It was completely dark.

The holy mountain at night is full of mysterious and unknown deadly dangers, and it is like a devil with teeth and claws living on it.

The elf with long hair on Bingyin and a white and tender face held the bowl, drank the cream mushroom soup in small sips, and two bright red flowers appeared on her cheeks, and a little comfort and satisfaction appeared between her lowered eyebrows and eyes.

Extremely well-behaved and beautiful.

A bright and warm bonfire occasionally explodes a spark, and the air is filled with a sweet and gentle smell, and the atmosphere is excellent for a while.

A woman with a black and white knight costume that shows a bit of beauty that is undistinguishable to male and female, holding a few dry firewood with her fingers, folding it into small pieces a few times, and then throwing it into the bonfire speechlessly-

Crackling.

The flame suddenly rose higher and burned more vigorously.

"Woo--"

"Aowu--"

In the distance, the cry of the wolf came.

A small figure, against the shadowy orange fire, only showed a blurry shadow in the dark forest.

Until you slowly approach.

Fenghua narrowed her beautiful eyes lazily, and her dark red pupils were like gems that were filled with light, revealing a dangerous beauty, as if a faint bloodthirsty flashed inadvertently.

Bethel had a tender and tender face, and the rose-like lips were stained with a tiny hint of light milky white, adding a little soft and cute meaning for no reason.

However, the elves who have always been able to sense the good and evil breath between heaven, earth, man and gods are also aware of the unusual smell in the air at this moment.

The elf obediently put down the bowl and looked over. The vague figure was short, but wide, with a pointed head, and walked over with tiptoes, looking particularly gloomy and weird in the background of the dark mysterious forest.

Bethel frowned his delicate brow, withdrew his gaze, turned to Fenghua, and shouted, "Mr. Frances."

Fenghua had known that Holy Mountain would not have been going well, otherwise the Dragon Slayer Warriors recruited by King Catherland with a huge reward would not have gone without going back.

Her eyes were slightly dark, but she didn't feel much fear. She whispered to the elf: "Watch it and see it first."

"kindness."

——Everything is heard from Lord Frances.

Bethel nodded obediently, and the elves who transformed into real bodies showed their original appearance. A pair of wings behind him unconsciously flashed out a beautiful and holy light of ice silver.

The creamy mushroom soup was still rich and sweet, but as the strange shadow got closer, Bethel was not in the mood to drink it again.

Binglan and dark red eyes stared at the distance without blinking. The dark red eyes were slightly unaware of it, and a trace of strange light flashed through the dark red eyes.

It's close.

It's closer.

The first thing that caught my eye was a big red cloak.

A big red cloak was worn on her body, a red velvet hat was worn on her head, and a delicate basket made of bamboo strips was carried between her small arms, containing cakes and wine.

She walked carefully in the forest, afraid of breaking the wine in the basket, so she looked like she was walking on tiptoe from a distance.

Where is the man-eating monster lurking in the dark forest?

She is clearly a pink and tender little girl.

A dry brown firewood cut off at Fenghua's fingertips with a "crack" sound.

Her Majesty the Queen is noble and cold, with a expressionless face.

Who am I?

Where are I?

What am I doing?

How come there is still a world of ​​—
Chapter completed!