She lived in the empire for nearly a century. Apart from her physical characteristics, she was really not very "elves". Her words, deeds, behaviors and concepts of time were marked by too many people in the capital. It was her fault for her mother. If she hadn't insisted on her daughter's adaptation to the local customs, Christina might have been more "elves".

While integrating into the local area, her mother tried her best to strip away the marks left in her hometown in her body. Oriental clothing was obviously popular in the upper class of the capital. Although she did not wear it on weekdays, she was very popular at the costume dance party. Her mother, who always made her followers, was strictly prohibited by her and she was not allowed to touch her.

The mother gave her a very imperial name "Christina", but she did not have a surname. The mother answered this way to the child's questions.

"A woman will get married after all, and she will have a surname at that time."

How could the little girl who didn't even come to menstruate? Later I realized that her mother was not talking about her, but about herself.

A beautiful woman has no worries about marrying, and the none of the elf women say that it is not too expensive. There are so many people who pursue their mother that they have broken the door frame and need the official to arrange guards outside the home to ensure that the gentlemen are well-intentioned. The little girl is so annoyed that her mother seems to be happy with it. Christina once couldn't quite understand it, but when she met Erin, she understood the general reason.

The so-called "King of Yan" is her father, and her mother is just one of the many concubines of the king who lost his country. She could no longer imagine that a man was a woman, and this time she turned into a bunch of people. It was probably the first time that my mother experienced the feeling of being loved in the empire. So that's it.

If everything goes well, her mother will marry a wife, and she will have a father who can give her a surname. The upcoming new life made her look forward to and afraid. As the wedding date approaches, her mother suddenly falls ill, and the situation quickly deteriorates to the point where the famous doctors who come to visit are powerless. The elves are naturally a chronic child who is in a state of no dispute. Stimulated by her mother's critical illness, her clock truly keeps up with the frequency of human beings from that moment on.

The doctor sighed and said goodbye. The nanny chased him out and asked for money. The doctor shook his head and confiscated him. Before leaving, he met the poor Christina. The doctor forced a smile and touched the little girl's head.

"Mom, when will you get better?" The little girl climbed onto the bed and leaned on her mother. The doctor forbidden her from doing this. The illness fell like a mountain, and what should I do if Christina was infected? But now the doctor has left. The nanny is a soft-hearted middle-aged woman who can't resist Christina's begging. The girl was worried that her mother's behavior crushed the nanny's heart. She covered her mouth and walked out of the bedroom, leaving the mother and daughter alone.

"...Mom?" The girl raised her head carefully. Her mother closed her eyes, and her clogged nostrils couldn't help, and she relied on her half-open mouth to breathe. She had just experienced bloodletting therapy, and her face and neck were so white that she could see the blue blood vessels under her.

It is an extreme way to bleed the patient, but the doctor will at least try to do something, and will not be as indifferent as a pastor. In principle, Terra's shepherds do not interfere in birth, old age, sickness and death, not to mention that their mother refuses to believe in religion and is not qualified to be blessed.

Christina dared not wake her mother, so the little girl pulled a corner of the quilt open, and her mother's body was so hot, as if it was on fire. She buried her head deep into her mother's chest and fell asleep in a daze.

When the next day, my mother will wake up and tell me it's okay and everything is fine...

The rain dripped on her face, forcing the elf to pull out a messy dream. Most of the dreams could not leave memories, and she couldn't even figure out where the liquid that was fascinating her eyes came from. Her throat was dry and smoked, so she simply opened her mouth and let the rain flow in to relieve the hunger in her belly. The elf retracted her head before being wet. The hole was dug out by a small animal, barely enough for her to fit in. Christina didn't have the nerve to take the house and kill the owner, but just drove away, so she took the risk of eating a belly of berries for this.

As for how she rolled out of the hole while sleeping, she didn't have the energy to investigate.

Her weak body could not withstand the armor, Christina dug a hole and buried the excess, and only wore a pair of breastplate and brought a sword.

This set of armor was a gift from Sir Taylor and had special significance to her. The elf marked the hole at the entrance and planned to take it again later. She engraved her name "cristina" on a bare rock. The elf stared at the hole until the shape was printed into her mind and did not leave.

The sound just fell asleep last night and the illusory whisper turned into a male elf. He gave Christina a specific location and promised that her friends would wait there.

"Welcome to Rising Sun City, my fellow countrymen." The illusory image opened its arms and ended the disturbance of others' dreams with a bright smile.

Looking for a needle in the jungle, she did a lot of stupid things during her dizziness, such as throwing away the good guide Wangwang. Christina had to accept the advice and set off for the Rising Sun City.

