miss mist go with the flow

The winter night came very early, the moon just woke up and lifted the quilt embroidered with stars.

"It's nice to live in peace."

Sirin sighed: "There is no need to fight, let alone intrigue, I really hope that time can stop at this moment."

"This kind of thinking is not like the style of a brave man." Amy teased softly, "The passage of time is irreversible, and we will encounter better situations in the future. If we stay where we are, we will gradually lose everything."

"We must cherish the present, but we must not lose the courage to look to the future."

Sirin rubbed her toes against Amy's thigh, and said helplessly, "You, you can only see some shadows of immortality species when you are preaching."

The fingernails rubbed against the tender and sensitive skin, causing Amy's legs to tremble unconsciously. She rolled her eyes and glared at Sirin. In retaliation, she raised her foot and pressed on Sirin's thigh, saying viciously : "But you don't have any respect for me as an elder, and you dare to sneak attack!"

Sirin also narrowed her eyes, exerted strength in her palms, and clenched Amy's fingers: "Is this considered a battle?"

Amy consciously seized the opportunity and raised her head triumphantly: "So what?"

"Then I'm welcome!"

Miss Swordsman, who had almost recovered from her injuries, gave full play to her physical strength, swung her tight and powerful legs, twisted Amy's slender and tender legs, and pulled slightly downward diagonally.

"Hey! You are cheating! Another sneak attack!"

Amy's entire body fell several inches below the water, hot spring water overflowed her neck, and dried petals floated beside her cheeks, her cheeks puffed up, her free hand grabbed Sirin's arm, and her body formed The hypotenuse barely stopped the decline.

"If it's a fight, I won't give up easily." Now, Sirin was proud of herself, and she said provocatively: "It's time for you to fight back, don't say I didn't give you a chance."

The two put aside the shame of adults and had a water fight with great joy.

"Look at the trick! The dragon wags its tail!"

"Eat my depth charge!"

The four legs under the water are entangled to and fro, you kick and I step out, the water splashes and ripples, and there are constant rushing sounds.

The bodies on the surface of the water remained relatively stable, just saying a few provocative trash words to each other.

Not far from the hot spring, Timberwolf was lying on the ground with his head down, as if he was forced to do business and didn't want to talk to the two big kids.

After fighting for a while, Amy gradually lost her strength, and hurriedly raised her free hand to surrender.

"Stop playing, stop playing! Fighting professionals bully me, a mage, and young people bully me, an elder, this time you win—hmm!"

At the point when Amy raised her hand and surrendered, Sirin happened to exert her strength again. Before she finished speaking, she lost her balance and was dragged into Sirin's arms.

Her face parted from the water, with a few moonflower petals stuck to it, crashing into a tenderness.

The moon just disappeared into the clouds at this time, and the night wind was blowing gently, and the fragrance of moonflowers seemed to seep into Amy's mind along her nose and lips.

Fragrant, soft and sweet, unforgettable to the touch.

Both of them froze, and after a few seconds, Sirin let go of the shackles under the water, and Amy also hurriedly broke free from her arms, and retreated to the other side of the hot spring pool.

Both of them put their hands on their chests, their legs and feet under the water curled up obediently, and their eyes were a little dazed when they looked at each other.

Amy reacted first, her face was flushed, she reached out her hand to cover her lips, her eyes and tone were as innocent as a bunny, "I didn't do it on purpose, it's all because you pulled me!"

Sirin pursed her lips, her voice hoarse: "But it turned out that I was at a disadvantage."

"You won the water battle!" Amy raised her voice several times.

"But I suffer physically." Sirin stared at Amy, and said a few words, "I need compensation."

"It's impossible to compensate you for this!" Amy resolutely defended her chastity.

Sirin said: "You slept soundly at night..."

"Don't mention this!" Amy stared, "You sleep in the study tonight! I won't open the door for you!"

Amy didn't expect that Miss Swordsman, who seemed to be submissive, would be so aggressive. Did last night's retreat give her the courage to attack?

No, the battle of attacking and receiving cannot be lost, she must find a way to regain the initiative!

Sirin sighed, and said: "Then let's each take a step back. The floor of the study is actually quite cold. Don't drive me out of the room, and I won't make up for it."

Amy pouted, "That's about the same."

After this kind of thing happened, the two of them didn't have the leisure time to continue taking a bath. They climbed ashore, dried themselves and changed their clothes.

Amy's eyes wandered a few more times on Miss Swordsman's legs. This girl usually wears long trousers and rarely skirts, which conceals her slender and firm legs, which is really a pity.

