"The elves don't become adults until they are fifty years old. That dead girl was seventeen years old. Twenty-four years have passed. How can you say that she shouldn't be so stupid and naive?"
"For twenty-four years, she has been spreading rumors. If she could use this perseverance in her cultivation, she might already have a not-so-weak cultivation."
Although it feels uncomfortable to be pointed and pointed at wherever he goes, and to be called an ugly monster and a bad person, Chen Han is too lazy to care about those little brats.
Not long after, just as they were about to reach the center of this forest village, the loud and pleasant sound of the flute suddenly sounded.
All the elves watching on the road showed joyful expressions, and no one paid any attention to Chen Han. He condensed into a pair of transparent wings with magic power, and flew towards the southwest at the fastest speed.
what's the situation?
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!