The Descendants of Wudang In Another World

"Ubi Labi, what do you mean." Monica was a little flustered by this sentence: "There is no investigation now, how can you conclude that this attack was done by our people."

Monica's panic was not considered a gaffe. She knew very well that the Elves and the Centaur had lived together in the forest for so many years, and knew each other's details too clearly. Together we will gain, and we will lose if we divide. What's more serious is that if the Centaur race falls into the hostile race of the elves, it will not be as simple as ‘divide and lose’, but will become, ‘divide and hurt both.’

Looking at the slightly panicked and confused expressions of Monica and the elves, a slightly happy expression appeared on Ubirah's face: "Who said there was no investigation, but we didn't tell you. The patriarch leads the tribe to you. When the sanctuary was seeking justice, the prophet used his prophecy to send us to encircle and suppress the group of attackers, hehe. A few days later, I also met several times. I didn't expect it to be really an elves."

"Is it a dark-skinned fairy?" Monica sighed long, her face very ugly. In fact, she didn't want to mention this term at all. This is a taboo among the elves. Except for some important people and core members, few people are aware of the existence of this branch of elves.

The members of the Dawn Flower Team also looked embarrassed and embarrassed. As a special team of the elves, they naturally know the existence of the dark skin elves. Of course, they also know better that if this secret spreads to the world, it will bring them to their own race. What a trouble and embarrassment.

"Unexpectedly, Monica, you also know the Black Leather Fairy." Ubiela's perverse words contained the sarcasm of talk. He stomped his horse's hoof and laughed strangely: "I thought you were not clear about it all the time. , It seems that your status in the elven race is much higher."

How could I not know! Monica felt like. This secretly laughed at herself, mixed with accidental injury and faint resentment: My mother was a dark-skinned elf. From a very young age, I knew that it has nothing to do with status. Not only that, she is still a Captive, but she is my mother!

It was as if a mouth was opened in the bottom of my heart. Monika was suppressed and full of unhappiness, she said lightly: "Ubi Labi, we are friends. We have traveled in the human world together. Even if you haven’t seen it for a long time, you don’t need to talk so coldly. Satire me."

"We were indeed friends once." Ubiran's expression finally eased. Some: "Whether you are a friend or an enemy is like a pupae. It is up to you to decide."

The pupa is a unique creature in the elven forest. It has a larval stage. It lives on a branch and becomes a summer. When it falls on the ground and becomes a butterfly, if you choose to emerge from the cocoon at night, it will be a male and become beautiful. , Moonlight butterfly with white wings, feeds on the dense juice of flower dew for a living. If you choose to be born during the day, you will be a female, becoming a carnivorous greedy butterfly with blood-colored wings, a body width of more than half a meter, and a strong tendency to attack.

The Greedy Butterfly will ruthlessly eat the Moonlight Butterfly after having **** with the Moonlight Butterfly. Therefore, the moonlight butterfly's life span generally does not exceed five days, which is very rare, while the greedy butterfly is often seen.

"What do you mean, we will become blood-greedy butterflies?" Monica smiled slightly: "Don't worry, our elves have our own pride and dignity. We can't do this kind of thing."

"But, what strikes us is the elves who have pride and dignity in your mouth, your good people." Maybe it's because Monica doesn't like Monica's slightly proud tone, Ubiran's gentle look He disappeared again, and his tone became sharp again: "Monica, you and I are indeed friends, but what does this mean? Is it because of the friendship between you and me that our dead people can ignore it? , If this is the case, then the friendship in the mouth of the elves is too noble, or you elves have never regarded our centaur as friends."

His words resonated in the surrounding centaur group. The Centaur, which was originally full of grief and indignation, became more and more agitated, and faintly, it seemed to have the meaning of hands-on fighting.

Monica took a long breath and sighed quietly, "Ubi Labi, you know that our elves have always talked to people like this, and there is no intention to demean you. We can understand what happened to the centaur, since There are common enemies, why can't we cooperate more closely, why should we be hostile to each other now."

I have to say that Monica, with a slightly wronged tone, has a very pitiful taste.

Ubihara knew that his tone was indeed a bit heavier, he hummed twice, and then said the words that made the elves look lost: "It is not the black-skinned elves who attacked us, but the white-skinned ones that look exactly like you. Elf."

"Is the elves like us?" Monica gave a look, and suddenly raised her head in horror: "What, it's not a black-skinned elves, then, how do you know that this fallen branch exists?"

Looking at Monica who was really panicking, Ubiran's expression seemed a little sarcasm. He had known Monica more than two hundred years ago. At that time, Monica had a unique personality. Under the gentle smile on the surface, there was deep arrogance and calmness rooted in the bones of the bone. He thought that it was due to the opponent's character. Now that he has matured a lot, he can naturally tell that it is the arrogance peculiar to the elves, and it is a kind of arrogance that underestimates other races.