The two returned to the tree house together, the atmosphere was still a bit weird, neither of them knew how to speak.

It wasn't until Ami sat back behind the desk and flipped through the manuscript that her emotions finally stabilized.

The question is that there is no distraction in the writing of the manuscript, and there is no personal relationship with the children when coding, and only think about writing the content well.

The content of the seventh volume of "Red Dragon King" is complicated, involving many boring schemes and exchange of benefits, and the intuitive reading experience will be reduced to a certain extent, so Amy has to deal with the rhythm of the plot.

While she was biting her pen and thinking about the plot, Sirin on the carpet found the "Legend of the Wind Sword" that she hadn't finished reading yesterday, turned to the bookmark page, and continued to read.

The lights in the study were flickering, and Amy dug out the detailed outline that she had made before, regained her thoughts, and started to write quickly.

The tip of the pen rubbed against the paper, making a fine, swishing sound.

The lights dimmed for a moment, then brightened again quickly.

After finishing today's manuscript, Amy's neck was slightly sore, she straightened her waist, raised her hands above her head, and revived her body.

The night sky outside the window dimmed, and the moon and stars disappeared. Amy opened the window a little and stretched out her hand to have a look.

The wind is cold, with a little humidity, and it will either rain or snow tomorrow.

Amy closed the window tightly, rubbed her fingers, and thought about asking Roland to send a set of magic heating equipment.

When she turned around, she found that the oil lamp beside the table had changed a wick, which must have been made by Sirin.

Sirin was leaning against the bookshelf at this time, and the "Legend of the Wind Sword" had turned to the last few pages.

Amy leaned on her chin and patiently waited for Sirin to finish reading.

Miss Swordsman with draped hair, her cheeks were bright and dark against the light and bookshelves. She pursed her lips, her eyes blinked frequently, and her brows sometimes frowned and sometimes eased.

Amy found that Sirin's side face looked more gentle than the front face, and the naturally drooping eyebrows had an inexplicable sense of grievance, which made people love her.

After a quarter of an hour or so, Sirin let out a long sigh and closed the book.

She raised her head, saw Amy sitting on the chair, and asked, "Did you doubt my identity when we first talked?"

Amy nodded and said with a smile: "At that time, I thought you were a loyal reader of this book and admired the protagonist too much, so you gave yourself the title of 'Dance of the Spiritual Wind'."

"When was this book released?" Sirin asked again.

Amy shook her head.

The books in this world are not like the books on Earth. They do not indicate when they will be printed, nor do they have a special edition number. Even the anti-counterfeiting trademark on the pages of the books only appeared after the rise of the Phoenix Chamber of Commerce.

Determining the age of a book is more likely to rely on naturalists, or experts in identification.

"The author of this book may have been a member of the expedition team back then." Sirin held the book and said, "Although my gender is changed to a male in the book, there are many things that only the expedition team knew in the text. .”

The structure of the book "Legend of the Wind Sword" is not very good. The protagonist's adventure story in God's Blessed Continent only accounts for a quarter of the total content, and the latter three quarters are basically what happened during the expedition to the Abyss Realm .

Sirin only read half of it yesterday and hadn't noticed any clues yet. After reading the whole book today, she immediately noticed the problem.

"If you want to find the author of this book, maybe you can ask Roland." Amy remembered that the book also had the mark of the Phoenix Chamber of Commerce, and the Chamber of Commerce should have information on file.

Sirin pondered for a while and sighed: "No matter what the author's real identity is, he helped me."

In the book "Legend of the Wind Sword", the hero ends up sailing alone to the other side of the ocean, leaving only a legend behind.

In reality, Sirin chooses to stay in the abyss, so she bears a lot of infamy, and is even branded a "traitor".

To some extent, the author beautified the "Dance of the Spiritual Wind" so that the title would not be so ugly.

"Don't think too much." Amy patted Sirin's arm, "That was 300 years ago, for you and me, the outside world is now a new and unexplored state, and we have the opportunity to re-acquaint it."

"Huh..." Sirin let out a long breath and said, "If it's really the ending in the book, it doesn't seem too bad."

"That can't be done. If you develop according to the book, you won't meet me!" Amy pouted, "Don't you think this is a great loss?"

Sirin laughed: "Indeed."

She stood up and hugged Amy gently.

This moon elf is indeed a treasure in the world, if you don't meet her, it will be a great loss of life.

