"Most of the time, it's better not to know too much.”
Xian Yuan took a sip from the wine cup and lowered her eyes to hide the complicated sadness. She said in a slightly stiff tone.
Xian Se did not know much about her past. Therefore, other than a slight curiosity, she just sat quietly at the side and ate the pastries.
However, Qian Ye was different.
He knew about the String Kite's past and had personally assimilated into it. Therefore, he knew who Nai was talking about.
The person he had once envied, hated, and was also the 'closest' to-the number one zither player of the Demon Realm, Jia Li.
When he thought of that elegant and otherworldly figure, a wave of hatred could not help but spread to the bottom of his demonic eyes. But even faster, he also lowered his eyes, not revealing the slightest abnormality.
Compared to the lively surroundings, the atmosphere in this corner was really strange.
Nai pursed her lips and smiled, her phoenix eyes flowing with a trace of regret. She shook her head gently.
"If it weren't for the fact that we stood in different directions, our relationship might not be so awkward. In fact, I really hope to become good friends with you.”
His eyes were sincere and apologetic, clear and calm, and there was no hint of any tricks. The sorrowful tone in her voice made it hard for people to guess and be on guard.
At that moment, the fairy in front of her actually resonated with her core spirit.
Two hundred years ago, when she was still a sickly flower demon that had to sustain her life with precious medicinal herbs every day, although she had the love of her father, no one dared to approach her easily. Those who came to approach her would more or less have some ulterior motive.
Just when she thought that she could only face the superficial respect of others and the disdain of others in her heart like a mortal, she would be lonely in Tide String Palace forever. The elegant zither player holding the Phoenix Parasol Zither gave her hope.
Just when she thought that this would be the end, Qian Ye's appearance broke the peace. At the very least, under the peaceful surface, there was a storm that she did not know about.
Unfortunately, she would not allow a second person in this world…to replace Jiali!
Therefore, she became even more silent.
"Actually, all of this has nothing to do with you. I advise you not to interfere. Everything is already set in stone. Tomorrow, the news of Prince Orchid succeeding the throne would spread throughout the Elf Tribe. In five days, the inauguration ceremony will be held. This is something you can't change.”
Hearing this, String Kite raised her eyebrows coldly and arrogantly, her red lips curving into a sinister arc.
"What if my target is you…"
Naphtali, who was the target of her words, was not surprised. She asked gently,
"Is that so?"
A glint flashed across String Kite's eyes. Her gaze, which was originally focused on the wine in the cup, suddenly met with his gentle and handsome eyes. He stared deeply, and a bottomless vortex appeared in his eyes. Then, a slow, devilish voice came out of her lips.
"How about I make a bet with you?"
Nai was still smiling lightly, her eyes narrowed, but she looked gentle and lazy.
Seeing that he did not object, she ignored the surprised looks from both sides and continued,
"If I can find your weakness before the ceremony…"
"I will give up Prince Orchid and submit to you. But if you don't, I want you to stay by my side…"
"Sister!"
Qian Ye couldn't help but call out. Even Xian Se, who was at the side, raised her head in a daze.
String Kite didn't care about them, her eyes and brows were cold and charming. Then, he smiled and nodded.
"Alright, I'll do it. I promise you, but don't forget your bet. In addition, you don't have to submit to me. I just want you to swear your loyalty to another person. Of course, he would not disappoint you either.”
Although he was a little confused, Naphtali still smiled and nodded in acceptance.
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Tilting Moon Dance. Phoenix Parasol Zither.
This dance, even if it could pour out the moonlight, the person who enjoyed it was no longer there.
This zither could play such a shocking melody, but the person playing it had already left.
In the dream, she was still young, and under his guidance, she learned this peerless dance step by step. However, he had never seen her draw a perfect ending to the dance.
This was because her once weak body could no longer give her more physical strength to complete the famous dance that seemed as light as the moon but was actually as difficult as a dream.
Was this…really just a dream?
Why was that step, that spin, that smile, that gaze…all so real, so familiar?
Jiali, now, the string kite can finish dancing your favorite 'Moon-Tilting Dance' and it won't lose out to the goddess of the Gods Race who has the title of 'Dance Spirit'. Are you happy…
A drop of crystal clear liquid slowly appeared between her trembling eyelashes, and then, silently slipped down…
In the silent night, the beautiful flower goblin on the bed opened her red lips slightly, her eyes still closed as she muttered in a low voice,
Jiali, forgive me...
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In an exquisite and unique square house, under a tall octagonal building made of strange jade:
A gentle-looking elf was pacing anxiously under the eaves, her silver-shimmering Star Thorn robe fluttering in the wind. Her hair danced in the wind, but she was beautiful and elegant. Even though she was more anxious than when she saw the building behind her on fire.
Her slender fingers twisted uneasily under the wide sleeves of her robe. Her meticulous steps were a little light and heavy because of her urgency. The rhythm of her feet alternating was so fast that it made people speechless. This time, he had already walked back and forth on one side of the octagonal building countless times.
A moment later, the cold and charming figure that was still as red as usual but did not look arrogant at all appeared in the distance. In the blink of an eye, the red shadow was already ten steps away from the building.
The elf, who was pacing and stomping under the eaves, instantly heaved a sigh of relief and hurriedly went up to him, wanting to pull the string kite into the house to talk.
The latter just floated in place and did not move at all because of her arrival. In fact, his indifferent expression was not affected by her anxiety at all.
Luo Chun was Master Zhao Su. Other than the astrology and illusion techniques taught by her master, she had never learned any other spells or martial arts techniques. This was also a taboo of the past Zhaosu. One could only concentrate on cultivating those two techniques, or else they would not be able to comprehend the deep meaning of those two techniques.
Therefore, she was just like the other Zhaoku Masters. Her physical strength was not much better than a mortal's, so she could forget about pulling the bowstring kite, which was now so powerful that it did not want to move.
The result of the difference in levels was that Luo Chun stared at String Kite in confusion and anger, unable to do anything. The latter only indifferently cast his gaze on the octagonal building in front of him, which was also a building that belonged exclusively to Luo Chun.
Time slowly passed…
Just as Luo Chun was about to explode, String Kite softly said something, but it caused Luo Chun's body, which was tense due to anger, to instantly stiffen.
That sentence was:
"Are you sure you can pull me in like this?”
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Sorry, I couldn't get online yesterday, so I didn't upload it. Hehe, I'm really sorry…I'm here to bow and apologize to all of you. In addition, thank you to the few relatives who collected Wenwen.
Also, I said that I wanted to change the title of the book, but I realized that I couldn't. The editor told me that I had changed it, but a few days later, it was still the same title. I was helpless. Don't smash me, and finally, if you think I didn't write well, you don't have to give me flowers as a collection, but at least leave some comments to let me know what I didn't write well, dear, I kneel here…
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