, mostly talking about family trivial matters, clothing, and other scandals. Although the females of the elves are very different in physical and psychological structure from the females of the human race, in any case, they also conceal their common ground as women. The two talked about funny stories from childhood, funny stories about their admirers, and some small funny stories that happened in the clan.

Although on the surface the topics discussed by these two people seem to be more interesting than those of ordinary human women, the actual content is the same when the gauze layer covering the surface is torn apart. Regardless of the small differences caused by factors such as race, region, etc., the personality and hobbies of most human-like intelligent women are similar.

The two talked for a long time. Before they knew it, the sky was already bright. Hearing the birds chirping outside to announce the dawn, Monica was very interested, but had to leave. After all, in her current status, Not suitable for appearing in the palace.

"I'm leaving now." Monica stood up and stroked Moira's hair lightly as she did more than a hundred years ago: "Nicole will work hard for a short period of time, and it will be easier in the future."

As long as a period of time passes and the recent events calm down, Moira can step down. For female elves, the position of queen is a kind of responsibility and a symbol. Most young female elves are very interested in the position of queen, but all queens, after leaving office, will show a relaxed expression of letting go of the burden on their shoulders.

Monica was about to leave the window invisible, but Moira suddenly grabbed her and asked with a smile: "Cousin Monica, you are not just chatting with me, just tell me if you have anything. , See if Nini may not be able to help you."

Nicole is still as empathetic as it was more than a hundred years ago. Monica smiled slightly: "Nothing, just want to come and see you all of a sudden."

"Don't lie to me." Moira stubbornly held Monica and said amusedly: "Although I used to be stupid, the queen of more than a hundred years is not in vain. What's the matter, Moni? Cousin Card, just say it straight."

Monica had that kind of faintly bitter smile again.

"Go ahead, don't be afraid to embarrass me."

Quietly watching her cousin empress for a long time, Monica sighed for a long time, as if to exhale all the depression and troubles in her body: "Dawn Flower Team investigated, you, and Elder Sharon, It seems that there is a very hidden deal with the demons."

Moira stiffened and smiled bitterly, "I didn't expect you to find it so soon."

"The recent incident should have a lot to do with this transaction, right."

Moira shook her head and said: "I am not very clear. My deal with the demons was only to give them two Blazing Ballistas. As for why the Centaur came to attack your team with Blazing Ballistas, I don't understand. reason."

"Could it be that the Centaur race has already invested in the demons on a large scale?"

At the thought of this, Monica showed an anxious look. The forest centaur has been a natural ally of the elves for thousands of years. The two races know each other and are both forest races. Once they turn against each other, they will bring great pain and harm to both parties.

"Probably not." Moira comforted her cousin softly: "Otherwise, the centaur leader would not rush over to ask our elves for justice. This matter should be a deliberate third-party force. Provoking evil spirits in it, judging from the tragedy of the dwarves, there should be the shadow of the demons."

Monica knew that Moira’s ability to judge is much better than her cousin, so she was relieved after hearing this, and then she asked with a weird face: "Nicole, can you...tell me? Me, what exactly are you dealing with the Mozu?"

In front of outsiders, Monica can barely be regarded as an informal beauty, but in front of her relatives, she is just a gentle and considerate girl. On the one hand, it is the sense of responsibility as the leader of the Guardian of the Forest. She must ask for a truth for her dead comrades. On the other hand, the person in front of her is not only the queen, but also the cousin who grew up with her and grew up with her.

She was a little scared. Asking this sentence would cause a certain rift in the relationship between the two of them, but after all, she had asked it out, and it was too late to regret.

"Cousin Monica." Moira took on the slender hand of Monica's clothes and changed it to holding each other's hand. This posture reminded her that when they were young, they went hand in hand to pick fruits in the deep forest together. Mushroom Day: "Don't worry, I just want to know, are you questioning me as an outside member of the Morning Flower Team, or are you asking me as a cousin?"

Monica's voice appeared hoarse and confused: "Is there any difference?"

"Of course it's different. One tells the lie and the other tells the truth. Of course, no matter which one it is, it will not affect the relationship between the two of us."

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The air in the room began to be suspicious, as if time was gradually stopping. Moira looked at the family in front of her with a pair of autumn eyes, her eyes were so clear and sincere that she could see through people's hearts. And Monica, under this gaze, began to dodge her eyes, hesitating, she didn't know how to deal with this situation.

To enemies and outsiders, she can make a calm and reasonable choice, but facing the present, the only cousin who brings her family warmth, Monica's heart is in a mess. For a while, she doesn't know how to speak.

She has traveled in the human world for a long time. Once, she heard a bard sing like this. After more than ten years of war separation, she became a relative of the enemy and us. The feeling when she met: she saw her daughter, tears Like a rushing stream, the heart seemed to be scratched up and down by someone holding a feather of a fire phoenix. It was itchy and painful. The fiery sensation spread all over the limbs. I wanted to talk but couldn’t speak. I wanted to hug her, but my body couldn’t move. Standing there, crying, and then, rejoicing.

