Locketini endured the pain, sat up slowly, and while the flames did not go out in his hands, he drew and drew on the white plaster, but to no avail, it only made the plaster harder and harder.
Seeing his pain, Shi Feixia couldn't bear it and said, "How about I go get Moonfire Grass again?"
Locketini shook his head, gritted his teeth, "It's useless."
Feixia said, "What should we do then?"
"I don't know," Locketini's flames got smaller and smaller, and finally there was a little bit of throbbing flames left, "Brother Wang, I didn't miss it."
That is, this kind of embarrassment is not suitable for Omedando to think about it.
Feixia couldn't help complaining, "Why are you not careful when you read?" If Snow White's stepmother was as careless as you, maybe Snow White would never meet Prince Charming and would have to marry the Seven Dwarfs .
Locketini said: "I secretly wrote it down when Brother Wang rescued me last time. But, after so many years..."
Feixia shook his head and said, "Even the house has expired."
Locketini: "..."
Shi Feixia turned his eyes and said, "Do you have any communication tools to communicate with the Elf King? Maybe the Elf King will have a solution."
Locketini rolled his eyes at him in the pain, "I am now a rebel, how could there be such a thing."
…
So you have nothing to betray and change. Even if the two brothers like to play house wine, they shouldn't play it so realistically.
Feixia suddenly remembered what Abaddon said last time, "I heard you stabbed the Elf King?" It was because of this that he was full of curiosity and longing for the mutineers who had never been masked before, thinking that even if they were not majestic, they would kill him. The Quartet's super generals are at least an insidious and cunning general who hides a knife in a smile. who knows, who knows...
The truth is always so unsightly.
Locketini said angrily: "If not, Dia is out of the wall... Brother Wang won't lose his temper. Damn it!" The fire in his hand was completely extinguished.
Shi Feixia could only guess from his heavy breathing that his current condition should be quite bad. "Although it is very rude to ask this question now, but considering the future diplomatic relations between the human world and the elves world, can you tell me what will happen to me if you are unfortunate... and hang up?"
His gruff voice was a little softer, and he seemed to be deliberately suppressing something.
Shi Feixia put his hands on the ground and slowly moved towards the back.
"You can go out." In the darkness, Locketini's voice sounded particularly sad.
Feixia's heart trembled.
A red light lit up in the darkness, and a deep and familiar voice sounded from the chest, "Where are you?"
Feixia was stunned for a moment, and immediately grabbed the only tool in his chest that had been issued just after entering Noah's Ark—the ruby communicator. Because he thinks it is valuable and looks beautiful, he always wears it on his chest.
Isfiel's voice was clearly coming out word by word from inside. "Where are you?"
He looked at the palms of his hands that were lit by the bright rubies, and his eyes became hot. The feeling of reuniting with his relatives after the disaster filled his chest, "I'm here."
…
Isfiel continued to ask, "Where is this place?"
"Lost in the forest." Seemingly aware of his gaffe, Feixia calmed down, "Uh, it's the woods not far from Ershefei Palace."
Isfiel was silent for a while, "Camping?"
Feixia almost fell. He recounted his unfortunate process with a very fast speech rate, and finally couldn't help asking: "What should I do now?"
"Wait to die."
…
Feixia finally fell.
Isfiel added: "Wait for Locketne to die."
Shi Feixia was startled by the coldness in his tone, and subconsciously said, "No way."
As soon as these words came out, not only was he stunned, but Isfiel was stunned, and even Locketini's breathing was interrupted for a moment.
"Uh, what I mean is that saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. It is also said that God has the virtue of good life. The teacher also taught us from childhood to take care of flowers and plants..." Shi Feixia gradually became incoherent.
"Are there any rocks by your side?" Isfiel interrupted him lightly.
Feisha groped with difficulty with the subtle light of the ruby.
Suddenly, a brighter cluster of light lit up behind him.
He turned his head to look at Loktini, who was exhausted, but was still struggling to hold up the flames, and a warm feeling rose in his heart.
He grabbed a palm-sized white boulder not far in front of him, "Yes."
"Cut away the white rigidity and black saliva on his feet." Isfiel said.
"Cut it out?" Feixia put down the cobblestone, found a stone with sharp edges and corners, and looked at Locketini.
Locketini was already in a state of semi-prostration, but he still nodded at him.
Feixia approached him cautiously, looking at the things on his feet with a little trepidation. I didn't know how far it was just now, but when I got closer, I realized that this thing called white rigid black saliva just looked like a plaster from a distance, but when I looked closer, it was still wriggling slowly.
"He can move, can he chisel open it?" Feixia pinned the ruby brooch back to his chest and raised the stone nervously with both hands.
"Wait until it doesn't move completely before chiseling."
