The weak girl was forcibly pulled onto the flying carpet by the big man. The flying carpet broke off the ground and flew towards the forest.

"So anxious?" The girl was startled. If Duval hadn't stood beside her, she would have thought she had met a bad man.

"I'm very worried. Mary fisson misses you very much. She can't eat any more. She's much thinner when she's hungry." Gray said with certainty.

"Oh, let's hurry up. I'm going to see my godmother!" Arlo was soon attracted by the flying carpet. She lay on the edge of the flying carpet and looked carefully below. She forgot that she couldn't report to her three aunts.

"You say you are a traveler. Do you have anything interesting?" The girl looked back innocently, "books and travel notes are OK. I heard that you all like to write down things during the journey and then go to other places to sing."

"You're talking about a bard." Gray was speechless. He didn't have the hobby of recording the pretend stories on his journey.

"What is a traveler?"

"Play everywhere, participate in interesting things, and then become a member of the story, or even the protagonist of the story. You don't have to tell others. Just be happy. This kind of person is called a traveler." Gray explained carefully.

"Do you have anything interesting?" Regardless of the difference between the two, the girl wants to hear a story.

The furthest time she went out, she was still curious about what was opposite the cliff. As a result, she made a detour to the entrance of the forest. Later, she was brought back to Moore forest by the fairy godmother.

I haven't been to other places once, so I'm very curious about the anecdotes of other places.

Moreover, this man is not only good-looking, but also a traveler who travels everywhere. There must be a lot of stories to hear!

Gray looked at her deeply and coughed gently. "Then I'll tell you a story I heard. I think it's very educational."

"Good!" Arlo sat upright and showed a serious attitude of listening to the story.

"On the vast land, there are two neighboring countries, one is the human kingdom 'only one' Kingdom, and the other is the elf kingdom 'silly white sweet' Kingdom."

Arlo raised her eyebrows. The two kingdoms sounded a little familiar.

"In the elf Kingdom, there is a beautiful fairy. She lives on a big tree on a high mountain. She flies down from the mountain every morning and greets every elf she meets. She is warm and kind. She is a real fairy."

"Until one day, a loser boy broke into the forest. The fairy was very curious about human beings and played with him enthusiastically. They became friends without accident."

"Wait, what is a loser boy?" The studious girl raised her hand to ask questions and showed strong curiosity about unknown words.

"That's what ordinary teenagers mean." Gray glared at her discontentedly, "don't interrupt!"

Arlo nodded carefully to show you to continue. I stopped talking.

"Since then, as long as there is time, teenagers will come to the forest to play with fairies, and their feelings are becoming deeper and deeper."

The girl nodded secretly, her heart filled with joy. It seems to be a beautiful love story. It's good.

The girl is also at the age of Huaichun and likes love stories.

"Until one day, the young man no longer entered the forest, and the fairy never saw him again. She looked out from the forest many times and couldn't wait for the person who wanted to wait."

The girl exclaimed, and the smile that had just appeared involuntarily disappeared. Her little hands were tangled together and said nervously“ What happened to him? Maybe he is ill. Why doesn't the fairy go to the human kingdom to see him? "

"Why not die?" Gray stared at her angrily. Before he said a few words, you would interrupt me. Don't go on with this little story. The number of words in water will be scolded.

"Dead? How? " The girl's big eyes were full of surprise and pity. At the beginning, she felt that the boy and the fairy should be together.

"Of course not. If you interrupt me again, we will acquiesce that he is dead and the story is over."

"Sorry!" Arlo apologized decisively. It's good if she didn't die. There must be a reversal in the back. The two people must be together.

Gray nodded gently, warned her, and continued: "the king of the human kingdom is old. He urgently wants to do something and leave a good reputation for himself, so he focuses on the elf kingdom that human beings have not yet set foot in."

"Does he want to occupy the elf kingdom?" The girl was surprised and hurriedly covered her mouth without blurting out.

"As long as he occupies the elf Kingdom, he will become a great pioneering monarch of the human kingdom. Therefore, he led the army to approach the forest and wanted to take the forest as his own."

"At this time, the once fairy has grown up and become the guardian of the elf Kingdom, leading the elves against the invaders."

"The boy will certainly appear. Help the fairy fight the enemy." The girl thought to herself that there was a scene in her mind that a tall and handsome man came out to save the forest.

"When she grows up, the fairy is beautiful and powerful. Her wings are strong and powerful. She can take her to a height of 10000 meters, and can also set off a strong wind to blow people away, becoming her powerful weapon.

So the king lost miserably. When he went back, he fell ill, but he was unwilling. He clearly wanted to become a great monarch. How could he be defeated by a winged goblin?

So he told everyone that as long as someone killed the fairy, he would give the throne to that person.

At this time, the former youth has become a youth and a secretary around the king, which is the result of his efforts in recent years.

Once a young man loved wealth and power. He wanted to live in a tall castle.

So he was moved. He went back to the forest and called out to the fairy. The fairy was very happy about his arrival and didn't take any precautions against him. He thought his good friend had come back again.

Unfortunately, the young man said false sweet words to confuse the fairy, and then gave her a potion to let the fairy fall into a deep sleep. "

In Arlo's eyes, there was a feeling of fear, staring anxiously at gray, hoping that he would stop talking, or change the ending.

"In the face of the sleeping fairy, the young man took out the prepared knife and rowed at the fairy's neck for a long time, but he didn't stab it after all."

Arlo breathed a long sigh of relief. 'I knew he wouldn't do it.'

Then he heard gray continue to say, "the fairy woke up the next day and didn't find the figure of the young man, and there was a piercing pain behind her. She wanted to fly, but her wings were gone, leaving only two bloody wounds."

Arlo covered his mouth in horror and was shocked. How could it be like this? The end of the story shouldn't be like this.

"The young man returned to the castle and offered his wings to the king, saying that he had killed the fairy, and the king married his daughter to the young man as agreed and passed the throne to him.

The fairy who lost her wings could no longer fly. She saved a crow caught by a hunter and made it her own wings. "

Arlo couldn't help looking at Duval. She felt familiar at the beginning of the story, and the fairy godmother once said that she also had a pair of powerful wings, so is this really the fairy godmother's story.

It turned out that the king in the castle betrayed the fairy godmother and exchanged her wings for the throne. It's shameless.

Gray said and stopped. Why did she say that?

Of course, it's to favor Mary Pherson and help the princess recognize the truth in advance, and what king Stephen did is really shameful.

Although from the perspective of human rationality, he is right even if he killed Mary fisson, no matter what means, because occupying the rich and fertile forest is good for human beings.

But from a perceptual point of view, this is a complete scum, more scum than his majesty.

So for his majesty, he naturally prefers the kind-hearted, beautiful and sexy elves, the kind of bearded uncle, insidious and ruthless, and the devil stands for him.