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

The camera follows Fulilian's perspective as she embarks on a journey alone.

The string accompaniment sounds, full of the breath of time.

As the screen keeps turning.

The stars, the sun and the moon rotate, and the seasons change.

The screen keeps changing, and Fulilian has walked through many places.

Night.

Beside the bonfire in the forest, the wood burns and sparks pop out, and Fulilian spends the night holding the magic book she collected.

Go to the ancient magic shop and bargain with the priest with the magic book.

Snow mountain.

Fulilian goes against the wind and snow.

Summer.

Sit on the dry well and look at the clouds in the sky.

In spring, at the invitation of the villagers, cast the magic of flower birth.

Rowing through the cave on the cliff to collect magic stones.

Help the hare cast the magic of fruit birth, but the radish grows too big, and the rabbit can't pull it out, and Fulilian can't pull it out even if she tries hard.

On a snowy winter day, fishing while holding a magic book to study.

Performing the newly learned magic in the town at night.

Being eaten by a treasure chest monster again.

The screen kept flashing.

[Hiss, is time passing a little too fast? ]

[Will Fulilian think of her former teammates while traveling alone? ]

[Dandy elf, have you forgotten something? ]

In the screen.

When Fulilian was soaking in the stream and thinking about a kind of magic, she thought that she seemed to need a material.

"The horn of the dark dragon?" The man's puzzled voice sounded in the magic shop.

Fulilian went to the magic shop that she often went to these years and asked.

The manager of the magic shop was old and shook his head and said, "We don't sell this in our store."

"Don't talk about the horn. I haven't seen a dark dragon for 20 or 30 years."

Hearing the explanation of the pastor manager.

"Oh, so that's it. It's troublesome." Fulilian turned around.

"It's used when summoning magic." She could only look for other materials needed in the store.

She thought.

"I seem to have picked it up in the Demon King's Castle..." Where was the horn of the dark dragon?

Fulilian remembered, "I should have asked Xin Meier to keep it for me."

At that time.

Xin Meier looked at the horn of the dark dragon in his hand with a worried look and said, "It seems to be emitting evil breath all the time. Will it be harmful to the human body?"

Fulilian didn't know.

"It's almost the half-century meteor, so I'll take it by the way."

Scene switch.

Fulilian arrived at the royal city.

The scene of the streets in the royal city seemed to be different from the last time she came.

"The streets have changed a lot."

As soon as these words came out.

The audience couldn't help it.

——"Ah? Half a century has passed? Fifty years? Just passed like that?"

——"No, it's really fifty years later? Huh?"

——"This transition technique seems to be that for the elves, fifty years is just fifty seconds for her?"

——"Woo, I finally remembered our hero Xin Meier."

——"Is it because Fulilian's setting here is similar to the original elves, similar to demigods, so she has an infinite lifespan, so her emotions are also dull?"

In the picture.

Fulilian carried a suitcase and looked around the street.

She seemed to not recognize the original appearance of the street.

"I remember it's around here..." Fulilian was still looking around when she heard a gentle voice behind her.

"Flilian?"

With a bit of oldness and lowness, the voice sounded very familiar.

"Xin Meier."

Flilian turned her head.

On one side of the street, an old and hunched figure walked out.

Xin Meier's original blue hair has now fallen out completely.

Replaced with a clean bald head.

White eyebrows and a long white beard, he is old, and has become a wise and gentle old man.

But the old man's eyes can still be recognized, the clear eyes of the blue eyes are as clear as before.

Flilian was shocked and stared at Xin Meier, "You have become an antique."

"Even at my age, I am still very handsome, right?" Xin Meier's gentle tone made people feel sour.

After looking at Fulilian for a moment, Xin Meier said:

"Fifty years have passed, and your face is still the same."

Xin Meier looked at Fulilian with a deep look that ordinary people could not understand, and said to Fulilian, "I thought I would never see you again in this life."

The barrage in the live broadcast room was also shocked.

【Oh my God! The brave Xin Meier is so old! 】

【No, what about the Western fantasy love story? My male protagonist is so old? Is it really a love story for the elderly? 】

【Even though the years have left their mark on Xin Meier, his eyes are still clear and gentle. 】

【Woo woo, 'I stillI will never see you again in this life', which moved me so much. 】

The scene changed.

"Half-century meteor... I miss it so much." Fulilian and Xin Meier sat in the house, warming themselves by the fireplace.

"And the one I picked up in the Demon King's Castle..."

Flilian just asked.

Xin Meier knew what she was talking about when she heard Fulilian speak, "The horn of the dark dragon, right? I have never forgotten it for a moment."

The camera swept through Xin Meier's house.

See the picture.

There were perceptive girls in the audience who covered their mouths.

—— "Xin Meier seems to have never married until he was old. Judging from the layout of the room, he has always been single..."

—— "Never forgotten for a moment, what Xin Meier wants to say is that he has never forgotten Fulilian for a moment."

—— "The house of the brave Xin Meier is so empty, and there are only the shawl and sword from that time in the closet. Doesn't he have any offspring?"

The scene changed.

"It's in my cabinet, releasing evil breath all the time." Xin Meier took Fu Lilian and looked at the cabinet emitting black breath.

"I'm so sorry." Fu Lilian also felt that it was not good to put it in the cabinet, "You can just throw it into the warehouse."

Xin Meier said, "That won't work."

He took the horn of the dark dragon out of the cabinet and handed it to Fu Lilian.

"When you asked me to keep it, you may not have thought too much." Xin Meier looked at Fu Lilian and said, "But for me, this is a precious partner and an important item for me to keep."

Xin Meier thought at the beginning, "One day I have to return it to you like now."

Flilian's eyes moved.

Seemed a little shocked.

Holding the horn of the dark dragon, Fu Lilian came to the street.

She summoned a blue magic bird. This thing was too big, and Fu Lilian had no way to put it in the suitcase and take it away.

"But this thing is not that important."

Flilian sighed in confusion.

[Xin Meier is so gentle, woo woo woo, a brick has hit my eye.]

[Flillian, the horn of the dark dragon may not be that important to you, but to Xin Meier, it is not just something he picked up at random.]

[Important people, things that I was asked to keep, woo woo, things are not important, people are important, I really...]

[Slow elf! Sooner or later you will notice it! Then you will cry to death! Woo woo o(╥﹏╥)o]