Chapter 679

In the forest, a group of people gathered around the sleeping beauty and waited with bated breath. They looked at her without blinking and didn't want to let go of any movement.

"Huh?" Arlo let out a gentle nasal sound, slowly opened her eyes, looked around in confusion, her eyes stayed on Mary Pherson, her arms raised her upper body, "fairy godmother, how did I fall asleep?"

"Dumb! Dumb! " The crow flew over and shouted excitedly around Arlo. His voice was very noisy, but no one cared about him.

"You wake up, my lovely little monster!" Mary Pherson hugged Arlo tightly, and a teardrop flowed from the corner of her eyes, but there was a smile in the bottom of her eyes.

"You've just been cursed. Only the kiss of true love can wake you up." The elf flew excitedly to tell her the story after she fell asleep.

"Curse, kiss of true love?" Arlo took Mary Pherson's arm and came down from the magic flying carpet. She looked at the elf in surprise. "So, I met my true love?"

Arlo's expectant eyes moved around, and finally turned around between the elf and the woman and landed on gray.

After all, he is the only man here. Who does he look at?

Is my true love gray? I feel a little sudden. Although he looks good, will he be too fast? It's only a few days!

Arlo's heart was pounding and her white face was tinged with crimson.

Gray found that she looked different and knew that she might have misunderstood. Originally, this misunderstanding should be loved by men.

But as a gentleman, his majesty, unwilling to take the credit of others, hurriedly said, "it's not the true love between men and women, it's the true love between godmother and goddaughter, it's Mary fisson who woke you up, not me."

With these words, Grayton found that he had achieved unprecedented peace and felt as comfortable as doing another great good.

I'm really a good man who doesn't seek fame and profit! Gray silently praised himself.

Arlo was disappointed. Gray was also handsome, handsome and powerful. He felt like a fairy godmother. He was mysterious and attractive.

But she soon put away this disappointment. The girl has some good feelings for handsome people, but it's bullshit to say that it's love.

After Arlo and Mary Pherson hugged each other deeply, gray took out the wooden needle he got from her. "Arlo, where did you get this?"

"It was in the fruit basket before, and some of the fruit was taken away." Arlo thought for a moment and replied that she remembered very well what had just happened.

The fruit that appeared in the fruit basket was eaten by several people.

This was no information at all, and gray didn't continue to ask. Arlo couldn't know more. She didn't investigate who put the wooden needle in.

Curses can't be made out of nothing. Either they curse an animal to put something in, or they drive an elf to do it. Those disappeared fruits are proof.

If the elves did it, let the elves ask one by one to get the answer, but gray won't let her do it.

Firstly, the elf will be very tired. Secondly, even if he knows that it is done by an elf, it is probably not the original intention of the elf, but driven by the curse, and he may not even know it.

If it is done by small animals, there is no need to check. There is nothing to find out at all.

And now this has been very good, is a good result, there is no need to destroy everyone's happy mood!

The curse was solved without danger, the atmosphere in the forest became active again, the birthday party continued, and Mary Pherson and Arlo became closer and more natural and harmonious.

Arlo is grateful to the fairy godmother for saving herself and for her true love for herself, while Mary fisson put down some things so that she can treat Arlo with an ordinary heart.

No guilt, no resentment, let everything in the past drift with the wind, regard her as her own family, and give her family warmth and love.

"The master is really good. He did another good deed." Carlisle came to him slightly drunk and said with a smile.

"Of course, I've always been a good man!" His majesty accepted the praise of the witch without modesty.

Gray drank fruit wine, ate wild fruits and quietly enjoyed the performances of the elves.

In the castle, Stephen, dressed in armor and holding a long sword, looked quietly at the forest in the distance.

He is waiting for someone. He believes she will come.

Come on, today is the time to settle your grievances. Either you die or I die.

Stephen believes that Mary fisson is definitely not her opponent. Even if she has magic, she is not a vegetarian.

For today, he has prepared for 16 years. Even the entrance of the castle is covered with iron thorns, just like the thorny wall made by Mary fisson, which he specially deals with Mary fisson.

Mary fisson can't touch iron. Once she touches it, her body will be injured.

In addition to this, he also prepared a large number of weapons and trained a large number of soldiers.

As long as Mary fisson dares to come, he will let her have no return and completely solve the resentment between them.

In this way, Stephen waited until late at night, but he didn't see Mary Pherson. He felt a sense of humiliation when he was fooled, and a sense of anger when his plan failed and he punched out in the air.

His anger rolled in his chest. Stephen angrily pulled out his long sword and chopped it on the shelf, which was made of wood.

"Your Majesty, it's late at night. The person you're waiting for shouldn't come." The general who protected him spoke.

The person looking for the princess has not received any news so far. Maybe the princess has already suffered an accident, and it is normal for Mary fisson not to come.

"No way, she will come." Stephen roared angrily, "Mary Pherson, do you want to sneak on us when we have a rest? No way, I won't let you succeed. "

"Everyone cheer me up. Mary fisson will come. I will catch her, humiliate her severely, and return the shame she has brought me ten times and a hundred times."

Stephen looked excited, with bloodshot eyes. If he was crazy, he decided that Mary Pherson would come and she would take revenge.

She will come and must come. If she doesn't come, why does she prepare so many things for herself, won't it become a joke.

By this time, his thinking Mary fisson had closed her wings on the grass and slept sweetly.

And his daughter, who he thought had suffered an accident, also slept in a rattan house not far from Mary fisson, surrounded by an evil witch.

On the tree, gray looked at the elves living in the bird's nest, covered himself with a blanket, arranged a temporary border to prevent the blanket from being blown away and slept.