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ps: This chapter is not easy to write, so it is a bit shorter~ There should be another chapter to be updated tonight~

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Volume 50: Chapter [-] What You Ask For Is Not What You Get

The carriage drove along the official road and stopped on the stone road outside Misty Town.

Dekaen lifted the curtain of the car and got off the horse, staring at the endless forest in front of him, feeling quite strange in his heart.

After a circle, he came back to this place again.

Townsend, disguised as a mercenary, jumped out of the carriage, patted the coachman Thorne on the shoulder, and ordered: "Go to the house of the tomb guard in the fog and wait for us to come back. Keep a low profile and don't let anyone discover your identity."

Thorn nodded respectfully. He already knew the true identity of the mercenary in front of him, and he dared not disobey his orders.

What does the coachman count?If Townsend wanted, he could even take the horse's place and pull the cart himself.

"Let's go and meet the owner of this forest."

Townsend took the lead and walked into the bushes, "She likes to be quiet, don't bring irrelevant people with her."

Dekain followed behind Townsend, and he remained silent until he entered the depths of the forest, and then suddenly said in a low voice: "I have never heard that the misty forest is a land of masters."

Townsend smiled, "It's not because you are ignorant, it's because her existence is special."

Pointing to the surrounding trees, the necromancer said in an aria-like tone: "She lives in this misty forest, so she is the master of the misty forest; if she lives in the Sea Palace, she is the master of the deep sea; If she goes to the palace of the Red Dragon Empire, she will be the master of the entire empire!"

"This is Amy Shengyue Spirit, a unparalleled existence in the sky and on earth!"

Dekain lowered his head and said, "Has such a powerful existence ever left a legend in history?"

Townsend fell into silence. Except for the few times when he beat him violently, Townsend really didn't know the other achievements of the Holy Moon Spirit. He just inferred from the details of the other party's words that her past was powerful and mysterious, even comparable to the legendary Spirit of the Undead. host.

Dekain said indifferently: "The loser always likes to boast about the people who defeated him, which will make them look less ashamed. This is the famous saying of the sage, and it seems to be fulfilled in you."

"You stinky boy, do you want to die?" Townsend grinned, his eyes flashed fiercely, and his soul flickered.

Deckin sighed and shut up.

Townsend snorted, acquiesced that he had won, and continued to lead the way to the depths of the jungle.

The two entered the forest early in the morning and did not see the extremely tall ancient tree until noon.

"The owner of the forest lives on that tree, and we're almost there." Townsend looked at the old tree with emotion in his tone.

Dekaen looked away, feeling quite novel.

He and the members of the Black Wolf Mercenary Group have been investigating in the forest for several days, but they have not seen this giant tree. It is not known whether it is because of the wrong orientation or other special reasons.

With a reference, the two spent another half an hour rushing to the ancient tree.

On the path ahead, unusual black thorns blocked the path, denying outsiders from entering or exiting.

Townsend looked left and right, as if he was looking for something, looking embarrassed.

Dekain saw that those thorns were magical plants, which should be used by the "Forest Master" to guard their homeland and resist harassment. He suggested: "Use an attack to attract these magical plants, and the Forest Master inside will be able to sense them, right?"

"This is the last resort." Townsend ran into the bushes on the side and found nothing again. He said to Dekain, "Why don't you try it?"

Dekaen lowered his eyes. It must be very unusual for someone to be so respected by the legendary mage. He is nearing the end of his lifespan, and the chance to renew his life is in the hands of others. If he can use this little trick to attract the attention of the other party...

Dekain stretched out his hand, his magic power rose, and a black-purple flame appeared in his palm, and he threw it towards the periphery of the thorn bushes.

At the moment when the fire ball shot, Dekain's heart beat wildly with warning signs, as if he was being stared at by a huge horror, and he even lost control of his body for a short time. When he tried to wake up, he twisted The black vines had touched his side, intending to wrap around his limbs.

Dikain subconsciously exploded his magic power, trying to push away these magic plants, but his magic power was completely absorbed as soon as it touched the vines, and there was no splash of water.

Dekain felt dizzy and dizzy for a moment, and the vines shook him for a while, and finally dragged him back, locking him into a cage made of magical plants.

Surrounded by sharp spikes, the vines entangled him were drawing his magic power at a slow and even speed, and he failed at every effort, and was tightly trapped here, unable to move.

What a powerful magic plant!

Dekaen sighed in his heart, and heard Townsend's carefree smile and that arrogant and unruly voice:

"Now you know how powerful the master is here? I'm not talking nonsense!"