Xiuye's domineering side leak

The land in the far west of the mainland, the territory of the elves, Azeroth.

It has been raining continuously for nearly a month.

Since the catastrophe that caused irreversible damage to the entire elf race 700 years ago, Azeroth, which used to be like spring all the year round, has gradually become distinct in four seasons.

After finally finishing the affairs of the day in the clan, Xing Gui, the high priest of the elves, finally stepped out of the government affairs hall, intending to go back to his dormitory to rest.

There was a drizzle of rain, which was blown into the corridor by the wind, and fell on the face of Xing Gui passing by here.

The rain was so light and soft that it didn't bring any coolness at all.

However, Xing Gui suddenly caressed his cheeks stained by the rain, and looked at the misty rain that shrouded the whole of Azeroth, giving birth to a feeling of sadness that was getting used to it day by day.

Xing Gui doesn't like this kind of rainy day, because this rain always reminds him of Jade's face that has collapsed to the point where it makes one's heart twitch.

Xing Gui still remembers every detail of the day Jade left Azeroth.

During the 300 years when the king fell into a deep sleep, Xinggui had witnessed the gradual loss of brilliance of Jade's eyes, becoming as gloomy and silent as Azeroth in the rainstorm; he also discovered more than once that Jade was writing elf classics without sleep and food, Countless precious solitary copies that disappeared in that catastrophe were accurately copied one by one.

Whenever Xing Gui saw Jade at that time, he always felt a sense of urgency from him as if he was being chased.

At that time, Xing Gui didn't know why.

It wasn't until one day that Fei Cui entrusted him with the care of the precious tree of life that was still in cultivation, Xing Gui finally realized that in Fei Cui's heart, there was always the obsession to wake up the king himself.

Emerald even has the will to die——

When he saw all kinds of animals inexplicably appearing in Azeroth with the aura of emerald on their bodies, and learned from their mouths that they were left here by the emerald, Xing Gui finally realized it after a while.

At that time, Xing Gui was so anxious that he almost went crazy, he wished he could immediately catch the jadeite who dared to act so recklessly back to Azeroth, scolded him for his irresponsibility, and severely reprimanded him for his arbitrary actions.

But soon, Xing Gui discovered that he didn't even have a clue where the jade had gone.

After that, Xing Gui developed a new habit - just like when Jade was still in Azeroth, she went to sit next to Wang every day.

Those worries, heartaches, and exhaustion that could no longer be told to anyone after Jade left, were finally able to get a short-term catharsis when facing the king who didn't feel anything.

In fact, Xing Gui has always known about Jadeite's feelings for Wang.

It is also because he has seen it too thoroughly and understands that the obsession with the king has long been so deep that it is impossible for Jade to respond to his feelings, so Xinggui has never had the idea of ​​​​showing his heart to Jade, from the beginning to the end. .

However, ever since Fei Cui embarked on that unknown and doomed dangerous journey for the sake of the king without hesitation, Xing Gui has already regretted it——

It's not that he regrets that Jade may find a way to wake up the king, and that he can no longer monopolize Jade, but regrets that he didn't organize Jade to leave.No one knows how scared Xing Gui is, afraid that Jade will be in danger behind Azeroth, that he will fall silently in a foreign land that no one knows, like Raphael once, with nowhere to return .

Whenever he thinks of this, Xing Gui's heart seems to be bitten by thousands of poisonous insects, the pain trembles to the point of madness, wishing he could immediately leave all the troubles in the clan and go to accompany Fei Cui on a journey in person.

Xing Gui once felt resentful towards Jade, hated that Jade put the burden of the entire elf clan on himself; It is inseparable at all.

But what Xing Gui hates and resents the most is that Fei Cui is alone, taking the almost impossible task of awakening the king on her shoulders, without giving Xing Gui the slightest chance to intervene.

In fact, Xing Gui has always known that Jade will do this not because of her desire to monopolize the Elf King, but to protect him and the elves who struggled to rebuild their homes after the catastrophe.

Enemies with the power to completely seal the Elf King and almost wipe out the entire Azeroth, whether it is Jade or Star Trail, have no chance of defeating them at all.

Therefore, even if there are stars walking together, even with the power of the entire Azeroth, when they really face the enemy, they will only get the tragic ending of annihilating the entire army.

Jade may have seen these things clearly, which is why she solemnly entrusted the entire elf clan to him.

"Wang... tell me, why is he so stupid...?"

For countless days and nights after losing the trace of Jade, Xing Gui sat with her knees embracing where Jade used to sit, and asked the sleeping Elf King more than once.

