Elves: starting from the different color Lalulas

Seeing this, Feng had no choice but to climb onto the small bench again, poked his head out from behind the counter, and said in a childish tone: "Welcome to Qishiwu, what kind of steamed buns do you want..."

After speaking, Feng paused, and looked the girl up and down.

"Why, what's the matter?" The girl with waist-length black hair was scrutinized by Feng so much, she couldn't help but blushed slightly, and lowered her eyes to look at herself.

Well, although there is no ups and downs in the chest, but wearing a clean Galactic uniform and having a slender figure... there is nothing embarrassing about it.

"Are you a member of the Galaxy team?" Fenghu asked, although she had never seen the Galaxy team, but Xiaozhao's uniform was too conspicuous.

"Yes..." Maybe it was because of the riot in the Galaxy team two days ago, so Xiaozhao's tone was a bit low, but thinking of the little marsupial, she couldn't help but feel happy, even though during that riot, Xiaozhao didn't know that she What she did was justified, but helping the little marsupial find her trainer must be right.

She raised her chin slightly, and said: "My name is Xiaozhao, and I am currently a member of Team Galaxy's investigation team... Something happened to Team Galaxy recently, and the manpower is very short, so I was sent to set up a camp on the Ultramarine Coast..."

As he said that, Xiao Zhao took a look at Feng and asked, "So what do you need from Team Galaxy? Do you need help?"

"Have you been to many places to carry out missions?"

"Well... not much, but I'm very reliable. If you need help, just ask." Xiaozhao patted her small chest and said loudly.

"Then do you know Xu Qiansu?"

"Xu Qiansu?" Xiaozhao was slightly taken aback, looked Feng up and down, then nodded, "I know."

She thought to herself, not only did I know him, but I also knew that he came from 1000 years later like me.

Feng's eyes lit up, and he jumped off the small bench again, took the plate, put seven or eight steamed buns on it, stuffed it into Xiaozhao's hands, then raised his small face, and blinked his big black and bright eyes Looking at Xiaozhao without blinking, "Can you tell us about him? We are his good friends, but after he left Qunqing Town, there is no news at all."

Being looked at and begged by an eight-year-old girl like Feng is enough to make anyone let go of their guard and feel pity...Xiao Zhao is no exception.

She laughed and was not polite, took a bite of a steamed bun, and muttered, "I don't know him well, but he has a Pokémon, a little marsupial, which I take care of."

"Hmm."

"He reunited with the little marsupial only with the help of this girl~"

"Yeah, thank you!"

"But he was going to Zhuqing Village to become a great hero...but he left without even showing his face."

"Hmm... where did you go?"

"..." Xiaozhao put down the steamed bun, pursed her lips and remained silent for a while, she was optimistic and cheerful, but it didn't mean she was stupid... Feng's reaction already explained a lot of things.

Instead of letting her have unnecessary expectations, it is better to tell her directly...

Xiao Zhao looked down at Feng, and said in a low voice, "I don't know, but his destination is to return to his home after 1000 years... Now that these days have passed, his wish must have come true."

Feng Xiji's expression slowly calmed down, he pursed his lips, and after a while, he did not give up and asked, "You don't know either... It means that he may not have left, right?"

"Yes." Xiaozhao nodded lightly. She really didn't know Xu Qiansu's current situation, but the riot of the Galaxy team that killed and injured hundreds of people left a deep impression on Xiaozhao. All of that may be what Xu Qiansu did... so powerful One person, will be able to return home smoothly.

So she pointed to the ceiling and said: "I talked to him, the space-time vortex on the top of Tianguan Mountain may have a great connection with him, so the moment the space-time vortex disappears may be when he leaves... ..."

Feng lowered his eyes and remained silent.

"Xiao Zhao." A voice called from outside the door.

Xiaozhao put the plate on the counter, looked at Feng, and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, and directly opened the curtain and left Qishiwu.

After Xiaozhao left, Feng stood there for a while, then stepped on the small bench, showing her small face from behind the counter.

Not long after, another guest opened the curtain and walked in.

Feng smiled and said, "Welcome to Qishiwu, what flavor of steamed buns do you want?"

……

That night.

The silver moon hangs high, and the moonlight is like water.

Feng hugged his knees and sat on the quilt embroidered with six tails, with his eyes downcast and silent.

"Huh?" Liuwei squatted at her feet, looking up at her with his small face.

She said she would visit Xu Qiansu... But she is only an eight-year-old child, what can she do?

Can't do anything.

Snapped.

She lay on her side on the bed as if she had lost all her strength, staring up at the ceiling...

Like water and moonlight, it spilled from the window, hanging on her curled up petite body.

Feng didn't know when, he had already fallen into a deep sleep.

In a trance, she seemed to have a dream...

