Phantom Master of the Elf

Chapter 152 The Thickest Thigh in London

"You don't need to worry about this. There are still a lot of geniuses in our era. If what you told me is true, then the birthplace of the dark party is in the UK. China should not be the main force. Well, now I am more worried about Britain in the 21st century, your place is small, and it may have been infiltrated long ago." Han Hao said.

"The painting is finished!" Miss Elizabeth on the sofa suddenly stood up, holding an uncolored drawing in her hand, with a few simple notes written in the lower right corner.

"This little guy named Soroya, can you tell me about his specific habits and skills? If he can evolve, please be sure to describe his evolved appearance to me."

Han Hao looked at Elizabeth's fiery eyes. This noble little princess didn't seem to care about the dark party at all.

"Of course, but only relying on my description, can you draw him? And there are only pencils here..."

"It's okay, you can come to my house, Elizabeth's house is always welcome."

"Going to your house...it's not very good, we didn't know each other...."

"It's our honor, Miss Elizabeth." Sherlock covered Han Hao's mouth and said before him.

Afterwards, he pulled Han Hao around, and the two of them faced the corner, whispering, "This is an invitation from Elizabeth's family! If you refuse, you will die!"

"Huh? I think she seems to be easy to talk to."

"It doesn't exist, Huaxia boy, it's just a superficiality, the nobles are a bunch of cannibals."

"Is it really good to say that the nobles of your own country are good?"

Elizabeth suddenly interrupted the conversation between the two of them: "I won't force you, besides, it's just to draw, so don't be so nervous." Then, she hugged Sorolla, who was acting as a model for herself, "You I can't bear to let my elves live in such a messy environment, Mr. Han Hao."

Soroya bowed into Elizabeth's arms familiarly, and the corners of Han Hao's eyes twitched as he watched.

"Promise her! Idiot! Elizabeth's castle is much better than this shabby house, and there may be strawberry-flavored peanut butter!" Soroya said through voice transmission.

Castles can be really big.

But don’t think about the strawberry-flavored peanut butter. This kind of strange modified version itself is an unreasonable existence. The production method is probably to add some strawberry-flavored additives to the peanut butter. It is unknown whether there was peanut butter in Britain in the [-]th century. .

Yue Yibu squatted next to Han Hao's legs and licked his paws, his eyes seemed to be a bit tricky.

(Let's go, let's go quickly, and find your Elizabeth, so that Han Hao is mine alone.)

.......

........

Elizabeth's house was indeed a castle.

There is no special arrangement in the manor. Compared with the lively alleys outside, this manor is relatively quiet.

Spire-style Gothic architecture, gray occupies the main tone of the castle.

Han Hao's mood is extremely shocked now.

In terms of layout, there is no independent building in the 21st century that can compare to this castle, and public facilities like the assessment hall that can accommodate hundreds of people at the same time are nothing compared to this building.

not to mention.

The castle is still a private building.

"Don't look like a countryman, you are a future man!" Sherlock reminded.

"You don't understand. I feel like I'm looking at antiques. There are no such things in China. Even if there are, tickets are probably required to go in and visit them."

"Here we are, just come in." Elizabeth, who was walking in front, said suddenly.

What caught the eye was a big bed, which was the kind of princess room in the Disney animation. There was a gauze-like curtain hanging above the bed. At the second glance, there were desks, dressing tables and other furniture. These things were there. In front of the big bed is like an inconspicuous little ornament.

"You wait for me for a while, you can just sit down, I'm going to change clothes, there is red wine in the cabinet, except for the desk, you can look at other places, oh, yes, I'll call the servants to give it to you later Arrange a room, you can stay here tonight." Elizabeth said.

Zoroya and Yue Ibrahimovic have long been envious of that big bed.

The desk cannot be moved, but the bed must be able to move, right? ?

Regardless of Han Hao's obstruction, the two little guys jumped onto the princess bed. The soft mattress was made of unknown material, and it seemed to sink into the cotton in an instant.

Han Hao sighed helplessly, it's good to be an elf...

"I don't think it's right," Sherlock said suddenly.

"What's wrong?" Han Hao asked casually.

"Miss Elizabeth's eyes were dodging when she spoke just now, and her fingers were fiddling with her hair intentionally or unintentionally. I think she..."

"You think too much." Han Hao patted Sherlock on the back, "It's just some small moves, Sherlock, you don't understand women."

When he said these words, Han Hao suddenly felt two contemptuous looks on the bed.

"No, Huaxia boy, it's not surprising that such small actions are put on ordinary women, but Elizabeth is a nobleman. She has learned all kinds of etiquette since she was a child, even if there are only three of us in this house, the kind of long-term cultivation Etiquette habits will also allow a girl to maintain her proper demeanor, but just now... There was obvious anxiety and tension in her eyes, and the movement of playing with her hair also showed this. You may not have noticed that when she left just now The right foot mixed with the left foot, you know, this is her room..."

"Just stop, Mr. Holmes, don't use your reasoning talents in strange places. If you are an aristocratic girl, on Christmas Day, you bring a scruffy consulting detective and a future man of dubious identity. Do you feel anxious and tense in your boudoir? You definitely will, so, Sherlock, you are overthinking."

"What does boudoir mean? Don't intersperse Chinese with English. Your poor English sounds hard enough to me, but I admit that what you said makes sense, but I still think Miss Elizabeth is in love with you."

Han Hao's mind stopped for a moment.

What the hell?

In love with me?

"No, no, Sherlock, your definition of love is a bit casual. At most, she just likes me. No, it's impossible to like me. How long have we known each other? Not even for a night."

"Love is always born in the moment that people don't notice."

"Bah! Don't push me hard, there is no love in the 21st century!"

"What does it mean to force Lai Lai?"

"Nothing interesting, Internet slang."

"What is Internet slang?"

Three black lines appeared on Han Hao's forehead.

With a generation gap of two centuries, it is really difficult to communicate.

"How long has it been? Why hasn't Elizabeth come back?"

"It's only 10 minutes, Huaxia boy, the noble lady will definitely take a shower before changing clothes, so we probably have to wait for about an hour, with a sloppy consulting detective, the next hour I really wronged you .”

"It's been a long time, please don't call me Miss Noble, Mr. Sherlock, you can call me Elizabeth, or Emma, ​​Mr. Han Hao, you are the same, by the way, even if you add a bath, I don't need One hour, dear Mr. Consulting Detective Detective." Elizabeth's voice sounded at the door.

Ask for tickets, brothers!

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(End of this chapter)