Facing Yalanlan's penetrating and penetrating eyes, the little ghost didn't know what kind of nerve she had, but she didn't even notice the slightest bit of pressure. After pondering for a moment, she politely gave a gentle half-bow.

"Xiaofan actually said this, well, Xiaoyalandlan, thank you."

"puff--!!"

I just drank a sip of tea, and the next moment it all spurted out.

Little...little Yalandlan?!!

You guys, your words should depend on the occasion.

Just when I was about to pounce on him, I gave this little fool a sharp blow on his forehead, and a sudden change occurred.

A ray of light seemed to flash through Yalandlan's unfathomable eyes. In the next moment, a white halo of light containing powerful energy suddenly burst out from the little ghost, blowing a huge wave in the small room.

The storm, tables, chairs, bookshelves, books, and scrolls were all blown into the air.

What happened?

After the storm passed, looking at the messy scene in the house, we all froze and stared blankly at the little ghost who was confronting Yalandlan.

With her feet off the ground, she floated quietly in the mid-air, her whole body exuding a richer and more sacred white light than usual. Her beautiful, hip-length moonlight hair moved automatically without wind, dancing lightly in the mid-air like an elf.

The silver eyes, full of wisdom, calmness, elegance, nobility and holiness, looked at each other without giving in to Yalandlan's sharp eyes that had experienced thousands of years of wind and rain and seemed to see through all the reality and reality in the world.

At this moment, the little ghost is like the arrival of a saint. No, it should be said that she is a saint in the first place.

What was the reason that inspired the little ghost's "inside" side, causing her to appear in front of Arlandran as a true saint and confront him.

The hand holding the tea cup tightened slightly, and I continued to observe the two people calmly. Arturia next to me seemed to have the same idea - the relationship between the thousand-year-old elder of the elves and the ten thousand-year saint of the former Vatican.

The momentum has formed a strong aura, which makes us feel that we cannot intervene and can only let the two people evolve the matter.

However, I am very confident about the little ghost's "inside" side, even more confident than Yalandlan.

What seemed like a long time, but also seemed like just a moment, under our nervous eyes, the two monsters facing each other finally made some movement.

"Why do you want to peek into my future?"

The cherry lips trembled slightly, as if a solemn and holy voice came from the distant heaven, with a beautiful melody that could baptize the soul, slowly sounded from the mouth of the little ghost, and the lingering sound continued to echo in the small room, and then disappeared, but

But the aura of solemnity and holiness still continued to impact everyone's nerves, and that undeniable will. If the target's strength and will were a little weaker, I'm afraid he would want to take out his heart and let the little ghost see it clearly.

Of course, it was impossible for Yalandlan to be impressed by the little ghost's temperament and momentum, but she, who had been wronged first, also showed an unprecedented low profile at this time. Under the solemn gaze of the little ghost, she stood up,

Lower your head slightly.

"Dear Your Highness the Saint, you are right. This is my arrogance and arrogance. I am willing to accept any reasonable punishment."

"Grandma Yalandlan..."

Artoria looked at Arlandran with slightly surprised eyes.

As the supreme elder of the elves, Yalandlan has never put on any airs, so while being respected by countless elves, he is also very friendly.

However, this does not mean that Yalandan can bow her head at will. As the spiritual leader of the elves, her bowing her head means that hundreds of millions of elves are bowing their heads. Therefore, even if Yalandan wants to do this, she has to consider it.

to all consequences.

Therefore, from the first time she saw Arlanda until now, this was the first time Artoria saw Arlanda bow her head and apologize.

Faced with Yalandan's lowered head, the little ghost did not answer immediately. His body exuding a sacred halo floated quietly in the air, looking down at Yalandan. After a long time, he slowly spoke.

"Yalandlan, I know you are not malicious, but you are thinking about the future of the mainland."

The holy and solemn voice echoed in the hut and in everyone's ears.

"However, the life and death of the mainland has nothing to do with me, so this is the first and last time. I hope you will stop peeking into my future."

After she finished speaking, she didn't wait for Yalandlan's reaction, her floating body turned slightly at an angle, and flew towards me.

"Xiaofan~~"

Holding her arms and rubbing them gently in her arms, the little saint sighed comfortably.

"Idiot, isn't it just that the future will be watched a little bit? I have been watched countless times by Akela and Lena (even though it has no effect), so why make a fuss about it."

Although I have faced the saintly side of the little ghost more than once, the moment she came over, I was still stunned for a moment, and then I gently picked up the holy and delicate body in my arms.

"Because my future..."

In my arms, that beautiful face that was both holy and solemn, like a dream, was gently raised, gently and quietly staring at my face, and stretched out slender jade fingers to caress it gently.

.

"Because only Xiaofan can decide my future, and my future only belongs to Xiaofan."

"What an idiot."

I was so moved that I didn’t know what to say. I could only gently grab her little hand that was caressing my cheek playfully, and kept murmuring. After a while, I found that the little saint in my arms had stopped moving.

He lowered his head in surprise, immediately dumbfounded.

This little guy actually fell asleep again.

"Then, Grandma Yalandan, let's take our leave first."

A moment later, holding the sleeping little ghost in our arms, Arturia and I said goodbye to Arlandran, who looked tired, and then gently closed the door.

Speaking of which, what did Yalandlan call the little ghost just now? It seemed to be Her Royal Highness the Saint, was it my imagination? I didn't remember telling her the little ghost's identity as a saint.

Inside the door, looking at the messy hut, Yalandan stood stunned. Suddenly, crystal tears fell from her old face full of old wrinkles.

How many years have passed? Tears are so far away for Yalandlan. How many decades? A hundred years? Hundreds of years?

But at this moment, she couldn't help but shed tears of joy.

"How many years~~"

A voice full of vicissitudes of life slowly sounded from her mouth.

"I didn't expect... I didn't expect that this old bone of mine would be able to see again..."

With slightly trembling steps, she came to the wall, stretched out her old hand, and touched the wall, which was also the inside of the crystal tree, gently.

"Is this good? Great Elder..."

Jeluka, who was standing quietly at the side, suddenly spoke, with a calm expression on her pretty face. If someone saw her, she would jump in shock and shout that there is a ghost.

Of all the people, even Artoria doesn't understand what the Crystal Tree actually represents, and Jeluka doesn't know it very well, but only vaguely knows it, so she also knows the importance of this decision made by Arlandran.

"It's okay...it's okay..."

Yalandlan lowered his head and said softly.
Chapter completed!