In Hei's dream, a soft female voice asked her softly, "Do you regret it?"

regret what?Feng didn't understand, but she still said, "I regret it."

She was only eight years old, and she didn't understand what the depression in her heart was, so she had to admit all the negative emotions.

"Do you hate him?"

hatred?Why hate?Feng didn't understand either.

She shook her head slightly.

"Then do you want to see him?"

Feng was startled slightly, looking at the pitch-black dreamland, and nodded heavily.

"Okay... But there is a condition, you can't tell him your true identity, otherwise, the 'dream' will be broken."

Feng still nodded heavily.

The soft female voice carried a smile of pity and relief, "He will need your help in the future... Go and bring this slate to him..."

"Who are you? Why are you helping him?"

"I am the incarnation of Silver Moon and Sweet Dream...and I help him, not for him, but to fulfill your wish."

"Why do I want to fulfill my wish..."

"Why?" The soft female voice was slightly taken aback, and then she smiled as a matter of course, "Because I am the embodiment of a beautiful dream..."

As soon as the words fell, the cold moonlight poured into Feng's dream.

……

When Feng opened his eyes, looked down, and murmured: "I...became a Pokémon? So beautiful~"

Cresselia stood under the silver moon, enveloping her in the sultry stillness of the night.

But at this moment, Cresselia...is Maple.

This is a wonderful feeling, is this a dream?or reality?

If it was a dream, it would be too real... So real that Feng even mastered all the abilities of Cresselia naturally, so real that Feng could even feel the coldness of the night sky, the gentle breeze blowing, and... below The ethereal flute sound.

Feng looked down... the sound of the flute came from a carriage driving on the snow.

Feng squinted his eyes contentedly, and knew for no reason that this song was played by Xu Qiansu.

He hasn't left yet...

Not long after, the sound of the flute ended, and a handsome young man in a white robe lifted the curtain, sat on the terrace in front of the frame, fiddled with the white jade flute in his hand, and blew a few tunes at will.

Feng looked down at him, and finally couldn't help but said, "It doesn't sound good, why don't you continue playing the tune just now?"

Feng's voice naturally resounded in Xu Qiansu's heart.

"Huh?" He was obviously a bit surprised, but he didn't look around immediately, but raised the flute of Shenhe again and played the tune.

Just this small movement made Feng feel a suffocating tenderness for no reason.

The ethereal sound of the flute caressed over the snow, greeted the night, and finally merged into the cold moonlight, falling into Feng's ears.

Feng stopped talking...

But Xu Qiansu breathed into the flute, slowly raised his eyes, and looked at Feng under the silver moon.

Feng's heart trembled, and then he remembered that he was using Cresselia's body at the moment, and he couldn't let Xu Qiansu know his true identity...

She took a deep breath and flew down.

Xu Qiansu seemed to be in a trance, and did not respond for a long time.

Feng flew up to Xu Qiansu and looked into his eyes... Xu Qiansu's hair color and eyes were the same as Feng's, they were all black hair and black pupils.

This fact was enough to make her happy for a while.

"Your eyes are so pretty." Feng said with a giggle.

Hearing this, Xu Qiansu looked at herself suspiciously, that kind of eyes seemed to pass through her figure and meet Feng himself.

Feng felt that it was impossible for Xu Qiansu to discover his true identity, but he couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

She hoped that Xu Qiansu would discover her true identity, but she also didn't want...

She quickly changed the topic, "Can you blow it again?"

Hearing this, Xu Qiansu didn't say much, he slowly raised the flute of Shenhe and played it.

Feng's eyebrows were slightly bent, she floated down in the air, and sat down beside Xu Qiansu... In such a posture, she seemed to be snuggling beside Xu Qiansu.

At the end of the song, Feng couldn't help boasting, "It's really nice, just like the moon?"

Xu Qiansu tilted his head and looked mildly, "Huh?"

Even now, he didn't get to the bottom of it, and kept asking.

"The sky and the earth are shrouded in the quiet night, you are driving a light boat, floating alone in the lake, the surroundings are quiet, there is no noise, the moon like a silver plate reflects the hazy moon shadow in the lake...you don't look at the sky, you don't look at the water, Just rowing the light boat silently, watching the moon shadow on the edge of the window from the corner of my eye... how does it sound?"

So, like looking at Moon Shadow... just look at me more.

Xu Qiansu turned her head to look at her, but smiled lightly, "It sounds great, and reminds me of a noble girl who bravely embarked on a journey."

Who is the noble girl?

Feng was a little dissatisfied, but just chatting with Xu Qiansu like this already made her feel satisfied.

"That's how nice it sounds." Feng and Xu Qiansu laughed together.

Xu Qiansu stopped looking at her, and asked softly, "Are you here for the flute of God?"