I Killed the Dragon

"I came with Gray!" The elf flew to Gray's shoulder, tilted his head, and said cutely.

"Introduce, this is Little Jasmine, an elf, I am Gray, a human magician pursuing the truth, and a traveler traveling all over the world." Gray introduced Little Jasmine, and by the way made a simple self-introduction. .

Marie Fissen’s gaze stayed on the elf, and when he heard his words, he said his name blankly, "Mary Fissen!"

"Little Jasmine, why would you follow him, followed by a human being?" Mary Fesen looked at the elf, and then glanced at Gray with a strange look.

"Grey is fine, why not follow Grey?" Little Jasmine asked strangely.

"Of course it's because I'm handsome and kind?" Gray said naturally, "Otherwise you think anyone who sees a guy with devil horns fighting with a dragon will help you without hesitation? "

Mary Faison stopped talking, and her prejudice against humans made her unable to understand why Little Jasmine followed Gray, but she also knew that it was better not to say anything at this time.

This man is not his own enemy, but his benefactor. There is no need to transfer the grievances towards others to him, he needs to restrain himself.

Therefore, it is not unacceptable for him to help himself a little more. It is a big deal. Finally, if Moore Forest is given to him, it can be regarded as repaying his life-saving grace.

As for whether he is unwilling or not, it is impossible. Men are all virtues. With such a big fairy kingdom for him, he must be happy to jump up happily.

Those human kings tried their best to occupy the Moor Forest, no one would be unwilling.

"I'll do it myself!" Marie Fissen looked at him with a trace of determination in her tired eyes.

"Here you!" Gray doesn't matter, since you want to do it yourself, let's try it.

Anyway, according to his inspection, Marie Fissen's current physical condition is very bad, it is hard to say whether he can afford to hold a spoon, and do it himself?

The spoon was handed to Mary Faison, and Gray did not pass the soup bowl. This was the broth that he had managed to boil. Now there is a small pot left, and she can't let her overturn it.

She stretched out her hand with difficulty, her muscles trembling, it felt like her arms were numb when she was sleeping, she couldn't use her strength, her fingers couldn't control, but she still insisted on using this hand to work normally.

Gray looked a little uncomfortable for her.

"Slow as a snail, are you sure you don't want me to help?"

"No, I can!" Marie Fissen gritted her teeth and continued to stretch out her hands like a snail. The pair of horns on her head began to tremble with her body, and her face became paler.

"I'm really afraid of you." Gray sighed and shouted outside: "Carlisle, come in and help this noble queen."

"No, I can do it myself!" Marie Fissen stubbornly looked like a cow, unwilling to compromise.

And outside, Carlisle didn't make a sound. Gray felt it. Carlisle was on the lawn outside, only a hundred meters away, so he wouldn't be inaudible.

Seeing this, Gray punished Carlisle with a contract, and then watched Mary Faison work hard.

Finally, after Gray held the bowl for a minute, Mary Faison's finger finally touched the spoon.

A faint smile flashed by, Marie Fissen pinched the spoon with difficulty, then scooped a spoon with a deformed and awkward movement, ready to deliver it to her mouth.

But because the arms were weak and numb, the broth was sprinkled directly on the rattan bed before it was delivered to the mouth, and the broth ran down from the gap, leaving only the minced meat on it.

"Forget it, I won't feed you anymore." Gray shook his head and waved his hand to clean the rattan bed, then gently placed the broth in front of Mary Fissen.

A trace of fear flashed in Marie Fissen’s eyes, she was not a god, and her indifferent appearance was not all of her, so she would be afraid, afraid of death.

Under normal circumstances, no one wants to die, and so does Marie Fissen.

Fighting with the enemy and dying, even if you don't want to, there is no way, but because of face, if she starves to death, she will definitely be laughed at by everyone, she will definitely.

"Please help me!" Marie Fissen frustrated, whispered like a mosquito.

Gray looked at her and didn't ask if she was sure to help herself. He knew that if he asked, Marie Fissen would really choose not to eat or speak again.

Retrieved the spoon from Marie Fison and gave it to her.

"Little Jasmine, Little Jasmine!" There was a voice outside, and it was the elf whispering to her.

Little Jasmine flew up from Gray's shoulder and flew out from the door.

Marie Fissen turned his eyes to take a look, and the elves outside were so scared that they scattered like birds and beasts, and instantly gave up a large piece of grass.

"Flowers?" Mary Fissen suddenly straightened her eyes, staring at the flowers on the grass outside in a daze.

How long hasn't she seen this kind of red, green, and blooming flowers?

Since then, I changed, and then the Moor Forest also changed. The vegetation was covered with a haze, the flowers withered, and the elves began to fear her and stay away from her.

"It's restored to what it was like outside~www.wuxiaspot.com~ is it because I lost my strength?" Marie Fissen suddenly said sadly. When she woke up, she found that her strength disappeared, like a bay of spring water dried up. Spring eyes, no new power will be produced again.

My own power disappeared, and the original prosperity was restored outside, indicating that because I changed, Moore Forest has also deteriorated, and I lost my power, Moore Forest has changed back to its former appearance.

In other words, he harmed the Moor Forest and the elves. He changed from the protector of the forest to the villain who harmed the forest, the kind of person he hates most.

Marie Fissen didn't realize that after losing her strength, her mentality also changed a little.

Before changing, she would never think of this, she would only think it was taken for granted, she was the queen of the Moore Forest, what she wanted it to be, it should be.

"It's not you, it's me who dispelled some bad breath underground, it has nothing to do with you." Gray told the truth.

"In other words, even if I lose my strength, Moore Forest has not changed back. Without you, Moore Forest will always become a dark forest?" Mary Fesen felt even worse.

"Could you not think so much when you are eating?" Gray couldn't think of any words to comfort her, so he interrupted her thoughts, a spoonful of broth hit her mouth, waiting for her to drink.

Marie Fissen habitually opened her mouth to catch the broth, and her sadness was interrupted.

"Why would you do this?" she asked softly.

"Is it comfortable to live in a gloomy environment all day?" Gray frowned and looked at her. "Anyway, I'm not comfortable, and the elves are not comfortable."

Marie Fissen was silent, wanting to say that she didn't blame him for changing the forest back, but thanked him for correcting her mistake, but she couldn't say what she said, so she could only be silent.