"Admit defeat, you have no way!"

Qinglong smiled bitterly, yes, maybe he really has no way, in the eyes of humans.

"Leave yourself a way to live, give me that woman, I can intercede with Your Majesty on your behalf, I believe that Your Majesty's words are just a moment of anger, he will forgive you!" The paladin looked coldly at Qinglong, who saw pity in his eyes.

"Nope. ”

The paladin looked at the elf in amazement, and he blurted out in surprise, "What did you say?"

"I said, no!"

The paladin's categorical tone made the paladin shudder, and he stared at the lingering elf in front of him for a long time, his expression full of confusion: "Just for that woman? Is it worth it? I heard your story when I was in the rebels, and at that time, like many people, I thought it was just an elven legend, in order to add a little mystery to you." It wasn't until I actually saw you that night that I believed it was real. I wonder if it's worth risking your life for a woman who has cheated on you repeatedly?"

As a result of the paladin's words, he looked at Qinglong with even more stunned eyes and laughed wildly: "Of course, of course it's worth it!" his smile cooled down, adding a slightly bleak solemnity," Because I always believed in her, and believed that she didn't mean it, every word she said to me, every expression on her face when she looked at me, told me that she must have her troubles, and she gave me back our promise bracelet, hoping that I would stop thinking about her, and let her fend for herself, and even wishing that I would kill her with my own hands to get out of her dilemma, and that's why. I must get her out and help her get out of this situation. Even if it......" Qinglong's face showed a bleak smile: "Even if you lose your life because of this......"

"Stupid! stupid love! I didn't expect you elves to be so stupid. He had already suffered from it, but he was still deceived by a beautiful face of hypocrisy......" The paladin shouted contemptuously, but the green dragon violently swung forward with a sword to interrupt him, even though he himself had stumbled.

"Shut up, human beings! You are not in a position to accuse us of this! Yes, you humans know love better than we elves, and it is you who have taught us what love is, but what is hidden in what you think is pure love? It is selfish desires! It is possession! How many sins are there in your society in the name of love? How many are negative and forgetful? How many are abandoned from the beginning? How many selfish thoughts are contained in your emotions. Don't look at us with your utilitarian eyes, your focus is really only on the exterior of a painting, and never on each other's hearts!" The roar of the green dragon was like a storm in the paladin's ears, he looked at each other dumbfounded, the cold moonlight sprinkled on the green dragon's face, and the pale and distorted face made him shudder.

"It's like this conspiracy, isn't it? didn't the one who deceived everyone and set this trap also cloak his conspiracy with emotion?" Qinglong's voice lowered, and he no longer had the strength to speak loudly.

He gasped for air. Listening to the noise behind him, he turned his head to look at the city, some soldiers had already chased after him again, and Qinglong clenched his long sword. Prepare for the last stand.

"Ugh!"

The paladin let out a low **, and under Qinglong's surprised gaze, his sword pierced into his leg. The stabbed leg went limp, and blood kept pouring out. Dye his leg armor red. The paladin propped up the ground with his sword, half-kneeling in the shadows. At this time, he was in the blind spot of the king's sight, and there were no other soldiers around, who had already retreated to the vicinity of the king's tower. He wiped a large bead of sweat from his forehead and said, "You go, maybe you are right, the human soul needs to be purified, this is what the high priest has been teaching us, and we have not done enough. Go, elf, I hope you can keep that kind and loyal heart, and good luck to you!"

Qinglong pursed his chapped lips, said "thank you" softly, rushed past the paladin, jumped down the ten-meter-high city wall, and supported the ground with his sword, the tip of the sword collided with the ground, bursting out of a spark. Qinglong did a front flip, landed firmly on the ground, and looked back at Si'er's situation, she was still asleep. He looked up to see the paladins looking down at the top of the city, supported and surrounded by the soldiers, and although he knew they couldn't see it, he nodded vigorously to the other and disappeared into the night with arrows flying from behind him.

The gates of the royal city were closed, and the green dragon climbed the tower and bumped into the soldier who had opened the door for him earlier, and the other party walked in front of him as if nothing had happened, ignoring his tall body. The two passed by, and Qinglong heard two words ringing softly in his ears: "Hurry up." Qinglong only felt that his heart was hot, and tears almost burst out of his eyes. He jumped off the city wall, tightly protected Si'er with his hands in mid-air, and fell into the moat.

The drenched green dragon climbed up from the moat, he and Si'er were soaked, but he knew that they were not out of danger yet, and looking at the night wilderness, his first thought was to go to the Neal Forest, which would be the perfect refuge for him and Si'er.

The moon followed the running figures in the fields, and the Neal Forest was already far away, a distance that was usually not worth mentioning in his eyes. Qinglong held back the last trace of strength, he knew that as long as he entered the forest, he and Si'er would be safe.

