Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Celie leaned against the rough tree trunk, her fingers unconsciously tangled in her golden hair.

Her eyes were fixed on the location of the teleportation array left behind when Lord disappeared, and she couldn't calm down.

This period of time is indeed not long compared to the previous decades, but the feeling of waiting has never changed.

Her last words, "Be careful! Don't make me wait too long!", kept echoing in her mind, and she didn't know if the guy heard it.

Time seemed to be stretched out, and every second seemed particularly long.

How long had that guy been gone?

An hour?

Or two hours?

Just when she was about to check again whether the teleportation array was stable, the familiar magical light lit up without warning.

Then Lord's figure appeared in front of him.

"Lord!"

Celie rushed over almost instantly. Perhaps because she was too excited, she lost her balance and fell directly into the man's arms.

After realizing what was happening, Celie immediately tried to get up, but was held tightly by a pair of strong hands.

Forget it, just treat it as giving this daring guy a little bit of willfulness.

Celie didn't struggle, but just let the man hold her, his hands holding her tightly, as if to confirm her existence.

She raised her head, and his shadow was clearly reflected in her eyes.

"Are you holding me too tight?"

"Really?" Lord was reluctant to let go of the petite body in his arms.

"Forget it. Is the matter resolved? What about Demon King Eric? What about Kraft and the Goddess of Life? How did you resolve it?"

A series of questions came down like raindrops.

Lord did not answer immediately. He felt the soft body of the elf in his arms, then reached out and gently brushed away the messy hair on her forehead.

"Yeah." He responded softly, "It's resolved. Everything is resolved. Eric has also entered his rest."

Celia was visibly relieved.

Lord slowly recounted what he had just done.

He tells the story of how he asked Olivia to teleport the entire kingdom of heaven to the sky above the Demon King's Castle, and then used the power of faith inside to directly destroy the entire Demon King's Castle.

It also tells the story of the final choice of the Goddess of Life, including the fact that the other party chose to leave this world completely.

"How did you create such a large-scale teleportation array?"

"This can only be done with the support of the Org Sword Scabbard and the magical power of the Heavenly Kingdom itself. Otherwise, even if you drain me dry, it would be impossible."

"But the goddess actually left?" Celie was a little surprised, but then she understood the choice, "That's fine too."

The two of them were very close, so close that Celie only needed to move closer to put her cheek on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat and feeling extremely safe.

Everything in the past is truly gone with the departure of the goddess.

"By the way," Celie suddenly raised her head, "Did you hear the last thing I said?"

Lord looked at her face, his lips curved upwards, and he gently pinched the tip of her small nose. "I heard you! Every word! Otherwise, how could I have come back so quickly? I must obey Miss Elf's orders."

"Nonsense! You're such a bold fellow, you've never obeyed that."

Celie muttered a few words, but didn't continue because the man came back so quickly.

I just buried my head in this man's arms, feeling the reassuring breath.

Chapter 153: Celia, I'm going to die

Time flies, and decades have passed in the blink of an eye.

Lord and Celie had long since given up on adventure and had settled into a quiet, secluded life.

The main reason is that Lord's body can't take it anymore.

As time goes by, the vitality of this body is decreasing. Perhaps it is time to reincarnate again.

On the other hand, time has not had any impact on the elf lady, except that her dependence on a brave human is deepening.

Although he was still harsh in his words, the tacit understanding and companionship had long been integrated into his breath.

Lord sat in a rocking chair by the window. He looked like a young man, but his vitality had become weak and erratic, and even his face had a sickly pale color.

The weakening of this body was not gradual, but came suddenly, and even he himself was caught off guard.

He coughed lightly a few times, his voice a little hoarse.

Celie was reading a book. When she heard the voice, she turned around and frowned habitually: "Hey! Did you stay up all night last night secretly studying those dangerous magic books again?"

Her tone was the usual disdain, but her eyes involuntarily drifted towards him, with a barely perceptible hint of concern.

Lord slowly raised his eyes, as if he had made some kind of decision.

He stretched out his hand and waved weakly.

Celie's heart skipped a beat, she put down the book in her hand and walked over.

"Celiai, I'm dying."

After that, there was a long silence.

The elf lady's eyes suddenly widened, clearly reflecting Lord's weak appearance at the moment.

This guy was fine yesterday, so why does he look so weak now, like he's nearing the end of his life?

Could it be that his human lifespan has come to an end?

Celia subconsciously retorted, her voice trembling slightly. "What are you talking about? What are you planning? How could you possibly die?"

She paused abruptly, for Lord's breath was indeed alarmingly weak.

It is not deliberately created, the candle of life is about to go out, and the feeling is so real.

Lord shook his head slightly: "Celiai, human lifespan has its limits after all, and mine has already come to an end."

"impossible!"

Celie almost screamed out, she took a step forward, and subconsciously grasped the corner of Lord's clothes.

Her body trembled slightly, and the arrogance she had just shown disappeared without a trace, leaving only disbelief.

"You lied to me! You must have a way! Right? You must have created a magic that can extend life! I know you have it!"

Her voice was filled with an unprecedented urgency, and she even took the initiative to put aside her usual pride, with tears already gathering in her eyes.

"No, no magic, no matter how powerful, can defy the laws of life. There's nothing I can do about this body."

It is true that the vitality of this body has been exhausted, but Lord can create a new body for himself!

But he didn't tell the elf lady this right away.

He wanted to look at the anxious look of the elf lady for a while longer.

Although I might get hit by a few arrows once the other party finds out the truth, it's already worth it.

"..."

Celia was silent.

She stared into Lord's eyes, trying to find a trace of lies in them, but Lord's disguise was too good, and the calmness in his eyes instantly rejected all her hopes.

A huge feeling of despair and helplessness strangled her, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

The hand that was clutching the corner of the clothes began to tremble because of excessive force, but still refused to let go.

Yes! This was the ending she had anticipated countless times. She should have just let it go.

but why?

Why am I so unwilling to let go?

Seeing the elf lady's uncomfortable look, Lord himself also felt uncomfortable.

"Celiai, do you know? In my hometown, there is a very huge creature called 'elephant'."

Celie looked at him blankly, not understanding why he suddenly brought this up at this time.

"Legend has it that when an elephant senses its life is coming to an end, it will quietly leave the herd and trek alone to find a very secluded place. Then, there, it will wait for the end of its life."

He paused, his eyes fixed on Celie's hand tightly clutching the hem of his clothes, and said meaningfully, "Perhaps I should learn from those elephants."

Celie's body shook violently.

She understood.

He was telling her that he was leaving too.

Like an elephant, he faced death alone, not wanting her to see his final appearance.

Celie didn't want to let this guy go just like that.

She wanted to use magic to force him to stay and send him off for the last time, but looking at his calm eyes, this intense thought disappeared silently.

She understood his choice.

She should respect his choice.

"I……"

Celia opened her mouth, wanting to keep him but didn't know what to say.

In the end, all the attempts to retain and the unwillingness turned into a whimper.

She loosened her fingers little by little.

She didn't say another word, just stared at Lord blankly.

Lord looked at her loosened hand, looked at her silent appearance, and slowly stood up.

"Take care...my elf lady." He said the last sentence as if he had used up all his strength.

Then he turned around and walked towards the door of the cabin, step by step.