miss mist go with the flow

Amy squatted down, reached out to pick the petals, and put them into the glass bottle.

The hair hangs down, and the light flows along with it, shaking Helen's eyes and stirring her heart.

She parted her lips slightly, and patted Black Crow's arm, "You are right, this is indeed another kind of scenery, not inferior to the beauty of nature!"

"Calm down a little, your saliva is about to flow out." Black Crow said disgustedly.

"No way! Don't say I'm like a pervert, I appreciate beauty!" Helen said, "Human beings are looking for beauty before they live a life without worrying about food and clothing. I just broke out on instinct. That's all!"

Sirin noticed the joking conversation between the two and rubbed her fingers together slightly.

Amy's movements were quick, and within a few minutes, she picked hundreds of petals and filled the open glass bottle.

She didn't grab a single flower and squeeze it hard. The Moon Primrose has five to seven petals, and she only takes half of each plant. With the Moon Primrose's reproductive ability, it will still be able to bloom a sea of ​​flowers next year.

As a rabbit who grows flowers, Amy knows the importance of sustainable development.

When Amy came out from the other end of the sea of ​​flowers, the floating light and moon shadows had been shattered. Looking from a distance, there was a kind of desolate beauty.

Amy separated five or six petals, put them into a small bottle, and made a simple isolation treatment with magic power, and handed it to Helen: "Take it, take it back and process it as soon as possible, extract the essence, it will be useless after a long time."

Helen took the bottle and said courageously, "Can I bring some flowers home? I will plant them in my own small garden, and I will never tell them about it."

This was a somewhat aggressive request. Helen didn't expect that Helen, who had always been rational and prudent, would have such an impulse, so he couldn't help but reached out and tugged on his friend's sleeve.

Teacher Miwu is easy to talk to, but it doesn't mean you can make progress. If it ruins Teacher Miwu's favor for you, it will be troublesome if you want to meet again in the future!

One must be cautious when getting along with such an extraterrestrial expert!

However, Amy was not angry. She didn't think there was anything wrong with Helen's request. It was quite normal for her to leave the flower seeds and plant them herself when she met a beautiful flower.

After thinking for a while, Amy said: "I can give you some flower seeds, but I have to remind you that the growth conditions of moonflowers are actually very harsh and have high requirements on the environment. There is a high probability that they will not be able to feed them.”

The reason why this sea of ​​moonflowers is so lush is inseparable from the existence of Amy.The Moon Elf has a high degree of affinity with nature, and where she lives, plants are more likely to survive and grow.

"I will do my best to feed them!" Helen said happily, "Thank you, Amy!"

"Flower seeds will be available after a while. During this period, I will prepare a moonflower cultivation manual and hand it over to you at that time." Amy said, "I hope you can succeed."

Helen nodded. Her sense of this forest witch is getting better and better. Not only is she beautiful, but she is also kind and generous. She deserves to be friends with!It would be even better if you can become a close friend in your boudoir!

After seeing the sea of ​​flowers in the moonlight and picking enough petals, the four of them returned to the bushes of thorns.

When passing by the Timberwolves again, Bobby opened his eyes and took a look, and after confirming that there was nothing unusual, he closed his eyes again.

But before it fell asleep, it was woken up by Amy.

"The night is dark, the tree house is simple, and there is no spare room, so I won't let you rest overnight." Amy tugged at the long hair on the Timberwolf's neck, "Let Bobby take you two home, he ran away Soon~"

Helen and Black Crow looked at each other. The two of them originally wanted to take a lodging, but since Amy said so, they could only leave in a sensible way.

Today's harvest is already very good. I chatted with Amy for half an afternoon, admired her beauty up close, and saw the beauty of the sea of ​​moonflowers... Both of them were quite satisfied.

Sirin lifted the hair hanging on the side of her face, pursed her lips slightly, and covered up her smile. She was also very satisfied with the result.

