The empress of fast wear is married

Chapter 679 Elf Prince (28)

There are fine wild flowers blooming along the way, and the green grass in the mountains is wild, as beautiful as a fairy tale world.

The elf's fine and slender eyelashes blinked, and the ice blue and dark red pupils were full of surprise.

……so beautiful.

Fenghua snapped her fingers, and a yellow wild flower suddenly appeared on her white fingertips beside the horse's hoof, and then handed it to Bethel with a swish.

"Like it?"

The gorgeous and charming voice rang in Bethel's ears, staining the tips of the elf's crystal clear ears with a thin tinge of crimson.

Bethel stared blankly.

The bright yellow wild flowers are very fresh and tender, with five curly petals, without the allure of peonies, nor the beauty of roses. In Bethel's eyes, they are better than thousands of prosperous beauties in the world.

Raising her tender little hand, she took it lightly.

Squeeze in the palm of your hand.

The tender green stems and leaves set off the whiteness and softness of the little fingers.

The elf's eyelashes drooped slightly, and her pupils quietly looked at the bright yellow wild flower.

There was a little joy in my heart.

The corners of her pink lips curved into an arc.

sweet.

"...Thank you, Lady Frances, Bethel likes it very much."

"Ding! Target character Bethel, favorability +5, strategy completion 70!"

"nice! You love it."

Fenghua curled his lips into a smile, and with the cute and cute elf in his arms, he rode his horse towards the holy mountain.

……

The road ahead of the holy mountain was difficult, Fenghua and Bethel walked slowly along the way, not like going to slay a dragon, but like a spring outing.

Those dragon slaying warriors have long since disappeared, and they may be the last ones. They failed to save the princess, and missed the chance to win the wealth, so they all rode on the top of the mountain in a hurry without stopping for a moment.

The sky was approaching dusk, with a pale golden radiance, the setting sun was as red as blood, and the rosy haze in the sky was like the rouge box of an overturned beauty.

After dismounting, Fenghua tied the reins under a big tree, set up a bonfire, picked mushrooms in the forest, and cooked a small pot of creamy mushroom soup.

Bethel sniffed the sweet and rich creamy mushroom soup with the tip of his nose, and licked his petal-like lips.

The elf, who has always only eaten flowers and drank dew, was aroused by a pot of thick soup.

Bethel swallowed.

... The soup cooked by Lady Frances is delicious.

but--

Bethel raised her slender eyelashes slightly, and her tender voice sounded: "Master Frances, they have all gone up the mountain early, if they rescue the princess, you don't have to worry..."

There is also leisure and elegance here to slowly cook mushroom soup.

——Well, the mushroom soup is indeed really delicious.

Although she didn't know why Lady Frances wanted to rescue the princess of the Catherine Kingdom, the understanding elf still didn't hide her worry.

Wholeheartedly for his Lady Frances.

Fenghua stirred the creamy mushroom soup with a spoon, and the voice came out through the white mist from the pot, "What are you worried about, the outcome is unknown until the last moment, and some people may die in vain if they go."

As she spoke, she took a bowl and fed it to the elf's lips.

Bethel's eyelashes were dyed with the faint heat of creamy mushroom soup, and his ice blue and dark red pupils were sparkling.

Delicious.

A bowl of creamy mushroom soup will capture the hearts of elves.
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It was completely dark.

The holy mountain at night is full of mysterious and unknown deadly dangers, and there seems to be a devil with claws and claws living on the mountain.

The elf with ice-silver hair and a small white face was holding a bowl, sipping creamy mushroom soup, two bright reds appeared on her cheeks, and a sense of contentment appeared between her drooping eyebrows and eyes.

Extraordinarily well-behaved and beautiful.

The bright and warm bonfire occasionally exploded a spark, and the sweet and warm smell floated in the air, making the atmosphere very good for a while.

The woman in a black and white knight outfit exudes a bit of indistinguishable beauty, holding a few dry firewood with her white and slender fingers, folding them into small pieces, and then throwing them into the bonfire with precision and speechlessness——

crackling.

The flame suddenly jumped up and burned more vigorously.

"Ugh-"

"Ouch-"

In the distance, came the howling of wolves.

A small figure, against the indistinct orange flames, only showed a vague shadow in the dark forest.

until slowly approaching.

Fenghua lazily narrowed her beautiful eyes, the dark red pupils were like radiant gemstones, exuding a dangerous beauty, as if a touch of bloodthirsty flashed inadvertently.

Bethel had a bulging white and tender face, and her rose petal-like lips were stained with a slight light milky white, adding a touch of softness and cuteness for no reason.

However, the elves, who have always been the most able to perceive the good and evil breaths of heaven, earth, humans and gods, also sensed an unusual smell in the air at this moment.

The elf obediently put down the bowl, looked over, and saw that vague figure, short in stature but broad in stature, with a pointed head and walking over on tiptoe, which seemed particularly special against the background of the dark mysterious forest. eerie.

Bethel frowned exquisitely, looked away, turned to look at Fenghua, and shouted: "Master Frances."

Fenghua knew early on that the Holy Mountain and his party would not go well, otherwise the dragon slaying warriors recruited by King Catheran with a huge reward would not have gone without return.

Her eyes were dark, but she didn't show much fear, and said to the elf in a low voice: "Wait and see, let's see first."

"kindness."

—everything is at Lady Frances's command.

Bethel nodded obediently, and the elf who had transformed into a real body showed his original appearance.A pair of wings behind him unconsciously flapped a beautiful and holy light of ice silver.

The creamy mushroom soup was still rich and sweet, but seeing the weird shadow getting closer, Bethel was not in the mood to drink it anymore.

The ice blue and dark red pupils stared unblinkingly from a distance, and one of the dark red pupils was slightly imperceptible, maybe even he himself didn't notice it, flashing a strange light.

Nearly.

closer.

The first thing that catches the eye is a big red cloak.

He was wearing a big red cloak and a red velvet hat on his head. The little man carried an exquisite basket made of bamboo strips in his arms, which contained cakes and wine.

She walked carefully in the forest, for fear of breaking the wine in the basket, so it looked like she was walking on tiptoe from a distance.

Where is the man-eating monster lurking in the dark night forest?

She was clearly a pink and tender little girl.

A dry brown firewood was cut off at Fenghua's fingertips with a 'click—'.

Her Majesty the Queen is noble and glamorous, with an expressionless face.

Who am I?
Where am I?

What am I doing?
Why is there such a thing in this world——

little Red Riding Hood? !
(End of this chapter)