Chapter 665

"Gray, we've got a lot of potions again. Look!"

Several elves flew out of the woods like offering treasure and flew excitedly in front of him. One of them held a magic medicine and showed it to gray as if he couldn't wait for her praise. It was very cute.

"Well done, thank you!" Gray smiled, touched the heads of some elves and took the potion from their hands.

"Ha ha, we... Female... Her Majesty the queen!" At this time, the elves who lacked a string saw Mary Pherson around him and quickly bowed respectfully to show their respect.

"Don't do that!" Mary Pherson gently raised her hand to get closer to the elves.

The elves trembled with fear and quickly flapped their wings and retreated a short distance.

"You go and play. I'll take your queen out for a walk. Don't care about us." Gray's tone was relaxed and completely treated these guys as children.

Mary fisson has changed a lot, but the elves don't know. They still need to take their time and don't worry if they want to treat Mary fisson as before.

"It seems that you have received a lot of potions." Mary fisson's secluded opening.

"Who was that potion for?" Gray raised his eyebrows and looked at her.

Mary fisson looked away and stopped talking about it.

She just said it casually without any other meaning, but she was refuted by gray as if she didn't allow him to collect.

Go on, every time they come to a place, the elves fly away, and then fly back after they leave.

"What have you done to them? How do you feel that all the elves are afraid of you except those tree elf soldiers? Are you the devil? " Gray teased, "don't say, you really look like a devil."

"If I were the devil, you shouldn't save me!" Mary fisson looked at him coldly and said faintly.

"I'm not a devil, I'm a dark fairy!"

In addition, Mary fisson shook off gray and strode forward. With a slope, she came to a cliff. There was a big tree at the edge of the cliff, and part of the big tree stretched out of the cliff.

She went under the tree, gently stroked the tree with her fingers, walked around the tree, and a trace of nostalgia flashed in her eyes.

After looking up for a while, Mary fisson suddenly dropped her crutch and grabbed the branch to climb up the tree.

But she was hurt and lost her strength. She didn't catch her hand when she climbed halfway and fell directly.

Gray stepped forward and caught it easily. "If you climb a little further, you'll look good."

Further ahead, there is a cliff below. When you fall down, you go straight down.

"Let go of me!" Even if she was held by the princess, Mary Pherson's expression was still calm. A face calmly made gray doubt whether she had maintained this expression for too long, so this face was solidified and could be taken off as a mask.

Hearing her words, gray followed suit and quickly released her hand. Mary fisson fell directly and landed on the grass below.

He was not afraid of hurting her. The moor forest was lush and the grass here was very soft. Mary fisson fell from this height and her ass hurt at most.

A sullen look flashed in Mary Pherson's eyes. She clearly asked her to put herself down rather than let him go directly. However, he pretended not to understand and directly released his hand.

This man is too careful! Mary fisson gave her evaluation in her heart.

But the soft grass under her body is quite comfortable. She has the idea of lying down and sleeping.

When she got up from the grass, Mary fisson was not discouraged and continued to climb the tree.

"Why do you have to go up?" Gray looked at the woman who was too tired to climb half way and asked puzzled.

Mary Pherson exhaled, let herself fall, and was caught by gray.

She didn't ask him to let go again. Her beautiful eyes stared at a position of the tree and spoke in a nostalgic tone, "a long time ago, I slept on it every day. The scenery on it is very beautiful."

"Don't you fall down when you sleep on it?" Gray was curious, took Mary fisson step by step, stopped where her eyes fell, put her carefully on it, and then sat down himself.

"At that time, I had wings. Even if I fell, I could fly." Mary fisson sat down comfortably against a branch.

"Moreover, we elves are close to nature and generally don't turn over when we sleep."

Mary fisson's expression was a little proud, then she seemed to think of something, and her mood fell down again.

Gray looked at her back and didn't ask her why her wings didn't exist. "I can lend you a pair of wings. Do you want to try?"

"Excuse me? How can I borrow it? " Mary fisson became interested and looked at him curiously.

Gray felt out some materials, rubbed his hands, and the fire flashed in his hands. After a while, he turned them into something like clay, and then began to pinch his hands.

Before long, a pair of golden wings appeared in his hand.

He breathed into the wing, which zoomed in quickly and landed on Mary fisson's back.

Mary feisen turned her head and saw that a pair of huge golden wings had appeared on her back. With her heart moving, the wings opened and touched the branches and leaves of the tree.

Making sure the wings could move, Mary fisson took a deep breath and jumped straight down from the tree.

The wings vibrated, and Mary Pherson flew up, with an undisguised expression of surprise on her face.

Her wings fluttered angrily. She dived down, skimmed over the water, aroused waves, then flew over the flowers, over the woods, and finally rose into the sky and went up to the sky.

"Not strong enough!" Mary Pherson said softly that it was easy for her to do these movements with her wings, but now she feels very hard.

I don't feel like I can't fly up yet.

Suddenly, a feeling of weakness invaded her whole body, and Mary fisson felt that she had returned to the feeling she had felt in the hospital bed before. She had no strength all over, let alone vibrating her wings.

Mary fisson's wings stopped vibrating and the whole person began to fall freely from high altitude.

Gray's fingers moved. The wings behind her wrapped her into a golden egg, stopped the falling trend and flew to gray.

Jumping down from the tree, gray took the golden eggs to the grass.

The wing returned to her back, and Mary fisson collapsed on the grass and didn't move.

"This wants to go to heaven?" Gray looked at her funny. She didn't have any points. Now she is a sick man, and her strength is lost. Her wings are still magic props made by herself.

It's a little whimsical to rely on this to go to heaven.

"Don't fly so high in the future. This is not a real wing. I won't be there next time you fall down." Gray warned.

Mary fisson's eyes moved and didn't speak. After a while, she sat up hard, her golden wings stretched out in front of her, and one hand stroked gently, "I like black wings."

"I like golden wings." Gray shrugged, put his palm under the sun and opened his fingers. "It's like the sun in the sky, warm and comfortable."