The Queen's Rebirth: Your Highness, please bow your head

He looked at the stars in the sky for a moment, but he quickly returned to normal, and then sent out a soft "en".

"Then why hasn't the color of the amethyst recovered?" Her speech speed unknowingly accelerated, with some haste and panic.

"..." He was silent for a while, his handsome side face was submerged in the dark blue sky and he couldn't see clearly.

When she couldn't see her expression, he raised his hand to gently caress her hair, and said in a relaxed tone: "It's just your visual illusion. In fact, it has recovered. Don't worry."

"But I clearly saw..." She hesitated to speak, recalling what he said just now in her mind, and put on a nonchalant expression, "Who is worried about you? It's so funny..."

He looked at her with some amusement, her face was feverish unconsciously, and she hurried away as if fleeing.

The smile on Xia Si's face became a little pale the moment she disappeared from his sight, and faded feebly.

In fact, she was right, his strength did not recover, because. . .If he is to remain in human society, his ability to heal and recover will be limited.

But the remaining power is more than enough to protect her, so he doesn't plan to go back for the time being. After all, it will take several years in the Saman field to recover, which is too extravagant for her short and limited life. . .

Before he came, he had thought very clearly that if she was willing to be given eternal life, then he would let her become a member of the Saman tribe and stay by his side forever. If she was willing to go through countless human reincarnations, then he would Still can wait, wait for her to grow up every life, be with her, grow old slowly, like all human beings, hold hands and grow old together, although she will grow old and die in every life, but he still uses the long Time waits for her to be reborn. . .

Xia Si couldn't help laughing at himself: When will he restrain his violent temper for one person and become patient and gentle for her?Probably he himself didn't know when the change started, in short, it was unconsciously. . .

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It was already late at night when I went back, and when Mu Yuluo was arranging her handbag, she found a letter in it.

She picked it up and saw that there was no signature on it, and she didn't know who threw it into the bag while she was not paying attention.

Taking it apart, a piece of rough kraft paper was written with only a few large characters in black marker: Mu Yuluo, die within three days!

Looking at the back again, a lot of ink has been soaked in. It seems that the other party wrote this sentence full of hatred, but there are many people who have made enemies with her, and she can't tell who wrote it from the handwriting. .

But this anonymous letter didn't scare her at all. She raised her hand and tore it into pieces and threw it into the trash can, never paying attention to it again.

At this moment, when she got up and was about to go to bed, a strong white light flashed throughout, and when she opened her eyes again, there was already one more person in the room.

This man looks to be about 30 years old, and his appearance is also very good. Looking at the dark Chinese clothes on his body, she quickly judged the fact that this man is from the Saman tribe, but she has never seen it before.

The man saluted her politely, and said with a smile: "I'm sorry for disturbing you late at night. I'm just here to explain something to you."

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