The only one who was dissatisfied was the Timberwolves. Bobby grinned and blew. If he could speak human words, he would definitely complain loudly at this moment.

How can it be called to see off guests when it is about to go to bed in the middle of the night, it is simply tossing the wolf!

But Bobby couldn't refuse Amy's request, he ended his laziness, got up halfway, and stared at Helen and Crow.

Two beautiful women climbed onto the back of the wolf. The Timberwolf let out a low whistle, and its huge body jumped out suddenly, turning into a gust of flowing wind, and disappearing into the dense forest.

"It's time for us to get ready to rest." Sirin took Amy's arm and touched the end of the elf's long hair.

"Not yet." Amy shook her head. "I've been running outside these days, wasting a lot of time. I haven't finished writing this month's manuscript. I have to catch up with the progress tonight."

It's okay to be short of a few thousand words, right?

Sirin wanted to say this, but when she saw Amy's expression, she held back the words and changed to "Then I will accompany you."

The two walked into the study room. Sirin looked for books on the shelf that she might like. Amy sat at the desk, opened the previous manuscript, and read a few pages back. After finding the feeling, she began to write.

The story of "The Red Dragon King and the Twelve Knights" has reached the seventh volume, and Leah has basically wiped out the foreign enemies, and began to face all kinds of chaos in the empire.

The battlefield of the civil war is different from that of the foreign war. Compared with the combat of soldiers, the use of tactics is more tested in many cases.

Under the guidance of the teacher, Leah showed extremely superb tactics and tactics, making friends from afar and attacking close to each other, fighting against dissidents, crossing rivers and demolishing bridges... Although the means were not bright, Leah became the real master of the empire in the shortest possible time.

The story in this volume involves tactics and interests. After Ami finished writing the scheduled content, she checked it several times with a sinking heart, and after confirming that there were no loopholes in the logic, she folded the manuscript and put it aside.

Then she took out the paintbrush again and began to arrange the illustrations for the contents of the seventh volume.

The heroic postures of the knights on the battlefield must be drawn, and Leah’s teacher also needs a suitable illustration, but Amy suddenly came up with inspiration, and she planned to draw Leah’s picture first.

The girl disguised as a man quietly took off her armor by the deserted lake, looked at herself in the lake, and felt distressed by her gradually growing body.

In front of the knights, Leah is an invincible king who is invincible, she is not allowed to have a fragile expression, but she is a sentimental girl in private...

The paintbrush quickly sketched the traces on the paper, and after a while, the image of the girl looking at the lake and pitying herself was preliminarily finalized.

When drawing Leah's face, Amy inexplicably thought of the heroic girl she saw in the vision of Huahai.

At that time, she only thought the girl looked familiar, but she didn't remember where she saw it. Now that she thinks about it, isn't that face the most likely appearance of Leah when she matures?

Rubbing the pen and paper, the face of the girl by the lake gradually became clear.

The person design on the manuscript corresponds to the person Ami saw in the vision.

Amy put down the brush and rubbed her forehead.

At this point, she had to suspect that the girl she saw in the vision might be the prototype of the Red Dragon King Leah, the ZTE Emperor Ertor in reality.

The story written by Amy is actually a stitch monster. The popular female King Arthur in the earth world gave her the inspiration to start writing, and the legendary story of Emperor Ertor of God Blessed Continent is the object of her reference. In addition, she Some of my own ideas were mixed and mixed to form today's "Red Dragon King and the Twelve Knights".

The strange thing is that there is no record in the local history that "Emperor Eltor of Zhongxing was a woman". Scholars analyzed the recently unearthed tomb artifacts of the Chilong Empire, but they only doubted Eltor's gender, and there was no way to determine it. The truth 500 years ago.

This is quite strange. Could it be that the fictional story she joked about history has become the truth?

Amy wasn't sure.

The past few days of going out gave her a preliminary glimpse of all kinds of bad tastes of the original owner of the body. Even if she really had something to do with Eltor, Amy would not be too surprised.

