The Choice of Fate Comes to Night

Altria's voice was obviously lowered.

"You are still too naive."

At the moment I only feel a little tired, "Arthur, there are some things, it seems that if you have not experienced it, you will never understand. A big bastard who has misled people!"

In the last sentence, it was not Altria, but Merlin who educated Altria like this.

Standing up, I turned around to leave the room.

"Guiwei..."

Behind him, it seemed that Altoria called me faintly.

"I think it would be the best result to stay apart again for a while and calm down with each other."

After leaving this sentence, I left without looking back.

As for the destination?

Of course it was Merlin.

Anyway, he also wanted me to go to the secret of the lake before, at least take this opportunity to let that naive fellow have a good understanding of what is called "political darkness", so that she can also reduce her naive thoughts-anyway, there is Merlin. The ten thousand-year-old fox was watching here, and the situation in the country was nowhere to go.

Universal nanny?Fuck him, I'm on strike!

Chapter Thirty Interview Three

So, as soon as he wrote about Xiaolanhua, he burst into words.

The writing is very happy, and the result is a look at the number of words...... 6000......

OTZ, Xiao Lanhua doesn't use beauty tricks!

PS: The next chapter starts with the world of two people. Well, in fact, the first encounter between Xiao Lanhua and Xiao Squid will be very interesting if you compare it with Xiao Squid

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[That is the memory of your previous life, you don't want to forget that person, so you can dream it repeatedly.

[Then what should I do?

[Then, close your eyes and ask your own sincerity.

……

[There are some things in this world, if you don't do it, you will never know the result.Since there is no answer, then, my child, follow your own heart and act.As long as you remember, don't regret your own choice.

Although he had lived with the elves in the secret realm of the lake since he could remember, Lancelot knew very well that he was actually just an ordinary human orphan who was kindly adopted by a kind elves.

However, since childhood, Lancelot has been taught by the elves and learned relevant knowledge. For him, whether it is a human or another species, as long as he is kind, he can be close to him.

Race has never been the focus of Lancelot's consideration.

[All beings are equal, and the heart is good, then good.

Don't forget to pay with kindness, don't forget to indulge with evil.

This is the education Lancelot has received since he was a child, and he has implemented it.

But, how to define "good" and "evil"?

Facing Lancelot's question, Vivian, who raised him, never just smiled, just let him think.

[Only the answer you find by thinking about it yourself is the correct answer that truly belongs to you.

This is a reminder that Vivian gave him.

However, even though Lancelot was thinking hard about it, he still felt unable to find a practical answer-because even if he was touched occasionally, he could never grasp the fleeting feeling.

Everyone in the Secret Realm of the Lake is very kind and treats him very well.

So sometimes the young Lancelot often thought that if he lived here with friendly, powerful and beautiful people like this, it would be a very good choice until he returned to the embrace of the earth of life.

At that time, he hadn't started dreaming, hadn't pursued something, but simply and taken for granted that tomorrow was just a continuation of today.

Chat with friends of all kinds of different species, large and small, and learn from powerful, beautiful, peaceful and wise teachers.

Lancelot at that time lived a life like this, simple, plain, and happy.

Until he reached the age of 18, it was as if a switch in his mind was opened with a "pop", and that accompanied his dreams from childhood to adulthood, and gradually began to cleanse.

No plot, no sound, no reason.

It's just repeated, dreaming of different, incoherent, broken pictures.

The only thing in common is that the same person appears in that picture.

Even if compared with the fragments of the sun, it will definitely not be inferior to any place, sandy golden hair.

With incomparable hardness and clarity, golden and cyan eyes as if carved by the skillful hands of the elves.

That is such a dazzling existence for him.

Want to touch, want to follow, even... want to protect.

Such a mood...what is it?

Lancelot didn't understand.

All he knows is that on every dream night, when he stretches out his hand to that person in the dream, and thinks that he will hold the other person, the dream will always wake up.

And he can only open his eyes and look at the empty hand, and then it is difficult to sleep.

It won't work like this.

Lancelot told himself like this.

Then he plucked up the courage to find the existence that raised him.

After that, Lancelot, who grew up in the secret realm of the lake, finally left the secret realm of the lake and embarked on a journey of searching.

No name, no voice.

The only thing he has is the appearance of that person as if carved into his head.

Even knowing that such a search might be far away and even in vain, but Lancelot still started searching without hesitation.