Trembling surrounded by elves [Western Fantasy]

Evelin looked at the adult on the bed, her admiring eyes scanning his strong arms and the well-developed muscles on his back. The more she looked at it, the more she liked it.

When Carol ordered them to stay where they were and not come forward, she hid behind a tree and witnessed the whole thing.

The second young master of the Leopard Clan silently blocked the attack of the Thorn Demon for the ugly woman, and did not make any noise even if he was injured. During the healing process, even though my whole body was in pain and I was sweating, I still struggled without losing my grace.

Evelin had never seen such a man. He's handsome, sexy, and full of blood. Not to mention his noble status, who cares that he is mute? Evelin didn’t care anyway.

She decided that she wanted to get this man.

The man's eyelids moved and he opened his dark blue eyes.

Evelin put on a worried face and stepped forward with the herbs in her hand. There's no one around now, so it's a good opportunity.

"Sir, you're awake! Great!" The worry on her face disappeared.

Boyi stood up and looked around, but didn't see the person he wanted to see.

"The poison has just been removed from your body, please don't move."

This was a very interesting sentence, which made Boyi finally notice Evelin.

Meeting Bo Yi's eyes, she put the herbs in her hand beside her, a red cloud flew over her face, but her expression was calm and generous, "I'll give you the medicine."

She stepped forward to help him, but as soon as she raised her hand, she was grabbed by Bo Yi.

"Sir, don't be like this..." Evelin felt a strong sense of oppression, her face turned red with embarrassment, and she stepped back even though she wanted to resist.

But in the next moment, Boyi let go of his hand and threw her out in disgust, frowning deeply.

"Get out of here if you don't want to die."

He is not mute? !

Evelin was so surprised by the news that she ignored the murderous look in Bo Yi's eyes. Encouraged by desire, she made a mistake.

"Sir, you don't have to like me, but you must take care of yourself." After saying that, he started to remove the gauze from Bo Yi's body.

This time Bo Yi didn't even bother to deal with it, so he called October to beat her unconscious.

"Where is she?" Bo Yi asked.

October naturally knew who Bo Yi was asking, "She removed the stinger for you during the day, pulled it out for two hours, and then fell asleep... Tsk, my little master, you didn't see it. I told her at that time that you When the situation was critical, her eyes turned red and she almost cried hahahaha..." October smiled evilly and had a lewd look in his eyes. Boyi couldn't figure out how October changed from a serious college teacher to what he is now.

He glared at October.

October immediately tightened her lips, suppressing a smile and said, "In order to finish the treatment as quickly as possible, she used her own hands to touch the thorns on your back to determine the location of the thorns. The wounds on her hands were large and small..."

"I know, I asked her where she is?" She lost her patience as she spoke.

"How do you know...how do you know?" October stared at Bo Yi in surprise. Could it be that his coma was all fake?

Boyi was not pretending to sleep, his consciousness remained somewhat awake. He was impressed by this Evelin. She was one of those Flower Clan people who vomited and ran away. Now that Boyi's injury was not a big problem, she ran over with medicine and was busy - Boyi hated hypocritical people.

Countless people wanted to get close to him with various purposes, but that fool avoided him... "Where is she?"

Boyi had already stepped out of the threshold, and October pointed at the woman on the ground, "Little Master, what should I do with this person?"

Boyi waved his hand impatiently and walked out of the door quickly.

Under the moonlight, the girl's red dress looked like blood. She stood on a high hill with bare feet, like a delicate and fragile poppy flower. Her long hair was scattered on the side of her face, making her expression unclear.

Her figure was moving in the night wind, but her back was extremely lonely, and even the flowers and plants behind her seemed to have turned into black and white.

Boyi almost didn't recognize her. It was the first time he saw this kind of poignant temperament in Persimmon. It seemed like she would be shattered into pieces any second.

She has always been tolerant, she only laughs but never cries, and never calls out in pain. She hides herself and never shows her vulnerable side easily. And now...

Boyi regretted a little. He originally didn't want to do anything to Coman, but for some reason, when he saw Persimmon and Coman together, he felt an indescribable feeling in his heart. He couldn't explain it, so he could only vent it out with anger.

And Persimmon...this damn stupid woman, how could she still smile so happily when she felt so uncomfortable?

Hearing the footsteps, Persimmon turned around and met Bo Yi's eyes.

The two had a bad temper about Koeman before and have not spoken yet.

Persimmon wanted to turn away, but then remembered the injury on his back. She took a step back and lowered her head. When she raised her head again, her expression had returned to normal.

The fragile and delicate flower just now seemed to be just an illusion in Bo Yi's mind.

"How is your injury..." Persimmon lowered his head.

Boyi stepped forward and took her hand, silently using his spiritual power to help her recover. Thinking of what Persimmon looked like just now, he felt so uncomfortable that his heart clenched into a ball. He looked away unnaturally and whispered, "You... don't be angry." He was not good at apologizing.

Seeing this normally arrogant and domineering guy talking down to her, Persimmon's ears turned red inexplicably. She sighed helplessly, "You don't understand why I'm angry at all."

Isn't it just me who beat that brat? Boyi was unconvinced.

"Bad-tempered kid, you almost killed Koeman."

Bo Yi blurted out, "Who let that bastard touch your hand!"

Persimmon was stunned for a moment, and he quickly pulled his hand out of his big hand in embarrassment!

"Are you short of a man?" Boyi sounded a little nervous. In order to cover up his guilt, his attitude became a little bad, "Remember, you will be a member of the Leopard Clan in the future. Don't be so frivolous and let others touch you casually. you!"

Persimmon had long been accustomed to Bo Yi's sarcastic remarks, so he turned around and walked quickly away as if running away.