Maybe the legend of Emperor Zhongxing was also created by the former Amy Shengyuezhiling.

Such a thought came to Amy's mind, she smiled, covered the accompanying picture, and put it away by herself instead of putting it in the manuscript.

She stretched her waist, turned her head and saw that Sirin was wearing pajamas, lying on the thick carpet in the study, reading a book of miscellaneous stories with great interest.

The snowy jade peaks were squeezed and changed their shape, and the gullies between them became more and more deep. From the top to the bottom, the graceful scenery can be seen at a glance.

Amy's gaze attracted Sirin's attention, Miss Swordsman looked up at her, tilted her head, "Have you finished writing?"

She didn't realize where Amy's gaze fell, and she still didn't hide it, and she was generous.

Amy jumped off the stool, showing a bright smile, "I finished writing, let's go to rest~"

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ps: I really want to ask someone to provide illustrations, but I don’t have money, crying

Volume 42: Chapter [-] Injury recurrence

A good night's sleep.

This is not an empty word, the weather in winter is not too cold, the bed is familiar and warm, and there is another heat source next to it, it is fragrant and soft when you hug it, and it feels like you are going to sink into it, it can really be called a good sleep .

When Amy woke up, she had her hands on Sirin's waist, half of her body leaned into Sirin's arms, and when she looked up, she saw Sirin's beautiful blue eyes.

Ehe?Didn't she lie on her back before she fell asleep last night?How did you become like this?

"Good morning~"

Amy didn't move her hand away, and her tone was light, as if she hadn't fully woken up yet.

"It's time to get up and practice in the morning." Sirin rubbed Amy's hair, which she has often done since she found that the moon-white hair feels good to the touch, "You haven't trained the basic skills of swordsmanship for a while, Long-term fatigue, the body will forget the feeling of swinging a sword."

"Sleep a little longer." Amy rubbed Sirin's chin, "The bed is so warm."

"I've been waiting for you for half an hour." Sirin said softly, "You—forget it, you lie down for a while, I'll go warm up first."

With great perseverance, the self-disciplined lady swordsman got rid of the control of Wen Rouxiang and the quilt, and left.

She wasn't quite used to changing clothes in front of Amy, so she picked up her clothes and walked into the study next door, and came back after a while, hanging her pajamas on the coat rack beside the bed.

She didn't wear a skirt today. Her upper body was a white short jacket, and she wore a light-colored black gown, paired with dark slim-fit trousers. She looked neat and heroic.

It just feels quite cool, not like winter clothes, but more like autumn clothes.

The skin on the waist, abdomen and shoulders can be seen through the long gown, and the mountains that exceed the size of ordinary people are also particularly eye-catching after being outlined by the close-fitting shorts.

She waved to Amy who was still wrapped in a quilt, walked out of the room, jumped down to the second floor, and started her daily morning exercises.

Except for the few days when the injury recurred, Sirin never interrupted her morning training. Her high achievements in fencing at such a young age are also inseparable from this diligent and persistent attitude.

Wrapped in the blanket, Ami turned around a few times, and slowly got up.

Comb hair, change clothes, make quilts...

When going downstairs, because she was wearing a skirt, Amy decided to be a bit more ladylike, and pulled down the edge of the rope ladder with one hand, only jumping lightly when she was one meter above the ground.

When Sirin saw her coming, she replaced the sword skill she was practicing with the secret element sword skill, which was the most fancy and entertaining Li sword skill. With a flick of her wrist, the silver-white cleric flew out, stabbing it more than one meter away. Thorn, tease and chop, and dance flexibly.

Amy clapped her hands and applauded, as if the audience had nothing to do with her.

With a helpless expression on Sirin's face, she put away her sword and walked to her side, posing as an instructor: "Where's your sword?"

Amy regained consciousness, searched in the storage space, stretched out her hand and made a move, and the light blue long sword floated out, and the small wings on the gauntlet flashed a few times in response to the occasion.

