[Zongmeiying] Wait, am I going to die?

——Do you think you can escape this world?

- You are special... You and he are both... Your souls are beautiful.

—Leave a soul, and I can help you leave.

—Choose to sacrifice yourself?Well, you do fit better.

Thranduil could see the trembling in Elrond's eyes, and he was about to wake up.He leaned down close to the half-elf—was he dreaming?

They were in a small hotel at this time, and the female proprietor gave them a strange look when she handed them the room key. She probably felt that she had met a same-sex couple who eloped for love, plus the love-to-hear and hate-to-love Messy content like killing each other.

After all, how suspicious would it be if one came to open a room with the other instead of going to the hospital!

The gossip heart of the shopkeeper was burning.

The Elf King has no interest in passers-by A, B, and C at all.After laying Elrond on the bed, he began to examine the Elven Lord's body and mind.Thranduil breathed a sigh of relief after coming to the conclusion that the other party was just asleep and there was no sign of injury in the mental realm.

The state of Elrond was ensured for the first time, and the Elven King finally had time to digest the information he had received.

The existence of mastering the rules... If the situation in Middle-earth is used as a comparison, then the gods and death he saw are the rule masters with the same status as Iluvita.

But Thranduil didn't feel as much awe as that when facing them.

"That's because they didn't create us." Elrond's still weak voice came, and Thranduil's doubts were transmitted through the closely connected spirit, so the elf lord opened his mouth to explain his doubts.

Thranduil immediately let go of those thoughts in his mind, and asked about the condition of the half-elf: "How do you feel?"

Elrond tried to sit up, but Thranduil stopped him with his hand.The King of the Jungle turned over and lay directly beside Elrond, putting his hand on the half-elf's waist.

"You need to take a good rest." Thranduil's tone contained a touch of defense and disapproval.

Although the elf domain was not injured, the impact it received did not mean it did not exist. Thranduil still remembered the tingling and confusion he felt in his heart before the connection.

When the connection was re-established, the characteristics of the Sentinel side gradually appeared on the Elf King. He looked at Elrond in front of him, and even though he knew that the other party was an Elven warrior who could stand side by side with him, he still unconsciously wanted to protect Elrond. he.

——He belongs to me, and every bit of him should be protected by me.

There is always such a voice echoing in the heart of the Elf King.

The elf lord looked at the elf in front of him, and he could see the passionate flames in those blue eyes that seemed to be sealed under the sea of ​​ice.

It occurred to Elrond that after the Last Alliance he had heard rumors of the King of Mirkwood.

It is rumored that the elf king in the eternal kingdom of the deep place is indifferent and ruthless. When he is silent, he is like a perfect statue made of ice and snow, which is awe-inspiring. However, when he speaks, you will wish that you never appeared In front of him—but most of these are from the mouths of humans who have been charged tolls by the dense forest, so the degree of truth probably needs to be discounted.

But even his companions who are also elves think that the elf king Thranduil is an elf as high as the snow on the mountains.He always puts the interests of the dense forest first, and he is indifferent and unreasonable.

"What are you laughing at?" Thranduil looked at Elrond's gray eyes that shone with a faint brilliance. Although the corners of the elf lord's mouth were not curved, there was a clear smile coming from their connection.

Elrond stretched out his hand, drawing Thranduil's eyebrows and eyes, but did not answer the other party's question.

"I love you, Thranduil," said Elrond suddenly.

He saw flames lighting up in those blue eyes that looked like jewels, and a burst of desire that couldn't be more vivid came from their connection. After the connection, they were like one. Even his voice could not hide from him.

The longing was so strong that it even affected Elrond, but at the same time the signal of restraint sounded from the opposite side, Thranduil took Elrond's body into consideration - he had just come out of hell.

His sentries are patient.

for him.

The elf lord's smile melted Thranduil's not-so-strong self-control, and the kiss he sent to him was the last straw that broke the camel's back.

The flames ignited the Elven King.

Elrond knew that this elf was not ice and snow in the first place, and the flame in his heart was bright and dazzling, just like his spiritual realm, brilliant and full of vitality.

The prince of the giant green forest, the sentinel wandering in another world, has never been a statue of ice and snow sculptures, but an unyielding flame that can burn all obstacles.

When the memories are all complete and the hearts are complete again, they have lost the connection for thousands of years and need a complete delivery.

