Quick wear: the host is really floating

Chapter 129 The Desert Emperor and the Dragon Princess (16)

The cat housekeeper's white and thin fingers showed a few gaps, through which he saw an even more astonishing scene.

The young emperor, who had lost his wings for a hundred years, grew a pair of huge golden wings on his back.

"Eli... Yad..." The cat steward put down his hand for a moment, looked up at him in disbelief and said.

[Ding——Iliad's favorability degree +1, the current total favorability degree is 60.]
Not only the golden wings, the boy's soft golden hair, but also a crown inlaid with red gemstones at some point.

The crown is shining, and the golden wings on the back are eager to try, and Iriad seems to have returned to the high-spirited look when he was the emperor hundreds of years ago.

"Your... wings, are you back?" Cat Butler stared blankly at the huge wings behind the boy, his voice was broken and small, as if in a dream.

The cat housekeeper's eyes were red, and he didn't even dare to speak loudly, for fear of waking up this sweet dream.

Iliad bent down to look at the girl lying on the starlight, stretched out a slender white finger, gave a soft "shh", covered her small crystal ears, and said in a low voice, "Wings, will you?" scare her."

The cat steward looked at the sleeping girl, then raised his head to look at him in astonishment.

Two more violent dragon chants came from outside the castle, this time it was not a sound of anxiety, but a sound of joy, a sound of cheering.

Outside the castle, the endless desert grew seedlings at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then slowly sprouted, turning into towering trees bit by bit.

The desert turned into a forest again.

Just as he watched the forest turn into a desert bit by bit hundreds of years ago, the speed is fast and magical.

Iliad lowered his eyes and dropped a kiss on the girl's white forehead, and he whispered in her ear: "Sleep, sleep well."

Xue Zhi's frowning eyebrows subsided slightly, and his face relaxed.

She raised her head, rubbed it against Iliad's slender arm, then found a comfortable position again, and fell asleep peacefully.

Iliad smiled lowly, then raised his hand to pick her up and put her on his bed.

This time, the young emperor did not use magic again.

The cat butler was stunned, but he didn't dare to say a word standing here.

He actually thought that the fact that Iliad's lost wings that had disappeared for a hundred years had something to do with Princess Anna was probably related to that, but he still wanted to persuade him not to trust humans.

Even seemingly harmless humans cannot be trusted.

Iliad finally walked out of the bedroom with him. Two figures, one tall and one short, stood on the terrace, in the center of the desert, watching the desert turn back to green little by little, just like hundreds of years ago. green.

"You can't trust humans." Cat Butler looked at the oases one after another, frowned slightly, and said in a childlike voice, "If you don't want to repeat the same mistakes that happened a hundred years ago, then don't trust her."

The golden hair on Iliad's forehead was blown by the north wind, and the crown on his head shone like the sun. "The wings can come back because of her."

The little butler puffed out his fair face, and said seriously, "The wings are gone, and it's also because of humans."

Iriad was silent for a moment, but did not answer.

"Since she can replace the dragon flute, why let her leave here to take the risk to find the dragon flute?" The cat steward raised his head, his big and round eyes sparkling, "Iliad, you can't let her go."

(End of this chapter)