In the past, she could not understand why human beings have such complicated feelings and expressions, but at this moment, she can faintly understand a little bit. After a while, she finally started to look at Moira, although there was some hesitation and hesitation in her eyes: "I...I am...cousin."

Moira, who had been waiting quietly, smiled when she heard the words, and suddenly hugged Monica and whispered in her ear: "Cousin, let me be honest with you. I use two crossbows. I exchanged two kinds of dark magic with the Mozu, but you can rest assured that I did not give them the method of making the Firebolt. It is impossible to imitate it with just one or two magic circles."

"Two kinds of dark magic? Which two? What are they used for?"

Loosing Monica, Moira walked to the table, took a folded piece of drawing paper, didn't say anything, and stuffed it directly toward Monica.

With a little bit of doubt, Monica opened the drawing paper and saw the outline of a male human face painted on it. She felt familiar. After thinking about it, she understood it all at once. The two dark magics are probably the legendary magic. The clan-specific soul reunion technique and dark body reappeared magic.

"It turns out that's the case..." He handed the drawing paper back to Moira, and sighed at the same time: "Is it worth the risk of ruining the queen's reputation?"

Moira affixed the drawing paper, put it away, and chuckled: "When I heard you say this, I knew that cousin Monica, you definitely don't have a lover yet, why not find one? Then you will understand. Why did I do this."

Monica knows what Moira means. Their elven women are extremely loyal to love. Once they identify a lover, they will never change it in their lifetime, and elven women who are not in love will naturally not know what it feels like.

"Then I'll go first, you have a good rest, and when you resign, we will travel to the human world together."

Moira smiled and nodded. This was an agreement between the two of them when they were young. Of course, for the present and the future, this sentence has become a luxury.

Monica turned out from the window invisibly, Moira stood in front of the window for a while, and sighed to herself: "Cousin, you still haven't changed at all, you are still so soft-hearted, but Nicole has changed. I’ve learned a lot to lie."

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In the forbidden area, under the light yellow halo, Huaihua, who was in a human form, sat on a temporarily transformed magic bench with a dazed expression. The words of the World Tree last night are particularly true: now you can probably guess that your brother has a lot to do with Chaos God, and I also know that your being expelled from Dragon Island is just a deceitful rhetoric.

You are the younger brother's mount. There are some things you can know, and the island of Rhodes Dragon can also know, but there are many things that must not be revealed from your mouth. You should understand why.

Huaihua took a deep breath. The dragon's greatest wish is to be free. Putting these words on the mainland, many races may be deeply surprised, but the dragons themselves know very well that they have another name: mounts.

And they can only live on Rhodes Dragon Island, on the one hand enjoying the vanity of the strongest race, on the other hand, watching the weaker races on the mainland enjoy squandering huge resources that they envy. All of this is an abominable water **** ban.

As the descendants of the Three Dragon Gods, they are also god-created creatures. Of course, the **** they worship the most is naturally the Three Dragon God, followed by other humanoid gods. Now it belongs to the post-Protoss era, and the humanoid divine residence has been weakened to an incredible level, and the two living main gods are weak. Therefore, the dragon clan vaguely hoped to replace it and become a new protoss. For this, they carefully launched some actions.

However, now the direct descendants of the Chaos God have appeared!

Shouldn't this news be sent back to Longdao? Make Wang and the others alert?

"What are you thinking?" A figure burrowed out of the ground, and the air was a little bit more scent of wood rose: "I haven't slept for a night. As a mount, I am totally unqualified. You must stay energized at all times. Energy to respond to the master’s call."

Mount! Hearing this word, the corner of Huaihua's eyes twitched slightly. She put down the anger in her heart and asked quietly: "Your Majesty World Tree, don't you hate it? After all, the Chaos God is one of the main factors that destroy the high elves. one."

"Well, I know very well." An slightly nodded: "I know more clearly that not only the ten major gods, but the three dragon gods are also involved, do you think I should hate it?"

The corner of Huaihua's eyes throbbed again invisibly, and she said casually: "His Royal Highness, World Tree, you are really clear-cut. That bastard...my master, do you think his strength and originality? How big is the difference between the God of Chaos?"

An Wenyan looked at the silver-haired woman in front of him with a somewhat funny and playful expression.

Huaihua was a little uncomfortable being stared at by her, and said: "His Royal Highness World Tree, you haven't answered my question yet."

"The difference is far, not even a tenth of the original Chaos God's ability, no, it's even much weaker."

An inexplicable light flashed through Huaihua's eyes.

As if not seeing Huaihua’s strange land, An said in a pleasant voice, "I am a tree, I am a wood, I am stupid, and my children are also stupid, and my brains are all wooden knots, and many things. I can’t figure it out, I can’t think of it. However, wood has the advantages of wood. Our intuition is very good. We are very stubborn. Once we recognize one thing, we rarely look back..."

