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Young Elena was awakened by a tremendous roar.

When she woke up in her bedroom.

The air was already filled with the smell of gunpowder.

The windows were filled with smoke.

This reminded Elena of the anecdotes her mother had told her: it was said that in the distant Dragon Kingdom, the people of the Dragon Kingdom would set off fireworks together every Lunar New Year's Eve.

This is what it looked like when I woke up the next day.

Everything was shrouded in mist.

My mother said that it was a fog that symbolized reunion.

But little Elena wrinkled her nose as she looked at the fog outside the window.

"It stinks..."

"Mother?"

Little Elena instinctively called out to her mother.

But no one responded.

Bang!

It was that kind of loud noise that woke her up again.

Little Elena recognized the sound.

When her father took her to a mountain village, an uncle dressed in camouflage and with his face painted easily knocked down a wild rabbit running a hundred meters away with a toy that made this kind of sound.

Elena hated that sound.

I also hate that toy.

Because of that toy, the cute bunny stopped moving.

"Mother?"

Little Elena called out a few more times, but there was still no response.

Little Elena was getting restless.

In the past, at this time, her mother would come upstairs, give her a warm hug, and then carry her downstairs to have breakfast.

Where did Mom go?

Ah, I remember now.

Yesterday, before Grandpa went to sleep, he called Uncle, Uncle, Dad, and Mom to his bedside and talked to them.

Little Elena didn't know what her grandfather had said.

But she vaguely remembered that her uncle was very angry. In Chinese terms, he was furious and yelled at her grandfather.

Little Elena dislikes her uncle.

Because my grandfather was a very good person.

Grandpa would always hold her while she slept in the recliner, basking in the warm sun, and tell her many, many interesting stories.

Elena's favorite story is about a hero rescuing a princess.

Little Elena wants a hero who can help her find her mother.

But now there are no heroes, and no mothers.

"Elena has grown up and can get up by herself now."

Little Elena waved her little fists to cheer herself up, grabbed the edge of the bed with her little hands, and tried her best to reach the cold floor with her little feet.

The floors of the manor were all covered with carpets.

This is to prevent Miss Elena from falling.

So even if adorable little Elena forgets to put on her shoes and change out of her pajamas (even though she can't dress herself yet), her little feet won't get cold from the floor.

Once outside, the pungent smell of gunpowder was even stronger.

Little Elena covered her nose with her little hand in disgust and walked downstairs.

downstairs.

The table was already set with steaming hot breakfast, with hot milk, toast, and even red wine on the snow-white placemats.

Everything was the same as always.

The only difference is.

The smoke was as thick as fog.

Luna, the older sister who always gave her candy and played hide-and-seek with her, was now lying on the white carpet, red liquid flowing from beneath her...

When the little rabbit died, it seemed like a lot of red liquid came out.

Little Elena was terrified.

She stood there stunned for a few moments, then started running down the street.

However, she hadn't even taken a few steps.

Suddenly, several tall figures dressed in black combat uniforms and wearing black masks appeared in the corner of the hall.

"She's here, boss."

"Capture them alive. The boss said that this kind of high-quality bloodline can be used for breeding in the next generation."

"Heh...such a delicate-skinned little girl..."

The voices of the men in black couldn't hide their excitement.

Little Elena couldn't understand what they were saying, but she thought they were like villains from cartoons who did all sorts of evil.

If I get caught, something bad is bound to happen, right?

So when the man in black approached.

Little Elena practically took off running.

But how could she possibly outrun several adults?

She had just turned around and didn't even have time to go back up the stairs.

The men in black had already come up behind her and reached out to grab her back.

Little Elena closed her eyes in fear.

However......

Bang!

But it wasn't a gunshot.

Little Elena opened her eyes again.

But then the door was kicked open, and a young man who looked disheveled, wearing a white shirt and faded jeans, with a blade of grass in his mouth, yawned while covering his mouth with one hand.

"Ah~"

When he saw the food on the table, everyone in the room clearly saw his eyes light up.

"Coo coo~"

The young man rubbed his stomach somewhat embarrassedly and smiled awkwardly at the people inside.

"Who is the owner of this place? I'm a little hungry."

"So...can I come over for breakfast?"

"Where did this wild boy come from?"

"roll!"

Several men in black immediately turned their guns on the young man and threatened him.

"Are you the owners of this place?"

