Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Celie stood there, watching the man's back disappear from her sight. She felt all the warmth in her body fade away in an instant, leaving only endless coldness.

She could no longer hold on and slowly slid down to the floor, burying her face deeply in her hands. Her suppressed sobs finally rang out.

However, at this moment.

The door was pushed open again.

The figure who was supposed to leave was standing in front of him.

"Ahem," Lord cleared his throat. "Um, Lady Celia, I seem to have forgotten to tell you that I seem to have found a way to prolong my life."

He continued with a smile, "It's a permanent one. It looks like I can always be with you. Do you want us to discuss it in detail?"

The air was deathly still.

Celie's crying stopped abruptly.

She suddenly raised her head, her eyes changing from confusion to shock, then to disbelief, and finally, a raging rage that was enough to burn everything, mixed with huge shame and anger, erupted!

"LORD!!!!!!"

A roar filled with strong magical fluctuations, accompanied by a light gun as thick as a thigh, was thrown fiercely at the bastard who was smiling brightly at the door!

"You are a despicable! Shameless! Bastard who deserves to be cut into pieces!!!"

Miss Elf completely went berserk.

Chapter 154 Second Reincarnation

The air in the cabin seemed to be ignited by Celie's roar, emitting violent magic. The thigh-thick light spear barely grazed Lord's shoulder and penetrated the wooden wall, leaving only a charred hole in the wall.

Obviously, Miss Elf was not completely overcome by anger.

Lord shrank his neck, and the smile on his face immediately disappeared, replaced by a hint of guilt and flattery.

"Calm down! Lady Celia! Let me explain!" Lord waved his hands quickly, facing Celia's gaze that seemed to want to bury him immediately, and spoke with a stiff upper lip.

"Explain yourself!" Celie stepped closer, her feet making thudding sounds on the floor. "Explain why you told me earlier? Explain why you lied to me." She couldn't say the rest of the words, and the hidden shame surged up.

It's all this damn guy's fault!

I should bury this man in the ground with my own hands and never see this disgusting face again!

"Miss Elf, I'm not lying!

This body has indeed reached its limit," Lord quickly explained.

Celie paused, the anger in her eyes replaced by confusion: "What about the method of prolonging life that you just mentioned?"

"It's reincarnation." Lord took a deep breath and continued to explain, "You remember what I told you before, in order to remove the remaining erosion of the goddess, I was forced to use the secret method of reincarnation on myself."

"I remember that I originally thought you could only use this secret technique once. After all, it's too dangerous, and nothing like it existed in history."

"It's indeed very dangerous," Lord admitted frankly. "The most important point is that you must master the authority of life." He pointed at himself, "And I happen to possess this authority. So, do you think I can use this authority to reincarnate again?"

"But this is too dangerous. If you are not careful, your soul will be completely destroyed."

"But there's no other choice, right? And every reincarnation will make my magic formula more perfect. In other words, the danger will decrease with each reincarnation. Don't worry!"

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The man was right, they really had no other choice.

The last time the other party disappeared for thirty years was just to complete this magic, but this time, the other party will not disappear, and all I have to do is wait.

"Thirty years..." Celie murmured, a little confused about the concept of time.

For elves with long lives, thirty years or fifty years are nothing.

As long as this man can always be by my side, all the waiting is worth it.

"How long will it take this time?"

Celia hoped to hear a smaller number from the man, so that she would have to wait less time.

"I'm not sure. I can't guarantee the duration of each reincarnation. The last time it took thirty years, this time... maybe it will be faster, maybe it will be slower." He said frankly, "I can't give you an exact time."

This time, Celie took the initiative to hold Lord's hand, just as this bold human loved to do most over the years.

"It doesn't matter! Be it thirty years, fifty years, or even a hundred years! I'll be here waiting for you! But..." Her voice was filled with pleading, "Don't go alone this time! I want to stay by your side!"

It was clearly an order, but the Elf lady sounded like a plea. How could Lord refuse?

His original plan was to do it alone like last time, avoiding any interference and risks.

But at this moment, he couldn't refuse her request.

He nodded heavily: "Okay! Let's go together."

In the following days, Lord transformed the entire house into a huge magic circle, with complex runes engraved all over the ground and walls.

Last time, because the situation was too hasty, Lord did not have time to carefully adjust the magic circle, resulting in the inability to adapt to the new body after the reincarnation was completed.

