Elven Almighty Trainer

Going back along the path of memory, Qianmo Wei really likes Nazi, but at this time, having one more means more strength, and from a positive perspective, at this time, Nazi is definitely alive than dead. Be good.

So, you must live.

Qianmowei didn't know what impact it would have on them in reality after their dream bodies were killed.

However, if the dream state body dies, the real body will never be affected at all. This is an inevitable equation.

In Qian Mowei's understanding, the dream state is the reflection of the real body, and there must be a connection between the two that he is not aware of. This also leads to the fact that no matter which side has a problem, the other side will definitely be affected.

But the influence of dream objects is definitely less than that of real objects.

This is easy to understand. After all, the body is the basis for ensuring the survival of life. If the real body is completely destroyed, it doesn't take a guess to know that the dream state will also die with it.

After all, the meng state is just the projection of the person's soul, or the projection of the spirit. If it is less, he will become an idiot at most, but the body can still be alive.

And that's the problem. Qianmo Wei doesn't want to become a living dead, nor does he want to become a vegetative person who can only lie in bed. Such a life would be too desperate.

He chose to have them all, neither could be destroyed.

Nazi must be more aware of the connection between the dream state and the real body than she is. She has taken protective measures early and will not let her dream state be destroyed easily. If her dream state is really It was cold, so Qianmo didn't guarantee that it would be okay to take care of her body after he went out.

He is not a stingy person, which can be seen from the treatment he gives to his subordinates.

It's so good that it's so good that it's not a problem to just throw away hundreds or tens of millions to find a bunch of nannies and doctors to take care of Nazi's body.

There is no way, who says the life of rich people is so boring and boring.

Phew, I've been setting up the reverse fla for so long, you really don't want to die here.

A stinky woman who likes to be lazy.

With an anxious mood, Qianmo Wei came to that place calmly.

Walking far away, you can vaguely see the orange flame, and the black smoke floats down from the bottom. At this time, Qianmowei realizes that the fire is really obvious enough. The firelight in the night and the firelight in the daytime. Smoke is always a signpost for the enemy.

It's like using a lantern to let your opponent see where you are.

As if to tell them, I have already washed my neck, please come over and chop it with a knife.

The closer he got, the more nervous he became, so nervous that he could hear his own heartbeat.

Qian Mowei suddenly realized that something was wrong with him. When did he care about this woman so much?

His thinking was unconsciously slowed down. The closer he got to the dot, the more relaxed he became. The fatigue from not having rest for several days suddenly broke out at this moment.

At this time, even Qianmo Wei was a pig and could realize that something was wrong.

Sure enough, there is still a problem here in Nazi, and it is not small judging from this scale.

After all, he was several meters away from where the flames were. This was completely beyond the reach of normal elves.

Could it be that some other legendary elves have intervened?

In this way, it is not impossible to understand Darkrai's slightly flustered expression before leaving.

Yes, although he looks down on humans, it doesn't mean that Ke Laiyi also looks down on the legendary elves who are at the same level as him or even higher.

"I always feel that my mind is getting stupider and stupider. There are many things that I should have figured out early on."

Nazi's figure slowly appeared in his sight, and her demeanor and expression were completely the same as before he left.

But for some reason, Qianmowei could tell at a glance that this was definitely not the Nazi she used to be.

This intuition that came out of nowhere surprised him, but he was destined to have no more time to consider the origin of this intuition.

Nazi used her mental power to lift Qian Mowei's body, but he could no longer see what happened next.

Because I’m so sleepy, really sleepy.

How long has it been since I slept? Is it a day, a week, a month, or a year?

No matter, no matter, he should have a good sleep now, and it is best to have a beautiful dream.

Something seems wrong but whatever, the most important thing right now is to get some sleep.

"Who knows? Maybe this is the legendary saying that I love him, but it has nothing to do with him."

The real Cresselia shook her head calmly, denying the love in Nazi's words.

Cresselia used a somewhat puzzled expression to describe Nazi's current state rather uncertainly. Judging from the many years she has been wandering in human society, Nazi's feelings at this time are quite consistent with human descriptions of possessiveness.

"Is that so? I've really been completely seen through by you."

"No need to apologize, I know I don't like him yet, but that is a rare treasure that I want, very much want to get."

"Maybe it was because of the voice in my heart at first, but now, the longer we get along, the stronger my possessiveness towards him becomes."

Cresselia wanted to say something more, but was interrupted again.

In this dream-like world, a figure was falling rapidly downward from the pale pink sky.

Of course, Cresselia recognized that the figure falling from the sky was the man named Qian Mowei in Nazi's memory.

Cresselia's voice was as gentle as ever. She watched Qian Sue fall calmly, and did not take action until she reached a dangerous distance in her heart.

With just a flash, the distance of several kilometers was instantly shortened.

Qian Mowei felt his body relax, and his whole body was leaning against a soft surface.

He opened his eyes and saw an elf with pink as the main color.

"Cresselia"

Sure enough, the only one who could intervene in Darkrai's methods was the God of Beauty.

The voice was unexpectedly soft, Qianmowei frowned and stood up from Cresselia's arms, which had already landed on the ground.

Looking at the pink-based world around me, I was dumbfounded. Could this be the world that macho men love?

Just standing here will make a girl's heart burst, right?

"What are you thinking about? Your expression looks disgusting."