The young man was not afraid at all; instead, he asked with a smile.

"I...I am..."

A childish voice rang out; though it was soft, the young man heard it clearly.

He looked at Elena, who was surrounded by men in black.

At this moment, little Elena is timidly raising her little hand.

"Ah! Beautiful lady."

The young man's eyes lit up immediately. He rubbed his hands together and strode forward.

Several men in black tried to stop him, but halfway through their outstretched hands, they collapsed as if affected by something.

Just like a star collapsing.

However, no supernova explosion occurred.

So they disappeared.

But the young man seemed oblivious to this scene. He simply rubbed his hands together, approached Elena, and gave her a fawning smile. "Are you the owner of this place? Of course, only such a magnificent manor is worthy of a beauty like you."

"Could I possibly mooch a meal for you?"

Looking at the young man's simple smile, Elena suddenly felt a sense of peace. She instinctively tugged at his sleeve and whispered, "Of course."

The young man was very happy to be granted permission.

He quickly sat down at the dining table and began to eat amidst the smoke and gunpowder filling the room.

Young Elena sat blankly beside the young man, eating a chicken leg that had been forced into her mouth, her little hand always clutching his clothes, like a child who would never grow up.

Later, many more men in black arrived.

But the young man just waved.

Little Elena noticed that there were many brass-colored things in the air, pointed like almonds. The wicked men in black stood still, and the toys in their hands were still glowing.

The man ignored all of this and even opened a bottle of red wine.

"Mom says children shouldn't drink alcohol."

Young Elena said this.

"That makes sense."

The young man nodded, then picked up the red wine and poured it into Elena's glass, before pouring himself a glass of orange juice and drinking it all in one gulp.

After drinking the red wine, Elena felt dizzy.

"I'm full."

The young man wiped his hands and stood up.

"Thank you for the hospitality. I have to go kill someone now."

Are you leaving me?

Little Elena asked pitifully, her little hands clutching his clothes tightly, refusing to let go. Her large, blue eyes instantly filled with tears, threatening to spill over. Just moments ago she had felt safe and secure, but now all that remained was the terror of being abandoned.

The young man stopped what he was doing and looked down at her.

A hint of distress flickered in his eyes.

"Sigh~"

In the end, the young man sighed.

He picked up a clean white tablecloth from the table and gently shook it in the air.

And so, to Elena's astonishment, the tablecloth transformed into a sky-blue flowing fairy dress, with several red bells tied around its waist.

The young man picked up Elena and took off her pajamas.

Then I dressed her in this flowing fairy dress.

I assure you.

His voice was somewhat solemn.

"When you put on this dress, no one and nothing in this world can harm you, and you will no longer feel fear."

.....

"Miss Elena?"

"Miss Elena?"

"Miss Elena?"

It wasn't until Xiaoyun greeted her three times that Elena snapped out of her reverie.

"I am here."

Elena gave a polite smile.

Seeing that Elena had come to her senses, Xiaoyun quickly took out the note Zhou Xuan had given her and read it aloud almost in a monotone voice:

"Miss Elena, your skin is so beautiful."

"May I ask which skincare brand you use? I'd love to have skin like yours."

Xiaoyun's voice was completely devoid of emotion.

In fact, by the time she realized what she had said, it was too late.

What kind of question is this?

However, Elena's reaction was beyond her expectations.

"Skincare products?"

Elena smiled slightly, "I've recently been using products from a company in China called Qingyan, and they're working very well. I happened to bring a bottle with me; would you like to try them?"

As she spoke, she actually took out a bottle of Qingyan (a type of facial cleanser).

"this......"

Xiaoyun looked at Qingyan in her hand with a strange expression.

How strange, really strange.

Now she understood what was going on with Zhou Xuan's confident look.

So Miss Elena was their shill?

If this is a GG (Goblin), then it will be the worst performance in history, with the most pathetic plot in the world.

But Elena didn't care what she thought.

After completing this simple task.

She just wanted to get to that person's side as quickly as possible.

Amidst the puzzled gazes of those around him.

Elena slowly walked to a corner of the banquet hall and finally stopped in front of Ye Shu, who was still enjoying his meal.

Then he ignored Liu Weiwei's angry glare.

He ignored Liu Ruyan's questioning gaze.

While Ye Shu was completely bewildered, he reached out his hand and smiled broadly:

"Sir, would you do me the honor of marrying me?"