Chapter 2465

Looking at the scene in her childhood memory, Rowling was filled with emotion.

In her memory, although her father is not strong, he is very responsible and willing to give everything for his family. His image is very great. However, seeing the unbearable side of her father in her memory and hearing the evaluation of poachers from the elves, Rowling only felt that her impression was collapsing.

"How could this happen..."

Rowling murmured, her heart full of confusion.

"What's the matter?" Perceiving her doubts, maisica asked on her own initiative.

"In my memory, my father is not that kind of person..." she said sadly. On this trip, she failed to find the truth that awakened her will, but found such an unbearable scene, which also depressed her will.

"What does it matter?" Messika shrugged and didn't take Rowling's problem to heart. "Your father is not a righteous man, just an ordinary man with original sin. You don't have to blame him. I've met countless human beings, but only a few righteous people."

When Rowling was about to say something, maisica said, "besides, he did it for you and rod. Did he ever owe you? Do you want to ignore his love for you because of the judgment of good and evil in your heart?"

Rowling was slightly stunned, but saw Clayton in her memory. She picked up the baby boy with the blood line extending between her eyebrows, kissed him on the forehead, then laughed and left her injury behind her: "great, you saved me, especially you, rod."

Looking at her father's happy smile, Rowling looked suddenly at this moment. She just felt that the problem that had been bothering her was finally solved.

In the battle of bulakada, Rowling rarely tried her best to urge the power of the prophecy card. Looking at the undead killing mage under rod, she couldn't help it. She didn't think it was right to do so. Then she came up with the idea of returning to the rear Sao city to escape the war.

At this moment, Rowling's heart was finally relieved. Just like in the mouth of those elves, her father is just a mean poacher. Finally, she needs women and children and the pity of the elves to escape punishment, but he is always Rowling's father, who Rowling has always trusted and brought warmth and laughter to the family.

By now, his father Clayton had already died, but his soul seemed to remain with Rowling. To be exact, it came to another person, rod.

Thinking of rod, Rowling's heart beat slightly. She was also hated by the world and did injustice. Rod, like her father, never owed her. Even if Rowling was preparing for war negatively, he didn't blame her, but let her take action by herself.

I don't know when, Rowling's eyes moistened. Even with the sense of kinship, she never seemed to understand her brother. At this critical moment, she couldn't fight side by side with him. The next time she sees rod, she must hold him and cry.

The baby's laughter interrupted Rowling's thoughts. She saw her as a baby, looking at the distant wisdom tree and giggling. The wisdom tree heard the baby's laughter, and the old face on the bark also showed a wrinkled smile like a chrysanthemum:

"Aha, lovely baby, do you like me very much? Then let me teach you the knowledge accumulated over the years. I hope wisdom can grow with you."

As the voice of the wisdom tree fell, the starlight penetrated the shelter of the branches and leaves, sprinkled from the top of the dense trees, and immediately shrouded Rowling, with mysterious runes looming.

Mr. and Mrs. Clayton trembled and dared not act rashly. They didn't understand what the action of the wisdom tree meant. Were they going to go back and kill them? The baby boy's performance was more sluggish. He sucked the saliva at the corner of his mouth, and only baby Rowling giggled.

"That's..."

Rowling looked at this scene with her mouth open. She couldn't believe her eyes. She was taught by the wisdom tree.

Even Messika showed an unexpected look: "you're lucky. Generally speaking, even if you take out rich gold coins and gemstones, the wisdom tree won't look at you more. They will only pass on the knowledge accumulated over the years to the creatures they like."

Shrouded in the mysterious light, baby Rowling curiously stretched out her hand to catch the mystical Rune circulating in the starlight, but she caught an empty space. It was not a real magic rune, but just a trace of mysticism.

At this moment, there was an unexpected scene for Rowling. After the baby Rowling failed to grasp the rune, her eyes turned and finally looked straight at the two people who were away from the past.

"Can she see us?" Asked maisica suspiciously.

"How do I know?" Rowling scratched her head. She still wanted to ask maisica this question.

"Even a female dragon can't perceive the power of the past. I don't have a reason to go back to the past." Maixijia frowned and said in some doubt, "maybe the power of the wisdom tree has affected the ability of time and space backtracking, but it doesn't make sense..."

Even the knowledgeable maisiga made a mistake at this moment and didn't understand what happened.

Rowling didn't think so much. She looked at the baby's eyes as if she had seen herself in the past.

Baby Rowling blinked and didn't seem to understand why there were two more people on one side out of thin air, and one of them had a breath that she wanted to be close to, but she still stretched out her young palm towards Rowling.

In the dark, Rowling felt something, and she trembled and stretched out her hand to the baby.

The frozen touch came over. The baby's young palm wrapped Rowling's two fingers firmly. That was the first time Rowling had a real touch in the process of time and space backtracking, and the object of the touch source was herself.

"Not good!"

At this time, the whole world shook, the sky was torn apart by an unknown force, and the earth was broken. But for Rowling and maisiga, the people next to them didn't seem to be aware of what had happened. They still looked at the baby girl with worried eyes.

Messika pulled over Rowling and warned, "the power of time and space backtracking is disintegrating. The power belonging to the holy female dragon is out of control. We'd better leave here quickly, otherwise unimaginable things will happen."

With that, she urged the power of the prophecy card and twisted a portal to return to reality. In Rowling's puzzled and reluctant eyes, she took her shuttle away. The baby girl who stayed in place was stunned for a moment, and then remembered this scene in the deepest part of her heart.