Suddenly, he felt a movement behind his back, a trembling hand gently brushed his sideburns, combing his white hair that was stuck to his face with sweat and blood behind his ears, and the cold jade fingers gently wiped the sweat from his forehead. Qinglong no longer had the strength to talk, he was afraid that as soon as he spoke, his spirit would collapse, and he would fall to the ground and not be able to get up. Si'er also silently, combing his hair with the only bit of strength, and gently pressed his face against Qinglong's scattered silver hair. The cool water of the moat woke her from her fainting, and in the moonlight, she could faintly see the white hair of the green dragon dyed bright red, and she heard the sound of the green dragon's heavy breathing, she knew that they had just experienced a life and death catastrophe.

The sporadic sound of horses' hooves shattered the silence of the dawn, and the green dragon didn't have to look back to hear that it was the king's knight. He had to try his best to keep his feet in the hope of delaying the time to catch up as long as possible. The sound of horses' hooves is getting closer. Si'er turned around with difficulty, and she saw a black and oppressive figure. It pressed against them like a dark cloud on the horizon, and it was getting closer and closer, and by the light of dawn it was already possible to see the coat of arms on the knight's shield.

Qinglong felt that Si'er was moving, he didn't know what she was going to do, he only felt that something was untied on his back, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw something handed to his shoulder, which was his bow. Si'er reached for the sword in his hand, but it was too heavy for Si'er. Almost getting out of her hand, Si'er struggled to reach out and grab the sword, the sharp blade cut through her hand, blood oozed from her fingertips, Si'er gritted her teeth and endured not to scream.

Qinglong held the bow in his hand, took out a silver arrow from the quiver on his waist, and turned around with an arrow, but the arrow did not fly towards the knight, but directly hit the face of the horse sitting down. The horse fell headlong forward, and the knight on the horse was caught off guard and was overturned to the ground, and the heavy horse fell on top of him. Instant death.

Qinglong shook his head sadly, he didn't want to hurt the knight, but he still accidentally injured his life. He fired the arrow again. The arrow flew from the side of the horse and hit the horse's hip. The horse was in pain and stood upright. Throwing the knight to the ground and falling to the ground himself, Qinglong watched the knight get up from the ground, standing beside the war horse that couldn't get up, and sighed, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. As the knights fell from their horses one after another, Qinglong and Si'er finally escaped the last pursuit and stepped into the forest. At a small river on the outskirts of the forest, they stopped, and Qinglong untied a few belts tied to his body, and gently placed Si'er on the lawn.

The river was bubbling and clear, and the green dragon walked to the river and squatted down, dipping his blood-stained hands into the river, and the cool river water washed the blood on his hands, and he didn't feel the cold at all-the elf's body temperature was extremely low, so he never felt cold--he picked up a handful of clear river water, gently washed away the sweat, blood, and dust on his face, felt light, and then drank it in a big gulp. The cool water of the river passed through Qinglong's body, cooling his fanatical heart, and he turned to Si'er, who had been staring at him, and her face was full of relief that the two of them had escaped death.

Qinglong crouched down in front of her and began to examine her wounds. He carefully tore open the tattered dress on her body, Si'er glanced at his focused expression uneasily, turned her head away shyly, and let Qinglong throw aside her broken dress that could no longer be called clothes, and picked up Si'er, who was dressed in tattered ** and almost naked, and walked into the river. He slowly put Si'er's legs into the water, Si'er's feet couldn't help but shrink when they touched the cold river water, and made a soft sound**, Qinglong looked at her in surprise, and suddenly thought of the fear of human beings for the cold, he gently poured water on Si'er, until her body adapted to the temperature of the water, and then immersed her whole body in the water.

The elf's slender fingers slid gently over her skin, washing away the blood and pus from her wounds, and Si'er shyly buried her head in his arms, her eyes closed, lying quietly in his arms, motionless, only when he touched her wounds, he would twitch slightly, and involuntarily let out a faint moan.

At this time, Qinglong didn't react in a meaningful way, his mood was extremely conflicted, Si'er had been rescued, but what about the future? What should he do? His actions are very implicated, the king is likely to ask the Duke to blame, Li and Winmir don't know everything that happened, will they encounter danger, will there be a conspiracy against them?

After the cleaning was completed, Qinglong put Si'er on the river bank, picked up a handful of river water from the river, and carefully sent it to Si'er, Si'er leaned her lips against Qinglong's hand, slowly sucking, Qinglong noticed the feeling of her lips sucking her fingers, and twisted her head away with contradictions.

He put Si'er under a big tree, let her sit with her back against the trunk, tore one sleeve of his shirt into strips of cloth, and bandaged Si'er's injured hand, Si'er watched quietly, with a trace of imperceptible happiness on her face. Qinglong obviously didn't notice her expression, got up and picked up the long sword thrown on the grass, walked to the river to clean the five bloody fingerprints clearly visible on the sword, turned back to Si'er, took off his tattered and blood-stained leather coat and trousers, only wore a shirt and underpants, squatted down and covered Si'er's coat to prevent her from catching a cold, her weak body could not resist the pain of the disease again.

