Don Quixote is a guy who doesn't easily express his emotions, whether on earth or in the world of Feren. In his hometown dialect, he is a dull gourd, especially when he comes to the world of Feren and becomes
After gaining the ability, his emotions became even more restrained, and he always looked like he was smiling. But at this moment, he had experienced one of the many emotions of human beings for the first time, that is guilt
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Don Quixote knew very well that the death of the sisters was inseparable from her. Liya could barely use it as a life to excuse her. However, this girl was unable to think about it for a moment and died in depression. However, Pan Deli's death was completely
It's just because of myself, without a single excuse.
At this time, he even hated himself a little. If he could hold on for a while and force her to take her by his side, maybe this hateful woman wouldn't have to die. As for why he was sure that Pan Deli was dead, the reason was very simple.
The information provided by Lent has roughly understood the plan of "Lantes", which is to seize Pandri's body, and to imitate the woman for five years or even longer, and to the extent he is satisfied with,
Then approach yourself. After all, if you want to defeat someone, stay by his side and thoroughly study him is the best choice. With the ability of Buddha and Lanters's care, from any perspective, Arthur Pandli
Nothing can survive.
So for Don Quixote, he thought it was just a long time parting, but he didn't expect it to be a perfect farewell. As for the soul, he is also a master of soul-playing. Whether it is Buddha or Lantes.
Will not give Arthur Pandri's soul a chance to escape.
Inexplicably, Don Quixote had the urge to sing, because he clearly remembered that when he first met the hateful woman, he was sitting next to a huge fountain, wearing very simple clothes.
On the side of him, he still remembered that he once pretended to hold her hand seriously and told the people around him that this was his wife...
Thinking of this, Don Quixote, who smiled bitterly, took out the bard's instrument from the space ring, the guitar of the smallest number one, and of course, it also has the name of the Faren World, Ukulele,
Under Don Quixote's playing, a musical song that obviously does not belong to Britain, or even does not belong to any known country, sounded in this jungle.
Perhaps it was because of Don Quixote's mood that he forced him to play a hint of sadness with this cheerful ukulele, but this time. He did not play the song "A Chinese Ghost Story", but in his previous life.
Another song he likes very much. "The Price of Love".
Don Quixote's voice is not as magnetic as the creator of this song, Leehom Lee. Even the lyrics of this song cannot fully express what Don Quixote thinks in his heart in many places. To be precise, some
It doesn't fit Don Quixote's mood, and the song used in British language does not rhyme as the original singer, which sounds a bit weird, but it doesn't matter. This time, this place,
Quixote suddenly wanted to hum this song quietly alone...
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"Who!" The singing came to an abrupt end. Don Quixote suddenly raised his head and glanced across the jungle around him. Just now, he felt a little confused soul fluctuation. It was obvious that there was a person hidden nearby, although
At this moment, he did not open the Mirror of the Sky, but as a soul mage, he was still very sensitive to such fluctuations. It was impossible for him to have an error in perception. This made him feel a little alert, and he could get so close to him.
After a long time, he was not discovered by himself, and it was obvious that he should be a very powerful person. He had even begun to construct spells as he stood up slowly. Obviously, in the face of unknown dangers, Don Quixote would never be entrusted.
After a few breaths, the man seemed to confirm that he had been exposed, so he gave up hiding. Under Don Quixote's gaze, a thick conifer near the tent flashed with a faint green light.
A man wearing a cloak came out from it, but the smell floating from his body, from the air, and the faint curves displayed through the cloak can still be determined to be a woman.
"Are you?" Don Quixote narrowed his eyes slightly, and the spells on his hand were ready to go. At this moment, there was no trace of sadness on his face, and the only thing left was what people were thinking that couldn't see.
The indifference.
The woman with the cloak seemed to be unhonest. Even though Don Quixote was holding a powerful spell in her hand at this moment, she also walked to Don Quixote, then took off her hat,
The golden hair scattered as the hat was lifted away, and at the same time, there was a perfect face in front of Don Quixote, but he didn't have the mood to appreciate this art, his long ears
, as well as the shape of the pupils, and even the breath emitted by itself, they all told Don Quixote that this was a pure-blooded elf, and that Chara and the East China Sea also floated over to the East China Sea. This is at the level of the God of Dharma.
The strong.
"First meeting, Lord Don Quixote," the pure-blooded elf nodded slightly at Don Quixote, "I am Yulia, the queen of the Elf Empire Light Elf Forest."
"The Forest of Light Elf," Don Quixote naturally heard of these things from Arthur Pandri, so he dispersed the spell in his hand. "I don't know the Queen..." Don Quixote originally wanted to say
I peeked at what I did, but when I thought it was a bit rude to say this, I changed my words, "Is there anything wrong with me?"
The woman with a smile on her face seemed to always be sitting on the wooden pier beside Don Quixote, looking up at Don Quixote, "I want to see you, one of my two children at the same time.
To be honest, I'm very curious about what the man I fall in love with."
"Then do you have any thoughts?" Don Quixote seemed to raise his hands naughtyly to relieve his anger, as if he was looking at you.
"Haha," Yulia chuckled a few times, then looked at Don Quixote. "It looks pretty good, and has a sloppy strength. Singing... Although the style of the song is a bit weird, it is really nice, and there is also.
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"Also," Yulia's voice fell as she said, "You have a very similar personality to that child. You keep everything in your heart. If you don't tell others, you will be released only when you are alone.
My own emotions. No wonder that the child's tough personality will like you."
