I Killed the Dragon

"No, he is just a mortal, how can he be qualified to do anything on your wings? At best, I can get some poison, I can tell at a glance." Gray shook her head slightly, denying her guess.

"I just think that your wings can remain active even if they leave your body. It carries your power. If we use some more methods when the wings return to you, it might give you power. restore."

Gray didn't sell anything, but directly expressed his thoughts.

Of course, Mary Fissen’s wings would not be ordinary wings. The ordinary wings would be necrotic directly after being cut off. It was impossible for more than ten years to still look like on her.

And Marie Fissen’s wings can remain active even after they have been away from her body for so many years. They can also move independently by themselves. One hundred percent of Marie Fissen’s power is contained in it, and the amount is quite large, which makes it leave. Marie Fissen continued to grow up behind her.

"Restore strength!" Marie Fissen raised her head in surprise, not so eager to take the wings back.

Compared with power, waiting for a while is nothing. She needs this power to protect the forest and protect Arlo.

Using a box to put her wings away, Gray smiled and said, "I will study your power, and there may be a breakthrough."

Falling from the sky together, Arlo greeted him and looked curiously behind Marie Fissen, and couldn't help asking, "Fairy godmother, where's your wings?"

Didn’t I say to take my own wings? Why are these golden wings? Godmother’s wings are black.

Or is it because I have been separated from my godmother for too long, that pair of wings is no longer usable?

Questions continued to surface in Arlo's mind, speculating about various possibilities.

"With me, I want to try if I can help her regain her strength." Gray stepped on the soft grass, found a shady place to sit down, and took out the box.

The glass cabinet in the box was broken, and the black wings rushed into the box, seeming to feel the box open, and the wings flew outside.

Gray calmly stretched out a finger and stopped the black wings. When the wings came outside the box, they instantly became a pair of giant wings one or two meters high, still struggling, intending to get out of his control.

"So beautiful!" Arlo stepped forward and gently stroked her wings, feeling like she was touching something soft and silky. It felt great.

Gray looked at Marie Fissen, before he could speak, Marie Fissen seemed to understand what he meant, and shook his head slightly, "I can't control it now, but I have a strong desire to let it return to my back. ."

"I think, although it has no thinking, it probably also has such an instinct, wanting to reunite with me."

"The closer we get to each other, the stronger this desire and instinct." Mary Fissen glanced at her wings reluctantly, "I'll go to the forest to see, you can continue to study."

"Go and let Carlisle prepare another potion." Gray shouted from behind.

Carlisle has studied deeply the medicine that restores Mary Physsen, and although the medicine has not succeeded in awakening her power, it also made her feel a little. With the wings as a primer, it may be successful.

But before that, let him see the magic of this wing, it can escape from the subject and immortal.

Mary Faison left here and flew towards the top of the hill Carlisle chose for herself. When she came to the top of the hill, she found that Carlisle had built a tall, two-story small attic, built with vines, not big, but there Elegant and close to the natural charm.

She is now plowing the surrounding land with magic vines, as if planning to open up a farmland.

Some elves are helping her by transplanting some flowers and plants to other places.

Falling down in front of her small attic, Mary Fissen did not bother, and it was not in a hurry. Gray wanted to study his wings, and it would take a lot of time.

Carlisle saw her coming, stopped smilingly, turned and walked over, a set of vine tables and chairs formed in front of her, and the emerald green leaves on the vines were still shaking with dewdrops.

"Mary Fissen, have you got your wings back?" She asked, although it was a question, but her tone was very positive.

She knew Gray's strength. If that king turned his back on him and made him lose face, he would go to the castle to reason with him and get his wings back.

So there was only one result, nothing more than Stephen sent it, or His Majesty the King personally fetched it.

Mary Faison smiled and nodded, "I have taken it back. Gray said that there is my power in the wings, which can restore my strength."

"I understand, I will prepare a bottle of the best potion for you." Carlisle said swearingly, patting his chest.

"How are you..."

Carlisle raised his head proudly, the light of wisdom flashed from the corner of his eyes, and he spoke very positively.

"If you can directly draw out your power, you must have replaced this pair of wings long ago, but you don't have it, indicating that something is needed."

"Hmph, the first few failures are not because my medicine is not good, you have some feelings that prove it.

Although my medicine cannot directly restore your strength, it can strengthen your perception of your own strength. Even if you insist on taking it, you might be able to restore your strength someday~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Now you have your own wings. As a primer, if my medicine is added, the probability of success will definitely increase greatly. "

Marie Fissen applauded gently, admiring her, "Carlisle, your wisdom is comparable to the sun in the sky, and you are the only thing that comes from the medicine."

Carlisle's tail suddenly rose to the sky, and she was always flattering behind Gray, but she did not expect that she would be flattered.

Mary Faison gave her a lot of face, and Carlisle said that she would prepare the materials immediately, and she would get the potion tomorrow.

Mary Faison was assured and left contentedly, not to disturb Carlisle to continue to open up wasteland.

Carlisle's heart is indeed big, but she did not open up a large field directly, but a small piece of farmland at intervals.

According to her plan, she will plant independent potions on each farmland without affecting other farmland.

And she will also ‘hiring’ the elves to work for herself. The reward is food, and the attraction of food and wine to the elves is huge.

Not the elves, but for most elves, food and wine are very attractive to them.

"Thank you Belle!" If she didn't give Belle often, her current cooking skills might be one step away from being able to eat. After all, she used to have a knighthood and was served by someone at ordinary times.

Marie Fissen left here and continued to fly into the forest.

At this time she had reached the junction of light and dark, and she had no resistance to the darker forest, flapping her wings and flew over.

Suddenly, Marie Fissen spread her wings in the air, and the wind made her stop.

Her gaze fell among the flowers of a tree below. On that tree, she saw three familiar figures. Although she hadn't seen them for many years, she obviously would not forget any familiar elves. She recognized them.