So this time he plans to optimize it, at least to skip the rehabilitation process.

After all, this so-called reincarnation is actually just reshaping your body, not even changing your body.

Your body is still your body, there is no difference.

Celia was also there to help.

Although she does not have the power of life and cannot participate in specific magic, she is also a powerful magician and can fully help Lord construct magic formulas.

When everything was ready, Lord slowly lay down in the center of the magic circle under the expectant gaze of the elf lady, his whole body wrapped in light.

Celia returned to her solitary life.

But this time, he is not alone, but is waiting for someone's return.

The flowers outside the cottage have gone through countless cycles of blooming and falling.

Her originally anxious heart gradually calmed down as she waited day after day.

She no longer counted the years that had passed, but just looked at Lord, at the familiar figure wrapped in light.

Fifty years passed in the blink of an eye.

The magic is finally complete.

The light of the magic circle reached an unprecedented peak, attracting Celie's attention and also awakening her peaceful heart.

The light gradually converged and shrank.

Finally, it calmed down completely.

In the center of the magic circle, a familiar figure stood quietly.

It was Lord.

Lord is full of vitality again.

With a brand new attitude, he stood in front of Celie.

He moved his new body around. This time the magic was successful and he didn't feel the same discomfort as before, so naturally he didn't need any rehabilitation.

Then, his gaze fell on the figure who had been waiting not far away.

Celie stared at him blankly, at that familiar face. Fifty years of waiting finally brought her the joy that had been suppressed for so long.

"Lord!"

She could no longer contain her feelings and took the initiative to hug the figure in front of her who had been waiting for a long time.

"It's me, Celie." Lord hugged her back, feeling the warmth in his arms. "Sorry to have kept you waiting."

Celie shook her head vigorously in his arms, as if she had thought of something. She looked up and asked, "In that case, can you live forever? Will you always accompany me on adventures?"

Lord patted her head. The person in his arms was very docile, showing no sign of resistance. "Yes! As long as I can continue to reincarnate, I will always be with you. I will always be here."

Celia's eyes burst with great joy, but then a hint of doubt flashed across them.

She keenly grasped the key point in Lord's words: "As long as I can continue to reincarnate? Are you saying that the lifespan of this body isn't infinite?"

Lord's expression turned somewhat helpless. "Yes, I can't decipher the life magic formula for creating an immortal race yet. Perhaps I'll be able to defeat them over a long period of time, but for now, I can only rely on constant reincarnation to survive."

The light in Celie's eyes dimmed for a moment, but soon brightened again.

She stretched out her white fingers, gently brushed across the familiar face, and then slowly took his hand.

"It's okay." Her voice was soft but firm. "Even if it takes a hundred years, I will be here waiting for you! Waiting for you to come back to me.

"As long as your soul remembers to return, my waiting will always be worth it."

Lord held her hand tightly in his backhand, feeling the softness in his hand.

There may be countless farewells and reunions in the future, but as long as we look forward to each other, every wait will be worth it.

Chapter 155 The Last Old Friend

The long river of time flows unceasingly and will not stop according to the will of any living being.

Lord and Celie spent years together that were far beyond imagination, experiencing repeated aging of their bodies and reincarnation of their souls.

The heroic stories gradually became the background of the bards' songs.

The world is changing, new magical theories are emerging, but none of this has anything to do with the two people living in seclusion in the forest.

However, there are still things that they both have to do.

The atmosphere in the once glorious Dwarven Kingdom is now extremely heavy.

Thorm, the former king of the dwarves, the hero who saved the world, and the last companion of Lord and Celie, has come to his own end.

His once strong body now had difficulty even moving a finger, and even his eyes had become cloudy. Only when he looked at Lord and Celie could he still emit a last glimmer of light.

Only the former heroes were left in the empty room. Everyone was driven out by Som, including his family.

In his opinion, he has been with his family for long enough, and in this last period of time, he should spend more time with his old friends.

Lord sat beside Som, unfolding magic in his hands, and a holy light enveloped him, trying to alleviate his last pain.

Som's normal life span is coming to an end, and holy magic can no longer heal him. At most, it can only delay his pain before death.

Celie sat by a window a little further away, looking at the scenery outside. Although she didn't look at Som, appearing here was the last farewell she could give.