This can also explain why the young centaur and the elves can become friends, and as the age grows, the two will gradually separate. The responsibility does not lie with the centaur, it is simply the psychological character of the elves themselves. .

"Don't think you are hiding this thing very well. Both of you are forest races. We knew about the existence of this group of elves. Our prophets saw it hundreds of years ago. Because we are allies, we have been very tight-lipped for you. , But, how do you treat us, betray and slaughter?"

Ubirah’s remarks were like a knife, splitting the self-esteem of the elves present, and exposing them to the scorching sun. A kind of shameful anger breeds in their hearts, like boiling water tumbling non-stop. What's more sad is that this emotion seems to be contained in a sealed pressure cooker, unable to vent, and it is extremely uncomfortable.

Zhang Hao saw the expressions of everyone around him, the revengeful pleasure of the centaur race, and the shame of the elves, standing around him, a little fuzzy. This reminded him of going to a Western drama with a friend of Ma Huajun when he was still in the original world. At that time, he also had this feeling, a false sense of ambiguity, but it felt real and had a specious taste.

What is going on, illusion? Or is it something that interferes with spiritual consciousness? Zhang Hao was calm on the surface, but from the bottom of his heart he was slowly inferring the reason for this situation. He has no distractions, but in the eyes of others, he is extremely calm.

"His Royal Highness Luo Ye doesn't seem to be surprised at all."

"Well, you're calling me?" Zhang Hao pulled out in that peculiar state when he was disturbed like this. He looked at Ubisoft and smiled: "It's not a big deal, why should you be surprised." "

Ubiran looked terrified, frowned and asked, "Even if the incident of the Dark Skin Elf is announced, is it a trivial matter?"

"Your Excellency, is this a threat?" Zhang Hao did not react in Ubi-Rabe, and Zhang Hao continued, "It's just a joke, don't take it seriously. In my opinion, every race has good people and bad people. The difference is that good people make up the majority. The wicked are still in the majority. Most of the elves are kind and friendly, love life, and there are some fallen black elves, which is also excusable. This does not lose the pride and self-esteem of the elves. I think it will cover this matter. Covering up is not a wise behavior. Being able to face up to one's own strengths and weaknesses is the mindset that a wise race should possess."

"His Royal Highness means that this matter can be spread? It doesn't matter if it is spread by our centaur?"

"This is just my personal opinion." Zhang Hao shrugged and said helplessly: "As for whether it will be implemented, it depends on the attitude of the Presbyterian Church and the Queen. Of course, your attitude is more important. After all, you are also one of the insiders. . We can control the people of the tribe, but we cannot control the mouths of our allies. This is also a way for us to show respect."

The members of Monica and Dawn Flower team looked at Zhang Hao in surprise. They were shocked when they heard such remarks for the first time. On the earth, this is a very common peaceful and pragmatic speech, but it is a very fresh and unique perspective in this different world where force is respected and the development of philosophy and culture is slow.

The elves are too pursuing perfection, so that they can hardly tolerate some of their own shortcomings and dark sides, and don't want others to know. Now that they hear such words, Monica and the others vaguely feel that it makes sense.

"You really deserve to be the younger brother of Mother Tree. He has a broad heart. If every elves are like you, our Centaur clan will definitely be your loyal ally forever, but..."

Uberrabi shook his head and sighed silently.

Monica felt a little strange, and asked: "Just what?"

"Nothing!" Ubi Labi glanced at Zhang Hao again. The two elves frustrated his little scheming and frustrated his plan, but he didn't have any resentment. There are always people who do things honestly, their actions are full of the glory of justice, and their conspiracy and tricks are just ridiculous actions in front of them.

Zhang Hao's image instantly became very tall in the heart of Ubi Labi ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ But in fact, Zhang Hao is not that perfect. It is undeniable that he can be regarded as a kind person, but there is a limit to the kindness based on Taoism's "inaction".

When the sun is in the sky, the **** wherever you go is in response to the heart of the people. This is the true meaning of Taoism's inaction, and it is also the ‘goodness’ that Taoism considers. Do what you can do, don't demand too much, and don't get tired. However, Taoism is also contradictory. Their pursuit of longevity is itself an act of retrograde nature.

Therefore, Taoists use the Taiji diagram, which is the opposite of yin and yang, but it also carries yang in the yin and the yin in the yang, full of contradictory and opposite figures to represent itself.

Because of the respect for Zhang Hao, Ubiran’s expression became more peaceful. He nodded to Zhang Hao, and then said to Monica: "Friends, don’t be in a daze. Let’s talk about cooperation. In addition, you also need information, don't you?"

"Uh!"

Ubi-Labi suddenly changed his attitude, which made Monica very uncomfortable. Based on her understanding of him, Ubi-Labi was a very stubborn centaur.

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