After settling Si'er, Qinglong glanced up at her, Si'er was staring at his face with affection, and emotion and apology alternately appeared in her expression, making Qinglong's mood even more messy. He stood up and turned to avoid her.

"Please wait!"

Si'er's voice made him stop involuntarily, and she hesitated for a long time behind her. Summoning up the courage to say emotionally: "Thank you for your tolerance and forgiveness, you can save me regardless of your previous suspicions." I really appreciate it. I know that I am seriously injured, and I may not have much time left, I thought that I would die quietly in prison, and I will never have a chance to say sorry to you again, but the mercy of the goddess has given me such a chance again, I want to solemnly say sorry to you here, I am really sorry!" Her voice trembled slightly, and the sincere gratitude in her heart made her choke a little, and Qinglong couldn't help but turn around. Seeing her tears of excitement coming out of her eyes, "I have a reluctant request, I hope you don't leave in such a hurry, when I may leave this world at any time, I hope you can accompany me through the last time, don't let me leave alone." She gazed into his eyes, teary like a lonely little girl.

Looking at Si'er Lihua's haggard face with rain, Qinglong couldn't bear to refuse her request even if he had thousands of grievances in his heart. He sighed faintly and asked in a low voice, "Did I owe you something in my previous life, and I have to repay you in this life?" Si'er glanced at him uneasily, and lowered her head guiltily. She understood that he didn't owe her anything, but that she owed him too much.

With a heart full of emotion, Qinglong walked to her side. Sit down with your back against the tree, the night breeze blowing past the two of them. A chill hit Si'er's heart, and she unconsciously leaned her body towards him. Gently resting his head on his shoulder, Qinglong subconsciously shrank a little, as if he felt that this would hurt the other party, and leaned his shoulder up again.

A few autumn leaves fell from the trees and fell on the two of them, and the green dragon couldn't help but think of the small village of his hometown, and from his childhood, every autumn, Elder Hail would take him to the river, tell him the truth of life, and teach him to sing songs composed by elven minstrels.

He casually picked up the elf sword lying in the grass next to him, and gently flicked it on the sword with his slender fingers, the long sword made a crisp and pleasant trill, Qinglong played it again, and the elf sword responded to him again, Qinglong was pleased to find that he had not forgotten the way of playing, he began to gently play the different positions of the long sword, and the long sword began to emit a modulated tone, and gradually coherent into a tune, this way of playing was original to the elves' bards, and only the elves would cast this kind of long sword that can both attack and play, combining art and combat。

With crisp music, Qinglong gently hummed an elven poem that Elder Hail had taught him:

We left our homeland,

With dreams,

And the young frivolous,

Stepping into the wilderness,

To wander, to soar.

The fog of wandering buried the road,

Loneliness and helplessness devoured the morning light,

Chilling Heart,

Thirst for the warm sun.

Happiness is silent,

infiltration into the atrium,

The soul is intoxicated and sweet,

But it is as bright as a sword,

Invisibly, it has been bruised.

Honey whispers tenderly silent in the cold night,

The vows of generosity dissipate in the wind and frost,

Weeping tears,

Despair.

The wind of the hometown,

Will the love fly,

River caresses inject rebirth power,

Under the big tree of childhood,

We fold soft leaves into wings,

Fly to heaven at your fingertips,

Hometown, never forgotten.

Qinglong's singing stopped, Si'er was already leaning on his shoulder and fell asleep, as peaceful as a baby, Qinglong couldn't help but want to touch her quiet face, but finally gave up, he didn't want to wake her.

The sky was getting brighter, and sleepiness was coming to him at the same time, Qinglong, who was gradually relaxed, felt strong fatigue and sleepiness, his hand held the long sword, his head was gently resting on Si'er's head, his cheek was against her soft hair, and he fell asleep.

......

Bright sunlight shone down the waterways of the watertown of Hyinsturm, and an elaborate carriage left the palace, crossed the elegant stone bridges, entered the aristocratic quarters on the west side of the royal town, and stopped at two golden gates deep in the street, where Baron Cash's residence.

A middle-aged man dressed in splendid costumes stepped out of the carriage on the back of the servant crouched in front of the carriage, and under the guidance of the butler, he walked into the gate with dignity, passed through the flowery garden, and went straight to the residence. As soon as he entered the drawing-room, he took off his brocade robe and handed it to the butler, and then waved them all down, and hurried upstairs himself, as if there was something urgent to be attended.

Ascending the luxurious spiral staircase, the baron stopped in front of a small door hidden in the shadows on the top floor of the residence, which looked more like a storeroom where servants should come and go than where the noble baron should be, but the baron meticulously straightened his clothes, cleared his throat, stepped forward and knocked lightly, and after a while, a lazy response came from the room: "Please come in!"

The baron changed his previous posture with his head held high, bent his head, respectfully opened the door and walked into the room, the scene inside was completely different from the outside, luxurious as a palace, a man in a blue robe reclined on the sofa, when he saw the baron come in, he was indifferent, he did not get up and salute, but the baron took two steps and came to the man. (To be continued......)