Miss Elf Dragon

"That's it."

Perotina poked the seam of her thighs with her index finger, feeling a little embarrassed.

She wanted to pretend to be something like that, but she didn't expect that this trick had been used by someone before, and it was someone who was suspected of being herself.

Well, in the eyes of others, I should be suspicious of him.

"To be honest, I don't think I am the God of Creation. Although you two say so, I think this is simply impossible. I am just an ordinary girl."

Well, an ordinary girl whose soul comes from another world

"Has anyone found you one or two?"

Du Wen looked at Perotina with curiosity in his eyes.

After realizing what she had said, Perotina's eyes flashed with annoyance.

The two people she was talking about were naturally the Dragon God Heller, but Heller had been seriously injured when he forced himself down to the lower world. If this news became known to everyone again, he would be in great danger.

Du Wenduo was smart. He could see Perotina's concerns from her reaction, and he had a guess that was very close to the truth.

"This person can't say anything casually, otherwise it may cause trouble for him. Well, it should be a certain god in the upper world."

Perotina's wide eyes and slightly opened mouth told Du Wen that he had guessed correctly.

Du Wen adjusted his thin-rimmed gold glasses and smiled slightly.

"Let me guess, the God of Creation who has disappeared for so long and is still so persistent that he is willing to rush to the lower world is either the Demon God or the Dragon God."

At this point, Du Wen suddenly paused, with a hint of sadness in his tone.

"If the Elf God was still alive, he would probably do the same thing. After all, it was the Creation God who personally nurtured it little by little."

Perotina was frightened by Du Wen's words.

Not only was she shocked that his guess was so accurate, but she was even more shocked by what he mentioned about the elves and gods.

"Speaking of which, there is something I want to confirm with you."

Perotina swallowed and spoke cautiously.

"The essence of the Elf God is actually a tree, right?"

Du Wen glanced at Perotina and began to wonder if she really had not recovered her memory.

"Yes, the mother tree of your Elf Forest grew from a seed produced by the Elf God himself."

Elf mother tree, elf god, seed.

These keywords made Perotina's pupils shrink.

She thought of the mother tree seed in her sea of ​​consciousness that had saved her many times and helped her a lot.

"Will such seeds grow into mother trees?"

Perotina felt her mouth was dry, and she began to expect another answer inexplicably.

Du Wen looked deeply at Perotina.

"That's not the case. The Elf God only left one seed as his own kind to accept the relevant inheritance, and that is the tree in the Elf Forest. The rest of the seeds are the essence of his own soul, and each one has a chance. A being that can reshape his soul.”

Seeing Pelotina's unconcealed expression of shock, Du Wen felt helpless, and then felt relieved.

"Have you obtained such things? But it is not unreasonable. You are the creator god who has the power of creation, and you are the founder of the elf god. You are deeply connected with him. A person as elegant as the elf god , in the face of death, it is impossible not to leave yourself with a backup plan."

Thinking of the handsome man who passed away, Du Wen also felt very sad.

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pity.

Perotina felt complicated because she seemed to be hit by a new task.

"I'm really not the God of Creation."

Now that she said this again, Pelotina couldn't convince herself.

"Hey why why, this is all why, I don't like trouble at all, and I don't like this kind of inability to see the truth. Either give me the so-called memories, or simply let me know these things. It doesn’t matter if you give it to me, I don’t need to take any responsibility.”

Perotina was so irritated that she wanted to spin in circles because of all the troubles she had.

"You don't have to take any responsibility. No one is forcing you to do anything."

Du Wen crossed his arms and spoke slowly and sarcastically.

"My sense of morality and responsibility are forcing me."

After letting out a low cry in frustration, Perotina completely withered.

"Tell me, how can I get back my so-called memory?"

With the idea of ​​early death and early rebirth, Pelotina decided to face it positively. After everything is settled, no matter what her identity is, she will start her own plan to travel around and see beautiful men.

However, it was Du Wen's eyes with faint pity that responded to her.

"do not know."

"do not know"

Perotina is about to explode.

"I don't know what you said to me. You identified me as the God of Creation. I don't know that you have been following me to retrieve my lost memories. I don't know that you are causing me such trouble."

Perotina vented her anger and grievances in a strange way of expression, which made Du Wen worried that something was wrong with her.

"Don't be impatient yet."

Realizing the seriousness of the problem, Du Wen began to comfort Perotina.

“I really don’t know how to help you retrieve the memory of the Creator God, because only you can do this.

As the first living creature and the first god to appear in this world, the God of Creation has always believed in destiny, so he would make many arrangements that others could not understand at the time, but later found to be very mysterious. Regarding his own disappearance from this world, we all believe that this is just an arrangement. As for when he will return again, it depends on when the buried threads are lifted one by one. "

When talking about this, Du Wen's eyes showed rare enthusiasm, just like those religious believers with crazy beliefs.

As a cheating being in this world, he didn't appreciate or even worship anyone, except the God of Creation, the being who created him.

Perotina was silent.

They are all looking forward to that omnipotent man, so when he comes back, what state will she be in? Still, can it continue to exist?

Such thoughts hit Perotina's heart, causing her to turn her head slightly, not looking at Du Wen who was trapped in memories and couldn't extricate herself.

A biting cold wind blew into Perotina's untied collar and came into contact with her warm skin, making her shiver.

White snowflakes slowly fell from the sky, one by one, and fell on the dark brown hard ground, leaving some unclear wet traces.

At this time, Mario, who went to observe the situation, also came back with little Sang Xi in his arms. There was a long, thin scar on his face that was still bleeding, making his already gloomy look even more terrifying.

"What happened? Why are you hurt?"

Perotina asked in a deep voice.