"What a coincidence. I am from the Leopard Clan. Do I have the honor to hold the hand of this beauty?"

Persimmon looked up and saw a man with half-undressed clothes sitting on the big willow tree in front of him, his charming smiling eyes staring at Persimmon through his scattered half-length black hair.

He casually threw away the glass wine bottle in his hand, jumped lightly from the tree, and jumped in front of Persimmon. Before Persimmon could pull out the thorn, he had already taken her hand, put it to her lips and kissed her, "Beauty, do you still remember me?"

A delicate silver necklace dangled between the man's slender neck, and the silver sapphire embedded in it hit Persimmon's robe.

"You..." Persimmon tried his best to endure the discomfort and looked at the unknown man in front of him.

The man smelled of alcohol and was disheveled, with a handsome face with clear bones. The sunken eye sockets look a bit sickly at first glance, but the moist lips and half-smiling eyes neutralize the overly serious face.

When she saw his appearance clearly, Persimmon knew that he was a prodigal in love.

Persimmon is willing to bet that 90% of the women in the world will find it hard not to be moved when facing this person - the other 10% will pounce directly on him. Given the openness of the elves, she even felt that the percentage of people who would pounce on them would be higher.

A sound of thunder in the quiet summer night directly scorched the place where the man had just landed. The man who was hiding did not retreat but moved forward, hugging Bo Yi with a dark face in Persimmon's wide eyes.

"My dear brother, long time no see."

What contrasts with his enthusiasm is Boyi's attitude. He stood there and didn't show much enthusiasm for the man, but Persimmon could tell that Bo Yi didn't hate this man.

"You are still the same." Duolun patted Bo Yi and expressed that he was not surprised at all.

The two sons of the Leopard clan leader have very different personalities. The eldest son, Doron Hurt, was a debauched man. He traveled around all year round, lingering in flowers and admiring the beauty. The second son, Boyi Hert, was withdrawn and irritable, and only liked to devote himself to spiritual practice.

A smooth and sophisticated person can please everyone, while an upright and unruly person can make people scared when they see him.

The only thing the two have in common is probably that they both like to run outside.

Duolun stared at Persimmon with the same dark blue eyes as Bo Yi.

Her appearance changed from a white rose splattered with blood to a real white rose, but there was a coldness hidden deep under her seemingly gentle eyes... It was not murderous, nor indifferent, it was a kind of extreme compassion. The darkness is clear to the coldness of the heart - as if coming from the abyss.

Under the bright moonlight, Duolun carefully examined the familiar face.

She has grown up and has changed a lot compared to how she looked in memory... But why has her eye color also changed? If it was really that person, she couldn't be so calm when seeing herself——

The difference is so big that Duolun is not sure.

Persimmon felt a little uncomfortable being stared at.

"My name is Duolun, and I am a patrol member of the Leopard Clan." He stared at Persimmon with his charming smiling eyes, looking a little nervous, as if he was expecting some answer.

"Hello, my name is Persimmon." Persimmon said.

"Persimmon? Is that your real name?" He approached Persimmon with a warm smile on his face and unfathomable eyes.

"Why are you asking so many questions?" Bo Yi said in a deep voice, pulling Persimmon behind him to protect him.

Duolun looked like he couldn't help himself, and his appearance made people mistakenly think that he was obsessed with persimmons. "Excuse me, I think we have met before." Then he paused and reacted, and his delicate facial features were shocked. He was about to say, "Brother, you, you just spoke?!"

Seeing him making such a funny expression, Persimmon couldn't help laughing.

At first glance, this Duolun looks like a handsome man with no brains, but he was so frightened by his own brother that he lost all his grace. And in this world, who would still use such an old-fashioned way to strike up a conversation?

Seeing that Persimmon finally smiled, Duolun continued to teach Bo Yi like a trick, "It's been thousands of years, and your 'adult experience' should be over. My mother sent two teachers in July and October, but they couldn't invite you. It turns out that He is occupying such a beautiful woman!"

Duolun pretended to be very angry, "I think you are here deliberately to trick the little girl into spending time with you so that you can develop feelings for her!"

"Do you think everyone is the same as you?! Where have you been all these years?" Bo Yi was exposed and really had a quarrel with Duolun. "You have run away from home for so many years just for a woman. You are simply... □□The heart is incurable!”

Duolun's face suddenly turned bad, the smile slipped from the corners of his eyes and mouth, and the haggardness and pain appeared on his face.

"I'm sorry, this is all my fault," Persimmon apologized, trying to save the situation, "I lost my memory, so Bo Yi stayed here to help me. I'm sorry, this is all my fault." Persimmon apologized again.

"Oh..." Doron recovered from his sadness, "Can you show me your left hand? Maybe I can help."

Seeing Bo Yi's acquiescence, Persimmon opened the palm of his left hand.

After a long time, when Persimmon's hands were already feeling sore, the handsome man in front of him looked serious, as if something bad was going to happen.

"The matter is very serious," Duolun continued when Persimmon felt like he was about to be scared to death. "I have never seen such rough hands. You really should take good care of them..."

Boyi pushed the unformed Duolun away fiercely, pulled Persimmon away.

That night, Persimmon dreamed of the girl in purple again. But this time, she also dreamed of a strange man. The man has dark blue eyes and black hair, but he is not Bo Yi.

Persimmon angrily rushed forward and tried to cut off the man's outstretched hand, but the man just dodged with a smile. Just when Persimmon was about to succeed, she woke up and saw a dark shadow flashing in front of the window. Persimmon hurriedly picked up the wooden thorn and pushed open the window.

Yinhu came over and asked, "What happened, Master?"

Persimmon shook his head.