Trembling surrounded by elves [Western Fantasy]

When he heard the name "Persimmon", the man in the egg breathed a sigh of relief.

He has always been obsessed with the name "Sweet Potato", and even used his spiritual power to forcefully change the shell of the elf egg to its original blue-gray color, but this fool never changed his mind. He was a little worried. If she followed him back to the Leopard Clan in the future, she would keep calling "sweet potato, sweet potato" like this...

This name is so stupid!

Just now, when he heard her name herself "Persimmon", he suddenly understood.

This woman's name is probably about this level.

When Boyi Helt was thinking wildly, he probably never thought that Persimmon had never thought of following him.

Persimmon carries "it" with him, he just needs something to talk about - and to illuminate by the way.

In this way, the girl temporarily ended her lonely fight, changed her name to "Persimmon", and traveled with the little tree demon Sylvan. With Sylvain, Persimmon never went hungry again.

When she couldn't find food, Sylvan would turn into fruit for her to eat. At night, he would turn into "樔" to rest. With Sylvain by his side, the journey seemed much easier.

Persimmon could also see that Sylvain liked staying with her.

After the "incident" of their first meeting, Sylvain quickly went to find some clothes to change into, which were very similar to what Persimmon was wearing.

But the problem is that the clothes she swindled from various fairies have been improved by her and become simple and practical, but they look a bit "unlike." Anyone who has seen a serious elf will find this dress ugly and strange.

Persimmon is a modern person. She only cares about whether she can survive, and she doesn't care much about such things.

But Sylvain... this elf who was born and raised in the wasteland, he dressed almost exactly like himself.

Later she discovered that Sylvan always liked to imitate her intentionally or unintentionally, wearing the same clothes as her, combing her hair like her, and finding a container to drink water... Until one day, a piece of Sylvain fell out of her arms. A bowl-sized stone, Persimmon finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Why are you carrying such a heavy weight on you?"

Sylvan suddenly blushed and stopped talking. From the corner of his eye, he glanced at Persimmon's bulging robe in front of him.

Persimmon rolled his eyes, a little funny again. She reluctantly nodded Sylvan's little head and took out the egg in front of her.

"Fool, I'm not pretending to be a rock."

Sylvan's expression changed instantly when he saw the cyan elf egg. He held it carefully and inspected it carefully.

"This, this is..."

"Oh, it's called sweet potato, and it's a light bulb."

As soon as Shizi finished speaking, a strong wind blew up, and the sky and earth changed colors. The sky was clear and clear just a moment ago, but in the blink of an eye, the flying sand and rocks have already hit Persimmon so hard that he can't react. Two minutes later, the wind and sand suddenly stopped, thick clouds rolled in the sky, and only a powerful roar echoed in the air:

"Stupid thing, who do you think is the lightbulb!"

The balls rolled to the ground, flashing with a dazzling red light!

Persimmon was startled by this sudden change, but it only took a moment for her to react, quickly put her balls in her arms and flew away.

She ran around aimlessly for a long time, then her mind gradually recalled what she had just said, and her steps slowly stopped. She took out her balls and observed them carefully.

It was originally a green egg when it was first discovered, but since it was picked up by Persimmon, it has turned orange day by day. At first, Persimmon thought he had rubbed against something and wanted to wash it, but he was afraid that it would not hatch if it got wet. So he took a flannel cloth and dipped it in a little water to wipe it with him, but it still didn't help.

Now, the balls have become blood red all over, and they are also emitting a strange red light, which is dazzling and frightening in this cloudy weather.

The more he looked at Persimmon, the more frightened he became, and his hands shook as he wanted to throw it away...

"Don't you dare let go!"

Persimmon trembled, his fingers held his balls stiffly, and he stopped halfway.

She swallowed and said tremblingly: "Sir, who is it..."

"I am Bo Yi Hult, your future master." According to his past habits, it was rare for him to say these words, but thinking of what she called him, the suppressed anger burned again, "Never again." Don’t call me sweet potato!”