Huaihua didn't understand why An Hui suddenly said such an inexplicable sentence, but An's next words changed her expression greatly:

"I don't care what Chaos God has done before, but now, Ali is my younger brother. He is my closest person, no matter what his original status and strength, I am a sister, even if he is broken and bones, I will protect him. Although it was only a day of communication, I could feel it, your dragons have changed a lot, and it seems that you are planning something, I don’t know, and I can’t guess. But if you dare to hurt Ali, fight for the danger of your children disappearing again. , I will definitely let the Dragon Race disappear from the mainland."

Huaihua's face was green and white: "Hey, the strength of the Elves is not as good as our Dragons. Who killed the clan? It's not certain."

"My children are indeed inferior to you in terms of individual strength." When Ann spoke, her voice was always soft and gentle: "But I clearly remember that the first Dragon King must be polite in front of me."

Huaihua was shocked, and his back was sweaty with cold sweat. Ann's image is gentle and beautiful, and her temperament tends to be weak. Bewildered by her appearance, Huaihua gradually forgot the fact that An itself is also a powerful life body. Although his strength is as strong as before because of his initial recovery, once he is healed, his magical power is completely restored, then his strength is only Second to the real god.

By then, who can compare with the creatures on the mainland! The new Dragon King must be respectful in front of her, not to mention the Dragon King whose strength has begun to decline due to impure blood.

Huaihua was angry, and then lowered her head and was speechless. His words of annoyance turned into a low sigh when he reached his lips: "His Royal Highness World Tree, rest assured, our Dragon Clan has no plans, and I don't have the habit of talking too much."

Many things don't need to be known too clearly. With Huaihua's assurance, An smiled with satisfaction.

Next, I was waiting for Zhang Hao to come out of the Star Falling Court, because I have seen Zhang Hao meditate for a month, so I thought that Zhang Hao would also stay in the Star Falling Court for more than ten days, or a month. , Unexpectedly, at noon that day, Zhang Hao came out of the Star Falling Court energetically.

"Ali, are you hungry?" An thoughtfully handed over two delicious fruits: "What good magic or fighting skills did you understand this time?"

"Well, that's right, I learned a skill to simulate magic." Zhang Hao snapped his fingers while eating the fruit in his hand. In a moment, he became Luo Yan's appearance.

Zhang Hao now finally knows why he was called a devourer before. Magic and spiritual energy are actually the same substance, but the sequence is different, like black charcoal and diamond. Tai Chi Zhen Qi can change the sequence of magic and turn it into aura. In the past, his strength was low and he could not feel aura. People in other worlds did not have the ability to feel aura, so they all mistakenly thought that he had swallowed magic. Unexpectedly, magic had become a completely different kind of energy at that moment.

After the pill formation, Tai Chi Zhen Qi became Taoist spiritual power. Although he lost the ability to turn magic into spiritual power, Zhang Hao unexpectedly discovered that spiritual power can become magic as long as it changes its operation mode. This is actually a lot of thanks to Ann, because she applied magic in the form of an elven on Zhang Hao, so that his body could feel the flow and operation of the magic, and then he found something.

Ann is not surprised at all. Chaos God is an all-knowing and omnipotent God. Of course, using magic is just a trivial matter. Even if Ali doesn't know it now, he can learn it later. It's just a matter of time. She is more concerned about Zhang Hao's food, clothing, housing and transportation issues. For her, this is the top priority, and it is roughly more important than what kind of enemies the elves have.

Huaihua was a little surprised. Hearing what Zhang Hao said, it seemed that he was using magic for the first time. However, she also had to admire in her heart: As expected of a person with the blood of the main god, the first time she used magic, it turned out to be a complex magic kingdom technique such as a simulation form.

Ann, who had been smiling with her sister's gentle smile, frowned suddenly, and then revealed a slight unpleasant color.

"What's the matter?" Zhang Hao sensitively noticed the change in An's expression~www.wuxiaspot.com~ nothing. "

"If you need help, you must say it." Zhang Hao was taken aback for a moment, and a sincere smile appeared on his calm face: "Otherwise, my sister would be really screaming in vain."

Zhang Hao could feel that Ann was sincere and true to him. ‘Treat me privately, I will return it a hundred times’, this is one of the family mottoes of the Zhang family. Many people think that monasticism emphasizes unfeeling and unrighteousness, but that is actually wrong. Unfeeling, but constant righteousness, is the practice of Zen Buddhism. The inaction pursued by Taoism is the tranquility of the soul, not the severance of sentimental thoughts. Gods also have feelings, otherwise, there would be no Nuwa to punish King Zhou, and there would be no war of conferring gods.

An Xiaoyan was in full bloom, and Zhang Hao's words made her very happy: "In fact, there is nothing, just now a few elders contacted me with spiritual messages, I hope I can let you cooperate with them to investigate the centaur slaughter."

"No problem, I'll go in a while."

Without even thinking about it, Zhang Hao directly agreed.

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