Wang didn't give him any response, just like in the time that passed like water, he never heard any news related to jade.

Until later, he gradually lost the courage to mention the name "Emerald", never set foot beside the Elf King, and devoted all his energy to the reconstruction and reproduction of the Elf Race. He was so busy every day, day by day. Kong Luo's heart finally felt less pain.

However, every year when the rainy season comes, he still can't help but think of the young man who gave him countless warmth and even more sorrow.

——If God really still exists in this world, please bless Emerald with peace and joy.For this reason, even if he offered his soul, he would not have any complaints, only deep and endless gratitude.

The silent oath echoed in Kong Kuang's heart, Xing Gui took a last look at the hazy rain that seemed to never stop, finally let out a deep breath, and walked away.

And the moment he left, a very clear and shallow spatial fluctuation suddenly came from the west of Azeroth, where no one had stopped for a long time.

A person-high black crack, hidden behind the endless rain, did not attract the attention of any elves.

The figure walking gracefully from the crack is the Elf Jade that Xing Gui has been thinking about for 400 years without any news.

As he caressed the huge golden crystal that hadn't been stained by the rain with his fingers, the flames that sprang up suddenly couldn't stop him in the slightest.

His eyes almost greedily fell on the Elf King sleeping peacefully in the center of the crystal, and the fingers of the silver-haired elf gradually closed.

After the barely audible "click" sound, the huge golden crystal that was originally firmly guarding the Elf King's body turned into countless star-like powders in the blink of an eye, and was blown by the wind gently, and then scattered with the rain. There is only one huge crystal platform left, carrying the master of elves who has been sealed here for 700 years.

Finally without the barrier of the golden crystal, the silver-haired elf slowly walked towards the sleeping elf king. When he saw the ferocious magic sword piercing deeply into the elf king's heart, a trace of clear anger finally flashed in his ruby ​​red eyes .

Kneeling and sitting beside the Elf King, the silver-haired elf lightly pressed the Elf King's chest with one hand, and quickly grasped the blade of the Demon Sword with the other hand. Almost at the same moment when he touched the blade, a surge of rage The soaring hostility that seemed to destroy the world instantly exploded in front of the silver-haired elf.

Slightly squinting his eyes, if it was the elf jade who had never recovered the memory of the gods, in such a huge energy explosion, there would definitely be no bones left.

It's a pity that the person who set up this situation would probably never have thought that the one who lifted the seal for Ansair was the god of creation who had disappeared from this world for a long time.

The power of darkness, which was more violent than the magic sword, was forcibly poured into the sword body like a waterfall, and the original power from the darkness of this world unscrupulously collided with this ferocious magic sword that was comparable to a divine weapon.

A familiar cracking sound sounded from inside the magic sword after a few breaths. The magic sword also seemed to sense the danger of imminent destruction, and struggled violently in the hands of the silver-haired elf.

"Bam—"

In the curtain of rain, the mysterious magic sword that has sealed the Elf Lord for 700 years finally embarked on the same journey home as the golden crystal that enveloped the Elf King a moment ago.

The black light belt running through the sky and leading to the demon realm gradually faded away in the rain with the disappearance of the demon sword.

A month after the arrival of the rainy season in Azeroth, the silky drizzle finally condensed into heavier raindrops, no longer the gentle and timeless at the beginning, and a gradually larger rain curtain opened between the sky and the earth.

However, whether it was the lingering drizzle just a few moments ago, or the pattering rain that was playing music in the whole world today, it could not stain the Elf Lord who was firmly protected by the silver-haired elf in his arms.

This used to be his favorite creation. For Ansair, he traveled countless worlds, abandoning his pride and responsibility as a god, just to hold him in his arms truly like this moment.

And when this moment really came, the indescribable satisfaction in the bottom of my heart, and the sudden bitterness made God's mind shake like never before.

Therefore, God did not realize that those emerald green eyes that had been silent for 700 years, and had not been prying by anyone for 700 years, had completely awakened at the moment when he was absent-minded.

"Emerald."

Suddenly a familiar soft call came from in front of him, and the silver-haired elf lowered his head in a trance, facing the pair of emerald green eyes that were calm in the ancient well, but were reflected by the rain.

The heartbeat was quietly unbalanced at this moment.

At the end of the memory so long that even the gods feel tired, it is precisely such a pair of emerald eyes as deep and beautiful as the endless sea of ​​trees that make the gods willingly step down from the altar.

So far, it is still sweet.