"But she still carefully brought the letter back."
"Perhaps only after losing it did she understand how precious letters were. The old elf postmen always crumpled letters into a mess! They were so rude!!"
"After great hardship, the elf postman brought the letter back to Astralana, not to keep it, but because she sent it to the place the letter wanted to go.
"For this letter, she lost her most precious Moon Crown, yet she never thought of getting anything in return.
"She unknowingly lit a bonfire in a nearly abandoned ruined city.
"The letter did not travel very far. She went to participate in the Godly Game. Have you heard of Tian Huhaoqi? That was the letter's dream, and also the elf postman's dream.
"It was only natural for the letter and the postman to share the same dream.
"At the end of the story, when the letter carrying the elf postman's dream arrived at the place of their shared dream, the letter summoned the elf postman at a critical moment in the game, and together, they won!"
Yu Xunge spoke faster and faster. With her final sentence, the apprentice's leg whip struck the armored guard's weak point, taking its last drop of health.
She crashed heavily to the ground and saw that Mist Blade, Fengtang, and Songgui, who had finished their kills first, had already rushed to the mahjong table.
The apprentice shouted, "Zhuri! Draw a tile!"
The Retro Oil Lamp floated high into the air, its moonlight brighter than ever before.
The moment the armored guard fell, Zhuri pounced on a mahjong tile. She shouted, "It's Red Dragon!"
"Big Seven Stars! Win!!"
"Pong!"
"Nine Bamboo!"
"Kong!"
The four voices rang out almost simultaneously.
A passionate youth competition had somehow been turned by those words into a middle-aged