God is a masterpiece carefully created by God. From head to toe, all hairs are exquisite, and their beauty is unrivalled.

These little animals living in the magic forest are not common even ordinary humans, so why don’t you surrender and fall to such a stunning beauty?

No one will particularly hate beautiful things unless they are mentally dark to a certain extent.

Otherwise, there would be no such thing as being fair is justice.

A little squirrel murmured, causing small animals of different races to be around, such as little white rabbit, little monkey, little sparrow...

They nodded in agreement.

"Mr. Frances is really beautiful."

"It's not like my mother's mouth, the devil looks, obviously... it's similar to Lord Stephanie."

"It is said that Lord Frances is Lord Stephanie's sister."

"But, my mother said she was a devil..."

"So Is the devil so beautiful?"

A question from the soul breaks their original fixed impression of the goddess of darkness.

Being...ah, no, being praised by a group of small animals for her beauty, Her Majesty touched her face and smiled proudly.

Open smoke.

So, Her Majesty, who was as beautiful as her appearance, had a gentle tone.

"It's really delicious, are you sure you don't want to taste it?"

That tone was similar to the big bad wolf who was seducing Little Red Riding Hood.

Little animals: "…"

I always feel something is wrong.

But, creamy mushroom soup…

I want to drink it very much.

"...But, my mother said, you can't eat anything given by strange animals casually." The little white rabbit said weakly, holding an orange carrot.

A few seconds later.

The animals present gathered around the bonfire under the tree, and each of them was given a small bowl of cream mushroom soup, and they drank it with relish and still had an unsatisfactory taste.

Her Majesty the Queen sat next to the bright and warm bonfire, feeling the kindness and love from the little animals, and the divine power slowly but reviving little by little in her body. The eyes of the little animals who were burying their heads and drinking soup and licking bowls were filled with... kindness.

Love like an old mother.

After adjusting and resting for a while, Fenghua got up, raised her hand and patted the dust that did not exist on her body, then waved her sleeves, bid farewell to these cute and stupid little animals, and embarked on the journey to the elves.

You have to take advantage of the night to rush.

Otherwise, when the day comes, the gods born into darkness will become weak again.

Weak, pitiful, and helpless.

The little animals waved reluctantly.

"Sir Frances walks slowly."

"Goodbye Lord Frances."

It was not until the charming figure of the pure black palace dress and the gorgeous burgundy hair disappeared step by step before they went deep into the magic forest that they reluctantly withdrew their gaze.

They held the small bowl one by one, pretending to be old and sighing, and they were particularly cute.

"Mr. Frances is gone."

"I'm so sad. I will never drink the creamy mushroom soup cooked by Lord Frances in the future." The little squirrel said, smashing it, smashing it, looking like he really missed it.

"yes."

"Mr. Frances is so nice. It's not like the evil that mothers say at all."

"We misunderstood her, she is a good god."

"Let's go, we have to go back and tell mom."
Chapter completed!