Deliver each other to each other, and from then on, no matter what the way ahead, they will never be separated again.

The original spiritual connection touched the emotions of the two, and the spiritual combination drove the physical desire.

"Elrond...I love you."

Thranduil only had time to finish this sentence, and dragged the other party into a fiery feast.

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Thranduil woke up first.

The connection between them had calmed down, no longer scorching his reason like a hot thread.

The satisfaction of body and mind brought Thranduil back to the best state of mind, and he also discovered the suppressed power of hell in the land of the spiritual realm, but after hesitating for a moment, Thranduil still made them hibernate Seeds generally lie dormant in the depths of the mind.

—Maybe one day, he will use them.

He hadn't forgotten the almost insane shadow.

Fallen God?

Thranduil narrowed his eyes, what exactly was the engraving that the shadow was talking about?He didn't see any strange marks on Elrond's body or in the spiritual realm.

Although the other party is crazy, it doesn't seem like a random fabrication——

"It's too intense... Thranduil." As Elrond said, he put his hand on the side of Thranduil's face, gently comforting him habitually - developed after the first connection. "What is engraved is my entire spiritual realm—my spiritual realm itself is his imprint."

Thranduil frowned.

"None of us are supposed to be sentinels and guides, remember? We don't even have soul bodies."

"Why wasn't I engraved?" Thranduil asked the point as soon as he opened his mouth.

"...Because when I was finally marked, I made a deal to keep you from being marked." Elrond rubbed his forehead, and the anger on the other side made his head hurt a little.

"Thranduil, under the circumstances at that time, if you were not free from being marked, we would all be swallowed by that evil god, and because you were not marked, we were able to return to Middle-earth by luck."

The Elven King is not easy to fool, and besides, he has fully understood Elrond's seemingly honest personality, but in fact he always hides things. But Mithrandil is cheating others when he does this, and the elf lord usually cheats himself!

"If it's so easy to be imprinted, why don't you imprint the two of us all the time? Instead, make a deal with you to let me go?"

"The one who made the deal with me is not the evil god who created the 'toy box', Thranduil." Elrond sighed, and the moment he mentioned the toy box, a trace of disgust slipped across his brows, "You see If you have ever been the rule controller of this world, you should understand that there is not only one rule controller in each world, and the rule controller is not eternal, and it may alternate."

Thranduil's guess is correct, their souls belong to Yiru, and when they are awake from beginning to end and refuse to believe in the gods of that world with the people of that world, their souls cannot be forced brand.

However, the soul trapped in the toy box cannot easily leave without being branded.They can only wait until the toy box is restored, and then start a new game with the newly drawn soul.

Just then, Elrond was found.

A world on the verge of destruction has two Rulers.

One is the evil god who created the toy box. Elrond has not yet talked to him face-to-face, but it can be seen that he has become crazy and has ignored everything in order to survive.

Another is the god who made deals with Elrond.She appeared in the form of a woman, unable to do anything to her companions. She was also on the verge of extinction because of her past mistakes, but she accepted her fate of extinction and only hoped that the world she cherished could continue.

So she chose another path.

Find a replacement.

Toy boxes can only delay destruction, but they will further distort themselves and their world.The female gods decide to find new gods and bring the world back to life.

This engraving is to find a new god, but because the female god and the evil god have the same origin, accepting her brand also means becoming the bait of the evil god at the same time—it is still a very fat bait.

So Elrond chose himself.

"I don't need your protection, Elrond." Thranduil narrowed his eyes, he was really, very, unhappy about this matter!

"I know, but if she had found you, you would have made the same choice," said Elrond dryly.

"So why is he looking for you instead of me."

——The Elf King is already acting angry.

"Maybe it's because I chose the guide and let her change my spiritual domain..."

Elrond narrowed his eyes.

The spiritual realm is an altar where gods are placed. If it is a coincidence, the title of wise man should cry!

The author has something to say:

Although probably no one wants to hear it, but let me explain——

How the toy box works:

Grab the soul from the outside and stuff it into the shell (because it is the way of birth, so there is no memory) - use faith to stamp the soul, brush faith to stamp the soul, almost feel that it can be harvested - torture, torture, pain can inspire The power of the soul, all chapters are eaten!It doesn't matter if there are no chapters, wait for the next wave of games and continue to brush faith!