Persimmon was completely awake now.

It's sweet potato

Is this egg talking?

The egg she was carrying could actually talk. And judging from his tone, he seems to be a bad-tempered master!

At this time, the original color of the balls can no longer be seen. There is a faint silvery light flowing on the surface of the blood-red eggshell, and it has a tendency to become more and more intense.

The more Persimmon looked at it, the more he felt something was wrong.

"You, you're not going to give birth, are you?" She started to panic.

Persimmon is only twenty years old and has little life experience. Let alone her amnesia, she would not have been able to deliver the baby even before her amnesia. Not to mention a glowing and talking egg?

She hurriedly found a pile of leaves and put the eggs on them. Staring nervously, waiting.

After waiting for a while, she felt something was wrong again. Did the egg need to be "hatched"? Could it be that I put it in my arms these days and hatched it?

She...hatched an "egg"?

"Bo Yi, Bo Yi... why does your egg have a name?"

Boyi didn't answer.

"Or are you not an egg at all? Are you always like this? Where are your eyes? Where is your mouth? Bo Yi? Can't you speak..."

Boyi regretted not holding back. Now that he knew he could talk, Persimmon's mouth was like a cannonball, bombarding him all the time.

"Bo Yi? Who are you? You can obviously speak, but you have pretended to be deaf and dumb for so long! You are talking!" Seeing that he didn't speak, Persimmon became bolder and bolder. Thinking that it was the egg that I had "hatched" all the way, I gradually became less afraid.

"Have you only learned to speak recently? Or have you always been conscious! Why on earth are you following me..."

Boyi thought to himself, you were the one who insisted on letting me take you in when you cried, how come I am following you now? But right now he didn't want to say another word, this idiot was really annoying him to death.

At this moment, Persimmon suddenly stopped talking and lowered his head without saying a word. This frightened Bo Yi, thinking that something had really happened to her, and he began to seriously reflect on what he had done wrong. Before he could figure it out, he only heard the girl muttering quietly but clearly enough:

"It seems that oviparous animals will regard the first creature they see as their mother when they hatch out of their shells. I am so young and don't want to be the mother of a monster..."

"Idiot!" Persimmon's words were so bold that he didn't know which point to refute first, so he yelled out, "You...you are the monster!"

Persimmon raised a bright smile, "But it doesn't matter. When you are about to be born, I will let Sylvan look at you. He is kind-hearted and will definitely treat you well..."

"I'm not..." Persimmon picked up the egg and threw it into the small basket without wiping it, with a smirk still at the corner of his mouth.

Persimmon walked back and saw a tree that was shaking constantly without wind at the place where the incident happened.

She shook her head helplessly, walked towards the tree, patted the trunk and said, "Sylvain, don't be afraid. It's all over. Look, the sky is clear."

Like patting a child on the back, she gently patted the tree trunk that was still shaking uncontrollably, and comforted Sylvain with a warm voice.

But I felt strange in my heart.

Think of her as a human being, without spiritual power, who knows how to run away when something happens. How could this little tree spirit, who had lived for a thousand years, be more timid than her with so little success?

It's just an accidental change in the sky. No matter how scared you are, you won't be so scared that you will change back to your original form, right? Persimmon thought of Sylvan's fearful expression when he just saw Dandan...

This egg... was definitely not able to speak today, he knew the name he gave him. Could it be that he deliberately emitted light to attract his attention in the cave?

She is thoughtful and sensitive in nature. After coming to this world, she was even more cautious, fearing that if she made a wrong step, she would die here without any reason.

There is nothing about her that others can plot against, but she is a human being, and to them, she is an alien.

Being different is often difficult for the world to tolerate.

Persimmon frowned and thought, not even noticing that Sylvain had turned back into a human body.

"Persimmon, I, I'm fine." Sylvan's still weak voice brought her back to reality. She looked at the pale Sylvan and sneered, "Why are you so scared?"

"Where did the egg you showed me just now come from?" His face became paler, and there was still fear in his eyes.