Chapter 61: Holy flower, the transmission of love

　　 The little knight walked into Zemor’s residence, awakened by the sound of footsteps.
　　 She was stunned for a moment, and slowly, little by little, she let out a howl of pain, as if the painful memories in her heart crushed her like a raging tide.
　　 "Ahhhhh... this world, this cruel and sinful world. Why should I wake up, why should I persist?"
　　 Ze Moore looked down at the little knight, his piercing and cold eyes seemed to pass through the mask, mixed with sorrowful frost.
"Little guy, the tragedy you know must be far less than mine. I really love yin and yang, and there will never be another day. My love has been dead for a long time, lying in a distant place, buried. Buried among the people she hates. , They don’t recognize our union and reject me... this outsider."
　　 The little knight raised his head and listened quietly.
　　 In his silence, there seemed to be a kind of implicit encouragement. The gray mourner felt a look of pity. This kind of innocence was like the warm sun of melting snow in winter, and her heart was both excited and sad.
　　 "Is this all right?...Oh, oh. Can I make a request? Can I trouble you?"
　　 The little knight nodded slightly.
"Stranger, can you give me a gift in front of her grave? The gift is small, but the journey is long. She rests in her family, near the queen's green garden. Can you do it? Maybe it's impossible. Mission?"
　　 She muttered to herself, "Am I crazy? Strangers who are willing to accept this kind of request will have a kindness that is almost forgotten."
　　 The gray mourner took out a small flower from under his robe, cherished and sad, the small flower fluttered slightly, fresh and tender, unbearable in the wind, bright but not charming.
　　 is like a bell under the eaves of an ancient temple.
　　 The little knight took over Xiao Hua, he felt the powerful force hidden in it, and carried the thickest emotions with the most delicate things. This was love.
"Stranger, you promised me a favor that can be met but never asked for. This is my last request, and I will not ask for more. You have to offer the flower of the Holy Spirit. This flower is rare and delicate, and unique. You must be good Cherish it and treat it as your own heart. If you are injured while carrying the sacred flower, or if you want to take a bumpy journey by transporting the beast, then it will be destroyed. Her grave is overgrown by the queen In the middle of the plant’s mansion. Surrounded by her people, they will be hostile to your intrusion. Be careful. My hopes and eager expectations are pinned on you, and I hope to give me a little comfort. "
　　 The little knight set off.
　　 hike through most of the holy nest.
　　The resting place.
　　Blue Lake.
　　 Crossroads of infection.
　　 Fog Canyon.
　　 Queen's Garden.
　　 Kill a powerful enemy who has lost his mind.
　　 Avoid the trap.
　　His footsteps are quick and steady, with a bouquet in one hand and a sword in the other. No one can beat or stop him.
　　 Somewhere in the narrow cave in the Queen’s Garden, there is a small peachy place.
　　 The top of the cave is flooded with light, and among the painful thorns everywhere, there is a tombstone entangled by vines.
There is an inscription on 　　.
　　 "The child of the traitor is sleeping here."
　　 The little knight gently placed the flower in front of the tombstone, and the sacred flower infiltrated the earth.
　　The vines entwining the tombstone bloomed with heavy flowers, standing proudly in the wind.
　　 A thin figure appeared on the tombstone. It was a mantis tribe. She bowed her head to the little knight, and then dissipated in the vast sky.
　　 The little knight returns to the gray mourner's residence.
When she saw the little knight, she was pleasantly surprised: "Stranger, did you do it? Really? I think the cruelty of this world is hard to resist. But stranger, you have such a compassionate heart. My love is even dying. I can feel my heart in it."
Zemor leaned back contentedly, with a relaxed and free tone, "Is that right, a stranger? Can this grief end? Can I be relieved?" She sighed deeply, "Ah, love. I should end it too. ."
　　 The light from nowhere illuminates her body, and she turns into a bright, clear, clean, moving and yearning light.
　　 left a fragment of the container mask in place, and the little knight went up to pick it up and put it into his own mask.
　　 What should I do next?
　　 He doesn't know, but he knows he has someone to thank.
　　 He went to Zemor’s lover’s grave again and picked flowers from the cane next to the grave.
　　 The first one, he found Lu Zhengkang who devoured his soul in the deep nest, and gave him the flower.
　　 "What a beautiful power hidden in this flower, so pure, I like it very much, thank you."
　　 The second one, he gave it to Mrs. White.
"Ah, it gave such a precious gift, but, alas, I will not accept it. This flower does not belong to me, nor does it belong to this kingdom. It was carried by a dear and outstanding knight from a peaceful land, It took a long journey to arrive here, and there is a rare power hidden in this fragile petal. If anyone carries it with them, they must not realize its precious nature..."
　　 The third one, he gave it to one of his swordsmanship teachers, Bone Nail Master Oro. Although he expressed disdain, he secretly put the flowers in the vase after the little knight left.
　　……
　　 It's a pity that the worm elder is not there. He left with the evacuated team. After all, he is also a very life-saving worm.
　　 The evacuated team took away many old friends, and the little knight still had a lot of flowers that he could not send out, but it is estimated that he would never be able to send out.
　　 Lu Zhengkang lightly sniffed the white flowers in his hands, pinching the flower handles and turning it gently, like a small windmill, like a dream of childhood. There is beautiful light and holy light in the flower, completely deviating from the dark void.
　　 This beautiful light power is purer than radiant light~EbookFREE.me~ and more natural than the void.
　　 The little knight came to the garbage pit of the royal sewer and used a simple key to release the seeker from a dark gold coffin, and picked up the tuner that fell on the ground by the way.
　　 When the seeker woke up, the little knight gave him a flower that hadn't been sent out.
"Tribute? Ah, the reptile presents tribute to us. The rare blooming flower is small and pure. However, there is no divinity. There is no piety. But...what will the reptile want in return? Do you want to touch? Touch us thick And the shining body? Or do you want to appreciate? Appreciate our delicate faces under the mask? What a weird wish! No. No! The reptile is too presumptuous. The gift belongs to us. It is kept by us. Our secret is still to be kept. Keep it."
He babbled, "Gods. They have many appearances. So what about this flower? Fragments? Scraps? Or the waste of more stalwarts? No, no frequency. If it sings... I can't hear it either."
　　 Lu Zhengkang whispered: "Can you draw the power from it? So bright, but so incompatible with the void, maybe I should understand it from the perspective of the soul?"
　　 Lu Zhengkang lay down and fell asleep.
　　 In his dream world, under the protective layer of the outer membrane of the white container, the once golden dream arena has disappeared and turned into a black vast platform, with a black egg standing upright in the center of the platform.
　　 The total consciousness is conceived and hatched in the black egg.
　　 only waiting for an opportunity to break the shell.
Lu Zhengkang has been waiting. Now his sleep is just sleep. He hopes that he can wake up in the dream world. For this reason, he absorbs a large number of soldiers' dreams from the battlefield in the deep nest, but it is like a river flowing into the sea, memory and energy are all Being absorbed by the black egg and turned into a nutrient, in addition to increasing the total amount of his soul, there is no change.