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Weston stared at Riveria strangely, always feeling that the other party was holding a Bible in his hand at the moment, with a cross hanging on his neckline, and wearing a black missionary robe.

How is this different from a missionary?And he's not an elf yet.

"It's no use to me." Weston shook his head, and pushed the thing back.

The value of this book is estimated to be only available to the elf royal family.

"You can see your paranoid character very clearly." Riveria snorted sharply, paused, and continued: "No matter what, it is still helpful for you to lose control. Most of these words can also It plays the role of meditation, if you don’t understand, you can ask me.”

Weston continued to shake his head: "I don't have time recently."

The successive refusals made Riveria frown.

Her good intentions are due to her responsibility, but to be honest, this responsibility does not require her to go all out. If she hadn't had an intersection with herself, she would not have found it.

This guy's attitude of self-rejection really made her feel a little bit like iron.

Can this guy really give up everything except magic?

In other words, he himself has nothing but magic.

"Lonely", "Living in my own world", "Knowing mistakes but still doing wrong things!"

But in her opinion, coupled with his arrogant and paranoid attitude to cover up, this guy... is extremely inferior!

So much so that the talent shown in magic, so he clings to what he has, and even reaches the point of desperate madness.

But with such a person with self-destructive tendencies, getting along with him for more than a year...letting go of it is difficult.

"Maybe this method won't work, so tell me!"

Weston was puzzled by the elf's reaction: "You don't really intend to have a heart-to-heart talk, do you?"

"What's wrong?"

No way in every sense.

Embarrassing chat, this is how many years have not met.

I'm used to superficial conversations, and hearing this kind of words again, I really feel like I'm about to commit embarrassment.

This kind of experience is only experienced among young friends. Sometimes it feels hypocritical, but afterwards it is worth recalling.

But ah...he has already passed the age where he can completely open his heart to others.

Replying to Riveria's words, Weston spoke very casually, in short, he could say whatever movie clips popped up in his mind, as long as he was done with the matter.

"Actually, it doesn't matter. I just think that life cannot fully understand another life, and it's useless to say it."

"Isn't this normal? Because every life is special." Riveria snorted disdainfully.

But it feels good so far, at least the other party is starting to open up.

"The cover of your elf hymn also says that at the beginning of birth, every life is lonely..."

"This statement is really one-sided."

"But no matter what kind of relationship is used to maintain it, the fact that it is a pure individual cannot be denied."

"So what, all races depend on each other to survive." Riveria retorted.

"Isn't it? Even friends who walk side by side will leave with time. Marriage has changed from embracing each other at the beginning to being tired of each other and becoming a shackle. Born alone, and die alone."

"This is the law of nature, we are not gods! Or even gods can't avoid it. You already know the power of time very well."

"If that's the case, you'll lose it anyway... Wouldn't it be better if you didn't have it in the first place?"

"You nonsense..." Riveria followed his words, and was speechless when she heard these words.

If Riveria knew about the term "Second Secondary Disease", she would definitely put the words "Second Secondary Cancer Patients with Advanced Cancer" in her impression of Weston.

But a problem came quietly...

What kind of experience created him with such extreme thinking?

"You don't really believe these words, do you?" Weston said strangely, staring at the serious female elf.

"!?"

Five chapters on Sunday, okay.I was supposed to get up early and play for a day.

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Weston could not help laughing.

"These words are just what the villains in some stories in my mind often say."

"So what?" Riveria didn't care, with a calm face.

Annoyed at being teased, or contemptuous of such frivolity?

Not at all.

She wouldn't trust Weston's words, but equally, she wouldn't treat all the previous words as if they didn't appear because of the reversal of his last words.

False and real, he can clearly express it, at least he has considered these issues.

But now the problem is not this.