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

Fulilian followed Flame, and the two walked on the streets of the poor.

Above the alley, there were clothes hanging to dry, tied with ropes between two buildings.

It was like a metaphor, abandoning money and status, and becoming a poor "demon".

"Just as humans are bound by status and property."

"Demons are also bound by magic." Flame's voice was powerful.

The camera moved up and switched to Flame's face. Her eyes seemed to penetrate time.

"They are proud of magic and love magic more than anyone else."

At this point, Flame seemed to have thought of something. She turned her head and looked at Fulilian beside her, "Flilian."

"Fortunately, you are not a demon."

Flilian listened to the teacher's words and agreed: "Yes."

"So I can deceive the demons."

Hearing Fulilian's words, Flame showed a satisfied smile on her face and stopped where she was.

[So you can become master and apprentice. ]

[Flillian also loves magic. ]

[Elves and demons are both very good at magic. ]

[However, unlike the social relationship of demons who worship magic, elves are more emotionally inclined to humans. ]

[Although elves are indifferent, they understand the emotions between people and can form tribes. From the village where Flillian lived before, there were swings, pots and pans, and they could live together, which demons did not have. ]

[Compared with demons who only have strength and weakness, have no family affection at all, and do not understand emotions, elves have the kindest personalities. ]

Finding that the teacher did not continue to catch up, Flillian turned around and looked back at Flamme holding the scroll.

"It has been three years since you started to limit your magic."

Flamme sensed the magic fluctuations on Flillian.

At this time, the magic fluctuations on Flillian had been much more restrained than when they first met, when the surroundings were full of surging magic.

Now I see the fluctuations on her body, like flames.

The range is much smaller, but it is still fluctuating as if it was blown by a strong wind.

"My vision is right." Flame looked into Furlian's eyes, her tone full of appreciation.

[At this time, the magic fluctuations are still very large. ]

[It's quite detailed, the fluctuations are not small, as if it was blown by the wind. ]

The screen switches.

Behind the mountains far away in the forest, the sky and the ground meet, and the sun releases dazzling light on the clouds. It is almost sunset.

Furlian kneels on the cliff, closes her eyes and gathers the magic power on her body.

At this time, the magic fluctuations on her body, like a weak flame, are no longer violently fluctuating.

Behind her, there is a "thump" sound of stepping on the grass.

"It's already quite good." Furlian opened her eyes when she heard the voice and turned to look behind her.

Furmei, wearing a navy blue robe, looked at Furlian.

The wrinkles on her face were already obvious.

"Flame, do you still like magic?" Flame's voice was low, and compared to her youth, it added a sense of calmness.

[Ah! Flame is getting old so fast, my heart skipped a beat. ]

[Master is old...]

[Suddenly old, time flies. ]

[Teacher Flame is a human, and the speed of aging is just a blink of an eye for elves. ]

[Humans' weakness is life span. It's hard to have geniuses in the past thousands of years. ]

"Why do you ask this suddenly, teacher?" Flame didn't understand why Flame asked herself this question, and then thought about it, "I still like it."

"A long time ago." Flame said gently, "You firmly said that you like magic."

Flame didn't look back, and said in a flat tone, "It was only a short fifty years ago."

[50 years is just a moment for you, but it is already half of Master's life. 】

【Unconsciously, Mo Yu Lian has been with the master for most of his life. 】

"Yes."

Flame looked at Fulilian, who was kneeling in front of the cliff, still maintaining the state of limiting magic.

She looked at Fulilian deeply for a few seconds and said, "In the end, all I taught you was fighting."

Flame's tone was slow and heavy, narrating the facts of the past fifty years, "It's all magic for revenge."

Flame didn't look back, but squinted her eyes and asked the teacher behind her, "Do you regret it?"

Over the years, with her familiarity with the teacher, she could hear that there seemed to be helplessness in Flame's tone.

"No." Flame closed her eyes and smiled, "I am very happy to entrust my magic to you."

Flame's tone was proud and gratified.

"You have a long life, and one day, you will be able to climb to the height of defeating the devil."

【Hello, teacherGentle. ]

[The teacher is old but still beautiful. ]

[The mantle of the original great sage of mankind has been passed down. ]

On the distant mountains, the originally bright sunlight on the clouds turned into an orange-pink sunset.

"Flilian, I ask you for something." Flamme spoke slowly.

"Go ahead." Flilian asked.

"Plant a flower field around my grave."

At this time, the background music was soft and long, with a lot of warmth.

"It's really not suitable for you." Flilian said.

"Yes." Flamme looked at the green grass growing wildly in the field, "Flilian."

"My favorite magic."

"It's the magic that gave birth to beautiful flower fields." Flamme's tone was slow and extremely gentle, and you could hear a lot of love.

"This magic was taught to me by my parents when I was a child." Flamme told Flilian, "It made me fall in love with magic."

Flilian said softly, "Hmm--" and a smile appeared on her face.

It seems that I am listening to the teacher's words and feeling the teacher's tone.

It's as if I really understand why the teacher fell in love with magic when he was young.

"Teach me this magic." Fulilian turned her head and said to Fulame with some longing in her eyes.

[The magic of creating a flower field is the favorite magic of the master and the apprentice. ]

[If there were no demons, perhaps the master would never learn combat magic in his life. ]

After hearing this, Fulame's smile became even stronger. She took two steps closer and came to Fulilian's side.

"Listen carefully, Fulilian."

Fulame tilted her head and warned Fulilian beside her, her eyes full of tenderness: "Don't think about going down in history."

"You have to live a low-key life."

"The day you destroy the demon king is the day you go down in history."

[The teacher has always been thinking about Fulilian. 】

【Flame explained these things, it seems that if she really meets Flilian in the future, she may not hide her fame in order to kill more demons, and directly become famous and gain a lot of fame and status. 】

【Will it be that if you leave your name before destroying the demon king, it will arouse the vigilance and attention of the demons? 】

【'The day you destroy the demon king is the day when your name will be recorded in history', it is really a saying. 】

【If you don't make a sound, you will be amazing. 】

The scene switches.

Many flowers with white petals and yellow stamens bloom in the green fields.

The music also becomes long, like a prayer song.

【Woo, Master! 】

【This flower is velvet! 】