Chapter 663

"I came with gray!" The elf flew to Gray's shoulder, tilted his head and said lovably.

"This is little jasmine, an elf. I'm gray. I'm a human magician who pursues truth and a tourist all over the world." Gray introduced little Molly and made a simple self introduction by the way.

Mary fisson's eyes always stopped on the elf. When she heard his words, she said her name without expression, "Mary fisson!"

"Little Molly, how can you follow him, follow a... Human?" Mary Pherson looked at the elf and then glanced at gray with a strange look.

"Gray is fine. Why don't you follow gray?" Little jasmine asked strangely.

"Of course it's because I'm handsome and kind?" Gray also said naturally, "otherwise, do you think anyone who sees a guy with demon horn fighting with a dragon will help you without hesitation?"

Mary fisson stopped talking. Her prejudice against human beings made her unable to understand why little Molly followed gray, but she also knew that it was better not to say anything at this time.

This man is not his enemy, but his benefactor. He doesn't have to transfer his resentment against others to him. He needs to restrain himself.

Therefore, it's not difficult for him to help himself. It's a big deal. Finally, give him Moore forest, which can be regarded as a reward for his saving his life.

As for whether he won't, it's impossible. Men are all virtue. If such a big elf kingdom is given to him, he must be happy and jump up happily.

Those human kings tried to occupy Moore forest, and no one would be unwilling.

"I'll do it myself!" Mary fisson looked at him with a faint firmness in her tired eyes.

"Here you are!" Gray doesn't care. Since you want to do it yourself, try it.

Anyway, according to his examination, Mary fisson's current physical condition is very bad. It's hard to say whether she can afford a spoon or not?

The spoon was handed to Mary fisson. Gray didn't pass the soup bowl. It was the broth he had made. Now there was only a small pot left. She couldn't turn it over and waste it.

She stretched out her hand hard, and her muscles were shaking. It felt like sleeping, her arm was numb, she couldn't use her strength, her fingers couldn't control, but she still insisted on working normally with this hand.

Gray looked a little uncomfortable for her.

"It's as slow as a snail. Are you sure you don't want my help?"

"No, I can!" Mary fisson clenched her teeth and continued to reach out like a snail. One corner of her head began to tremble with her body, and her face became more pale.

"I'm really afraid of you." Gray sighed and shouted out, "Carlisle, come in and help this noble Queen."

"No, I can do it myself!" Mary fisson was stubborn like a cow and refused to compromise.

Outside, Carlisle didn't make a sound. Gray felt it. Carlisle was on the lawn outside, only a hundred meters away from here, so he wouldn't be unable to hear him.

Seeing this, gray punished Carlisle with a contract, and then looked at Mary fisson's efforts faintly.

Finally, a minute after gray held the bowl, Mary fisson finally touched the spoon with her finger.

A smile flashed by. Mary fisson struggled to hold the spoon, then scooped a spoon with deformed and clumsy movements, ready to send it to her mouth.

But because the arm was weak and sour, the broth was directly sprinkled on the rattan bed before it was sent to the mouth. The broth flowed down from the gap, leaving only minced meat on it.

"Forget it, I won't feed you either." Gray shook his head, cleaned the rattan bed with a wave of his hand, and gently put the broth in front of Mary Pherson.

A glimmer of fear flashed in Mary Pherson's eyes. She was not a God, and her indifferent appearance was not all of her, so she would also be afraid, afraid of death.

Normally, no one wants to die, and so does Mary fisson.

Even if she didn't want to fight and die with the enemy, she couldn't help it, but if she starved to death because of face, she would certainly be laughed at by everyone. She would.

"Please help me!" Mary fisson let out her breath and whispered like mosquitoes and flies.

Gray looked at her and didn't ask if she was sure she wanted to help. He knew that if he asked, Mary fisson would really choose not to eat and wouldn't speak again.

She took back the spoon from Mary Pherson and gave her a spoon.

"Little Molly, little Molly!" There was a voice outside. The spirit was whispering to her.

Little Molly flew up from Gray's shoulder and out of the door.

Mary feisen turned her eyes and looked at it. She was so frightened that the elves outside suddenly scattered like birds and animals, and gave up a large piece of grass in an instant.

"Flowers?" Mary Pherson suddenly straightened her eyes and stared at the flowers on the grass outside in a daze.

How long has she not seen such a scene of red flowers, green grass and flowers everywhere?

Since then, I have changed, and then the moor forest has changed. The vegetation is covered with a layer of haze, the flowers wither, and the elves begin to fear her and stay away from her.

"Is it because I've lost my strength that I'm back outside?" Mary fisson suddenly said sadly. As soon as she woke up, she found that her strength had disappeared, just like a spring dried up, and there would be no new strength.

When their own strength disappears, the original prosperity is restored outside, which shows that because they have changed, Moore forest has deteriorated, they have lost their strength, and Moore forest has changed back to its former appearance.

In other words, I hurt the Moore forest and the elves. I changed from the protector of the forest to the villain who hurt the forest. I hate the most.

Mary fisson didn't find that when she lost her strength, her mentality also changed.

She would never have thought of this before. She would only take it for granted. She was the queen of Moore forest. She wanted it to be what it should be.

"It's not you, it's me who dispelled some bad breath underground. It has nothing to do with you." Gray, tell the truth.

"In other words, even if I lost my strength, the Moore forest did not change back. Without you, the Moore forest would become a dark forest forever?" Mary fisson is in a worse mood.

"Can you stop thinking so much at dinner?" Gray couldn't think of anything to comfort her, so he directly interrupted her thoughts and put a spoonful of broth on her mouth, waiting for her to drink.

Mary fisson habitually opened her mouth to catch the broth, and her sad mood was interrupted.

"Why did you do that?" She asked softly.

"Is it comfortable to live in a gloomy environment all day?" Gray frowned at her. "I'm not feeling well anyway, and neither are the elves."

Mary feisen was silent and wanted to say that she didn't mean to blame him for turning the forest back. Instead, she thanked him for correcting her mistakes, but she couldn't say anything, so she had to be silent.