Some people have shallow eye sockets and cannot hold tears, so Yulia, who is obviously the first time to meet and even both sides are not very familiar with each other, shed tears again, but compared to Arrelia's at a loss,
Don Quixote did not make much fuss about this. The strong people in this world have never cultivated their minds, so even if they are capable, they are often the same as ordinary people. Sensibility is greater than reason, and these two are like her daughter.
The children died together. As a "mother", shed a few tears, and no one could say no.
After taking the tissue handed over by Don Quixote, Yulia wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, "What is this? It smells very fragrant."
"I used alchemy to make it a tissue that is specially used to wipe sweat and hands. Of course, it can also be used when using the toilet."
"Haha," Yulia was still easily amused by Don Quixote's little joke. "Although Pandli looks very much like you in many places, she lacks a sense of humor. She is a person in her thirties.
I haven't married myself."
As she said that, she looked at Don Quixote again, as if she had seen Arthur Pandri's shadow on him, and even subconsciously reached out and pinched Don Quixote's cheek. Of course, this was not to take advantage of it.
Or maybe you have any thoughts about this man, it's like a mother who sees someone who is very similar to her dead child. She can't help but want to get close to that child and find something from him.
Something to comfort yourself.
"Sadness does not need to be written on the face, tears does not need to flow from the eyes," Don Quixote smiled slightly, wrapped the trembling hand with his two hands, and put it respectfully
On her forehead, this is a kind of etiquette that the younger generation expressed respect to the elders in the British Empire, "Aunt Yulia, that's what she calls you, please rest assured that I will definitely avenge her revenge!
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"Gu~" Maybe it was a long journey, and Yulia could be said to have not entered the water along the way, so she screamed a few times without any effort, but she also dispelled the somewhat depressing anger between the two people.
Erjing, Yulia, with some blushing face, squatted on the wooden pier, watching Don Quixote cook lunch in the pot left by Arrelia. Although the ingredients are very common, in this man
In his hands, these ingredients seemed to have magic power, emitting a real fragrance, making this pure-blooded elf who had been eating very light food from the elves for the rest of his life swallow his saliva from time to time. Obviously, human beings are good, elves
Well, no matter how sad you are, you still have to eat when you are hungry.
"Have you contacted her in the past five years?" Yulia asked while eating it, holding a bowl of potatoes stewed with salamander meat.
"No," Don Quixote gently stirred the food in the pot with a spoon, "The last time I saw her was probably before Leah left Britain, because of some things, I would stay in German for a long time, and I would like to go with her.
She said that if she wanted, she could follow me and let Britain join the United Nations system of Charia so that she would not have to bother with this country anymore, so if His Excellency Crent had nothing to miss
In other words, I think Pan Deli should have invaded her soul by that person after that. If that were before, she would have taken that opportunity to go with me."
"This miserable child," Yulia sighed for a long time, "but it's a blessing that she can meet you. I used to think that she can only live alone in her life. By the way, why are you?
Do you know she calls me Aunt Yulia?"
"Uh..." Don Quixote shrugged. Obviously, this was what he discovered after reading Yulia's brain waves, but for a stranger, he could not say that, "Pandre told me that
, She said you are like her mother, and she always wanted to call you mother, but, "Don Quixote, who is not very lying, stretched out his hand and drew it," she said she was a half-elf, if so
, it will make you very embarrassed, and even the elders of the Elf Empire will not agree."
Obviously, the words Don Quixote made for Pandri made Yulia cry again, which made him want to slap his mouth. It was nothing to say such sensational words, and it was another comfort, which made Yulia
Leya burst into tears and laughed.
"You go back first, too. After you come out for a long time, it will inevitably arouse others' suspicion. I think if there is no accident, we will soon be able to meet at Riya's funeral."
"Okay, Aunt Yulia," Don Quixote stood up, and also took Yulia's hand and helped her up, "Then I'll say goodbye first."
"Um."
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"I've seen the great god of death, Osilis."
After leaving Yulia, he calmed down his emotions. Don Quixote went to the underworld together. Although he was already familiar with the journey, Osilis was either dazed on his throne or curled up.
She lies in the top bedroom and sleeps, but for some reason, every time she goes over, she will retract her feet back into the quilt, which makes Don Quixote feel a little regretful.
"Hmm..." Osilis, whose whole body was huddled in the quilt, turned his head, "I'm late."
"Something happened," Don Quixote half-kneeled in front of Osilis. Although he was a person who didn't like to share his emotions with others, he couldn't see anything from his facial expressions.
OK, but Osilis is also a true god after all, and Don Quixote has a very special relationship. God and the elect, of course, the most important thing is that occasionally she seems to be able to sense the depths of her elect, although
She didn't know how this happened, but some naturally stupid Osilis attributed it to the reason why she was an invincible true god.
Of course, this time, Osilis also noticed that her voters were in a very bad mood, so she stretched out her arm from the quilt and rubbed Don Quixote's head, which was smooth like an artwork.
Obviously, Osilis didn't seem to be wearing her black dress at this time. If it were normal, Don Quixote might have glanced at him greedily, but at this moment he didn't seem to be in this mood, just open-minded.
After his own thinking, he shared some memories with Osilith.
It seemed a little cold, or was not used to seeing outsiders with so many bodies exposed, so soon Osilis took back his arm, and a huge and powerful book appeared in Osilis.
In front of him, Shu Wufeng automatically turned a few pages, Osilis shook his head, "There is no name on the letter to the underworld. My clone should not have brought her to the underworld."
"Is this true?" Don Quixote narrowed his eyes slightly. Crent's dignified domain mage could not find Lia's soul. Then it is very likely that Arthur Pandri will take Lia away by then, her
The soul has not left the body yet. At this moment, her soul is probably in the hands of Arthur Pandeli... (To be continued...)
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