The male elf made her feel familiar, but she really couldn't remember where she had seen that face. But it didn't matter. The words in the dream were no different from the mother who was looming in front of her. Her mother was laughing and her mother waved to her.

"Come on, my good daughter."

Damn wizard, a magic trick of killing! Christina's teeth itched when she arrived at Sunrise City, and she had something to talk to her "compatriots".

Dandrian had never seen such a tense mother-daughter relationship in his life, but he had never seen an octopus the size of a warship, a sirens who could kill people, or a little monster with a dog head.

He has never seen many things before and has lost the qualification to make a fuss.

Ophelia walked in the front, holding her head up, as if everyone behind her was following. Because Sarah and Naomi were afraid of dying and did not dare to look at Ophelia directly, Dandrian took the initiative to bear the honor of backpacking for the mistress to make her walk easier. Why did a gentlemanly act praised by everyone in the empire feel a sense of humiliation? Perhaps it was because Ophelia would not say thank you at all. The girls walked behind him. After the initial nervousness, the two learned to see the scenery on the roadside. They talked softly and giggled even more quietly, for fear that they would affect Ophelia being stared fiercely by her. Maya voluntarily cut off the back, just to stay away from her mother.

The dark elves had a clear destination, but instead walked towards the "Suncity" in her mouth, they were drilling deep into the dense forest. The thick green made Dandrian want to vomit, and the poisonous snakes tangled in the trees scared the girls to scream. The human beings' overly rich emotions seemed to stimulate Ophelia. She walked faster and faster, leaving the rest of them with only breathing.

The scenery is no longer monotonous and boring, and there are traces left by many intelligent creatures. The poet dares to use all his property to guarantee that this is by no means the elves. The strange and twisted totem poles and the skulls hanging on the trees all show the master's bad taste. This has nothing to do with the elves. Look at Christina, and one stop there is an artwork that makes the painter cry.

Given the reputation of the dark elves, Dandrian did not dare to follow his mistress to the dark side. He grabbed Ophelia and was about to ask clearly. The mistress's reaction was like a poisonous snake that was stepped on to her tail. She slapped his hand off and pressed the weapon on the belt, hoping to swallow him alive.

Dandrian almost apologized, but only a little bit away. The poet was from a commoner, and he could comfort himself and not care about women. But this was not usual. He stayed in a jungle that only Terra knew about, and walked out of breath, but the "good partner" didn't even say where he went. Dandrian's patience had reached its limit, and Ofelia's bad attitude became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

The monster killed the captain, and the tsunami swept away his companions. Many people still have a life or death. His favorite piano was also left on the boat. It was probably the old friend who had been with him for ten years and could not bear to throw it away after flying Huang Pengda. When he finally climbed ashore, he became a captive of the dog-headed man. Now, this little woman with only a girl and a face that looks like a man is arrogant and treats him as a slave.

Get out of here, I'm afraid I've slept with more ladies than you have ever seen! Isn't it just a destitute noble who calls himself "Miss Mother"?

Evil was born from the side of courage, and the poet decided to teach Orphelia some principles to respect others. He was so angry that he just walked forward, completely ignoring the hand of the mistress holding the knife. For a moment, the mistress seemed to be scared, and she stayed there with her eyes wide open, looking at a loss.

Seeing that the other party surrendered, Dandrian immediately felt a little regretful. He stopped and brewed words to go down the steps. The dark elf was so quick that she took the initiative to lean on Dandrian and stretched out her right hand.

"No, no!" Maya could no longer let her mother do whatever she wanted and watched Dandrian be killed. The mace was pulled off from her belt without thinking. The revenge between her blood relatives was a tradition of dark elf, and she had no psychological barriers to this.

"Um..." Ofelia blocked the poet's mouth, and the dagger was blocked on her belt. Maya was stunned, her arms raised were hanging in the air, scaring the girls.

"Shh!" She stared at everyone sternly and signaled everyone to shut up.

As long as you calm down, the explosion of flames burning the wood and the shouts made during the battle will not be missed. "Bang!" Another loud noise shocked the birds in the forest and spread out into a colorful field above your head.

Maya shook her sharp ears and heard the movements in the distance clearly. She pulled the two girls closer and asked them to accompany Dandrian. Maya and her mother looked at each other. Maya clenched her fist with her left hand and let go. Orphelia blinked and turned her head to the left, clarifying their respective division of labor. One of the mother and daughter went left and the other sneaked to the right in the direction of the explosion.
Chapter completed!