Xilin secretly thought that the sword was dusty, and she stood five steps away from Amy with the sword in her hand, "Change today's practice into a real combat practice. I will be your opponent. We all use secret element sword skills."

After thinking for a while, she added: "The disruptive auxiliary magic such as stabbing and flashing is prohibited, and the others are optional."

Amy pursed her lips, but still raised her long sword cooperatively.

After learning this set of swordsmanship, she hasn't used it in actual combat, so it's good to practice it, so as to save her from being in a hurry when encountering things.

"The rules of the Jizhi Sword School, during the actual combat exercise, the instructor will give three moves first, please—" Xilin held the sword behind her back, leaned her body, and invited Amy to attack.

Amy took a deep breath, and the magic power in her body circulated to adjust her own state.

A sense of transparency welled up from the bottom of her heart, and following the feeling, she raised her sword and stabbed forward.

The edge of the sword cut through the flowing wind, and the distance of five steps was erased by Amy with dexterous steps, and the tip of the sword was delivered to Sirin's heart in an instant.

Sirin's face showed a look of exclamation, and when there was no time to move, she staggered to avoid the sharp edge, and her body drifted to the side for a few steps as if there was no gravity.

This elf was definitely a master at using swords in the past, and his state during the actual combat exercise was completely different from that during the sword move exercise.

Fortunately, I didn't treat her as a real novice, otherwise the first move would be a disadvantage.

While sighing in her heart, Sirin saw the sly smile on the elf's face, felt a little bad in her heart, stepped on the ground, and hurriedly jumped up.

boom!

Where she had just landed, a blazing blast had already been planted at some point, and the pillar of fire more than two meters high rushed to her feet before losing its strength.

Sirin felt a little funny in her heart. This elf actually used the rules of the exercise, knowing that she would only dodge the first three moves and not counterattack, and even predicted the direction where she would dodge.

While thrusting out the long sword, he also distractedly cast the preset spells. This kind of fighting intuition is really admirable.

What kind of legendary experience did she have before she suffered from dementia?Is it as simple as just sealing Townsend Nuckle?Why is there no legend of the "Spirit of the Holy Moon" left in history?

Sirin didn't have time to think about it. When she was floating in the air, the long sword in Amy's hand suddenly dropped, and in a very strange gesture, she slashed upwards.

The first move is to stab the heart, and the second move is to tease the crotch, it is really vital everywhere!

And according to the elf's habits, she probably relied on the elf's magic talent to pre-set the magic, and was about to see her reaction.

Xilin held her breath and concentrated on her feet, her boots stepped on the long sword in her hand, and she fell down like a heavy weight.

The elf waved his wrist and forcibly pulled back the long sword with the magic thread. At the same time, Sirin shot out two wind blades out of thin air, one from the upper left to the lower right, and the other from the lower left to the upper right. Sirin dodged most of the area.

Xilin's falling posture suddenly stopped, and she jumped up lightly in the air, which was the classic application of stepping through the air, just avoiding the two intersecting wind blades.

"There is another trick!" Sirin said loudly.

After these two moves, the fighting spirit in her heart was also aroused, and she wanted to fight back.

Amy smiled slightly, and the last move was extremely simple and rude. With a twist of her wrist, the long sword stopped in front of her body and spun rapidly out of thin air. The surging magic power in her hand turned into an explosive driving force, causing the long sword to shoot out quickly.

The cyan sword flashed with light, and it was as fast as lightning, pointing directly at Sirin's head.

There is no such move recorded in Li Jianshu. This is Amy's own sword move. In addition to the thrust of the magic burst, she also used the magic thread to simulate the state of the arrow leaving the string, allowing this flying sword to break through the normal speed limits.

With her current magic strength, the killing distance is about [-] steps, it can't be called a hundred-step flying sword, and a thirty-step flying sword is still no problem.