The courage in Feixia's chest suddenly leaked, "How long will it take?"
"do not know."
Locketini has fallen into a semi-conscious state, but the flames in his palms are persistent and faintly lit.
Shi Feixia put away his contempt and respected him. It turns out that at the moment of life and death, elves have such a strong will to survive. He also thought that vegetarians would see more openly.
Under the double dim light of the elf's palm flame and the ruby brooch, the white-frozen black saliva looked extremely disgusting. Feixia tried to find a topic to divert his attention, "By the way, why did you think of using a communicator to find me?"
"Dia informed me that you are missing."
Dia
Feixia was stunned. This is the first time he, an amateur matchmaker, has been missed after being thrown over a wall.
"Oh." He held the stone in his hand, rubbing it with his thumb. The sharp edges and corners of the stone slid across his fingertips, causing him to whimper softly.
"What's wrong?" Isfiel asked slowly.
Shi Feixia deliberately frightened him, lowered his voice and said, "There are monsters!"
The light of the ruby was still flickering, but no sound came out.
Could it be that he rushed over in a hurry
Shi Feixia thought so, and couldn't help feeling a little moved.
"Very boring?" Isfiel said, but the dialogue was a thousand miles away from what he imagined.
Shi Feixia said indifferently, "Why do you ask that?"
"There are no beasts in the Elf world. The only ones that fit the shape are the moonlight beasts who like to tease others."
…
Feixia said, "Why are you so familiar with the spirit world?"
Isfiel said: "This is common sense."
…
So, his implication is that he has no common sense and doesn't know how to hide it
Shi Feixia moved his thumb again in frustration, and was scratched again.
After an unknown time, the fire in Loktini's hand was extinguished.
In the boundless darkness, there was only a small light on Feixia's chest.
Feisha Feixia chatted with Isfiel about the interesting things he encountered in the hotel where he used to work. Although he was talking most of the time, he felt a lot more at ease when he could occasionally hear Isfiel's faint answer.
Buzhi.
He heard a very slight crack from Locketini's feet.
Shi Feixia regained his spirits, took off the brooch, and approached the white rigid black saliva on his feet.
It didn't move.
"It looks like plaster now, can it be chiseled?"
Isfiel said, "Are you afraid of stink?"
Feixia said, "I'm afraid."
"Find something to cover your nose."
Shi Feixia touched left and right for a while, but couldn't find anything, so he could only ask, "Can you cover it with your hands?"
"casual."
"Can you chisel?"
"Um."
Shi Feixia pinpointed the position, took the brooch, covered his nose with one hand, and lifted the stone with the other and slashed it down heavily.
Click.
The white and black saliva split into two halves, and a strong stench instantly leaked out from the gap.
Rao is that Shi Feixia was mentally prepared, he had already covered his nose, but he was still choked up by the smoke.
Locketini was probably woken up by the vibration on his feet, but before he opened his eyes, he was fainted by the stench again.
Shi Feixia retreated a long way back, making sure that the stench was no longer so heavy, then let go of his hand and said to the brooch, "Okay, it's cracked, what should I do next?"
"Leave the forest."
Shi Feixia said embarrassedly, "Is it helpful to get out of here by digging that thing out?"
"No."
"..." Feixia jumped up and said, "Then why did you let me cut it open?"
"Didn't you want to save him? If you don't drive it out of the spell initiator's body, the initiator disappears when the spell of the Lost Forest disappears."
Feixia said, "Then what should I do now?"
"Tell me when his feet are completely free of black saliva."
"Why?" he asked, but Isfiel stopped talking.
Shi Feixia had no choice but to cover his nose in resignation and go back.
The stench had been dissipating for a while, but it wasn't as strong as it had been at the beginning.
He picked up a twig and shoved the black saliva away from Locketini's feet.
Because Locketini was in a coma, he finally had to put down his hands, hold his breath, hold his feet and slowly lift them up in order to get the black saliva pressed by his calves out.
By the time everything was cleaned up, nearly an hour had passed.
Shi Feixia threw away the branches, squatted on the ground and exhaled, "Okay."
"Put the ruby on the ground."
Feixia did as she did.
"Call my name out loud."
"… Here? Why?" Just imagining this scene made him want to laugh.
Isfiel was silent.
Such silence seemed particularly suffocating in such a ferocious night.
Feixia coughed dryly, stood up, stepped back half a step, trumpeted his hands, and shouted with all his strength, "Isfiel!"
The ruby suddenly radiated an extremely dazzling blood-red light, dyeing everything in his sight crimson.
Shi Feixia couldn't help but not turn his head to avoid the strong light. After a while, the light gradually softened, and he turned his head.
In mid-air, under the wings, Isfiel looked at him blankly.