The reserve food raised is the Elf King
Chapter 119 Golden Sleep
After cleaning up the mushroom spores under every big tree in the valley, Lydia looked around, looking a little confused.
"Why are there immature spores? Where did their mother go?"
Isabella yawned sleepily, rubbed her eyes and asked, "What mother?"
"Wherever there are spores, there must be mature large mushrooms. The Death Crow Cap should be a red umbrella and white rod mushroom, but no one of us seems to have encountered it."
Neither did Francis.
He shook his head and guessed, "Maybe it was accidentally eaten by other unsuspecting beasts?"
Lydia whispered quietly, "Good guy, if you take a bite of this mushroom, you won't be able to..."
She stopped mid-sentence, glanced at the smiling Francis, and silently swallowed the remaining colorful mental images back into her stomach.
Cats and cats are cautiousjg
But I really can’t blame Lydia for being crazy.
The book she read did mention that the Death Crow Cap, a mushroom with hallucination-catalyzing effects, not only emits an odor that is difficult to detect, but also brings people who accidentally inhale it into hallucinations that are difficult to wake up from.
If you eat it, it will further deepen the hallucination effect.
At first, the person's spirit and soul seem to be floating in mid-air, and then the whole body falls into a soft and numb state, stimulating the senses and producing the pleasure of being on the verge of death. The beasts will immediately start looking for mates on the spot to mate, and will not stop until the toxins in the mushrooms are completely gone.
Sometimes the longest... can be up to a month.
However, for the beasts, the reaction of this mushroom is not as great as that of pure beasts. If you do not receive external stimulation after eating mushrooms, you will not enter estrus.
It is truly a mushroom that can be called the most powerful medicine in the plant world.
Isabella yawned again and hung herself directly on Francis's back. She put one hand through his shoulder from behind and rested her little head on his neck. "Brother, can you carry me home?" , don’t want to walk anymore.”
She groaned, she was really sleepy.
Francis allowed Isabella to climb onto his back, and asked her with a sideways smile, "What snacks did you eat just now? Why did you suddenly feel sleepy?"
"I haven't eaten anything... I have to make soup when I get home. I found new ingredients."
Isabella lay on the rabbit's back, rubbed it affectionately to find a comfortable position, and fell into a daze.
Francis chuckled and walked towards the camp step by step with Isabella on his back.
This little girl and her brother are really similar in temperament. They are best at making people feel at ease. Even the little problem of getting sleepy after eating something delicious is exactly the same.
……
Thinking of the former dragon Eric, his favorite thing was to make soup.
But Mr. Dragon was extraordinarily lazy, and finally one day he found Francis, a diligent and simple little turtle in a nook and cranny on the other side of the sea - at that time he was only a little carrot head half as tall as a man.
After all kinds of deceit and deceit, including the dragon's mouth and the deceptive turtle, he successfully taught the fashionable and naive Francis to make soup, Eric was completely liberated.
Every day he directed the short-legged little turtle to cross mountains and ridges, pass through the hot flaming ash mountain magma, and reach the cave in the dragon's territory.
——Come, boil, soup.
He was a giant dragon that was supposed to feed on gold coins, but he could actually drink three large pots of soup per meal.
After drinking, Eric will climb to the big rock outside the cave to blow in the wind and eat, and then sleep.
I often wake up every two or three years.
Then he called Francis over to make soup.
The cycle starts over and over again, waking up and sleeping.
Almost a thousand years passed like this.
Until one day, Eric suddenly discovered that Francis was as tall as him.
"The little turtle has grown up, and it will no longer be a cute turtle egg."
Francis protested “I have been out of my shell for a thousand years.”
He is not a turtle egg.
Although this word is normal, when it comes out of Eric's mouth, it feels inexplicably like a curse.
Eric ignored the little guy's dissatisfaction and smiled to himself as he said, "Before the cute little tortoise grows up, let me tell you another story about the tortoise and the hare."
Francis closed his mouth silently and listened to the story.
After being oppressed for so many years, he still couldn't help but come to Eric because it was too lonely for a turtle to stay in an empty home.
Francis is a tortoise egg that was abandoned by his tribe and wandered at sea for many years. He was picked up by a nest of giant rabbits and raised as their own child. It's a pity that the life span of rabbits is too short, and the giant rabbit couple died before Francis could grow up.
"One day, a stupid rabbit met a stupid turtle, and the two decided to race..." Eric drooped his huge bone wings and lay on the rugged rocks in the dragon's territory that rarely saw sunlight all day long.
"...In the end, the silly turtle won."
Eric's story-telling skills are very poor, as if he only heard a superficial story from hearsay, and always doesn't understand the beginning or the end.
After Francis listened in a daze, he opened his round black eyes in confusion, "So why does the rabbit race with the tortoise?"
"Ah, let me think about it... maybe it's because I'm bored."
Eric pulled at the scales on his arm, broke off a piece and put it in his mouth, chewed it twice, spit it out and threw it out, letting it fall into the magma under the cliff.
"But I seem to have heard people say before that this is a philosophical proposition that proves that space is constantly moving and the length of time is infinite... Ah, it doesn't seem to be that way. Time passes too long. These I’ve almost forgotten everything.”
After speaking, Eric lay back on the stone, patted his bulging belly, and began to drive away the guests mercilessly, "Okay little turtle, it's time for you to go."
Francis “…”
What a ruthless dragon, he doesn't care what others think when he's having fun.
……
The memory ends.
Francis looked at Isabella's white hair floating on his body. The soft hair was slightly curled in the wind, and it fell on his body with trust and dependence.
A light smile appeared on the corner of Rabbit's lips.
He and Eric...
We have been good friends for thousands of years and passed the extremely boring years together.
But later.
Why did it change later?
Francis raised his head slightly and looked into the distance of the boundless valley, his face vaguely bitter.
The distance under the polar night is still polar night, and there will never be light.
Just like his life, the long years seemed boring, but when the first wrinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes, Francis found that even though he hated the boring years, he didn't want to die quietly like this.
He is a coward, a coward who is afraid of death.
Greedily hoping for eternal life like the dragon clan.
With a sudden thought, he stepped on the cliff and boldly made a deal with the dark devil.
The end result is no surprise.
Fall into the dark night and become the devil's minions.
Francis smiled to himself.
He raised his hand and touched the eyes that had never been opened, a pair of eyes that could never see the light again.
Francis once stubbornly refused to admit that Eric had never changed over the years, it was him who had changed.
It's his unwillingness and his greed.
He was bewitched by the devil and willingly fell to his current state.
A turtle that was born without a parent wants to be as respected as the dragon and be respected by the entire continent.
Huh, how is that possible?
"Bella, if I did something wrong and I want to apologize seriously. Will you forgive me?"
You and your brother's personalities are so similar, and he doesn't want to talk to me, so if it's your answer, maybe it can be equal to his answer.
"..."
It's a pity that Isabella was so asleep that she didn't hear the rabbit's whisper.
But Francis has no regrets.
He already had the answer in his mind.
Isabella took a long nap, and when she woke up her stomach was growling.
She got out of the quilt and looked around with her messy curly hair. It was pitch black outside the tent. Under the polar night, it didn't matter whether it was day or night, and I didn't know what time it was.
Lydia wasn't in the tent either.
——You don’t need to think too much to know that this young lady who is deeply in love must have gone to Tinasi.
The lonely giant dragon stayed alone in the tent, stroking his flat belly, and decided to eat something to fill his belly first, process the newly picked mushrooms and make soup, and then go out to ask Francis for some light balls. Small snacks.
The plan is perfect!
She skillfully prepared the cauldron, her own scales, some unused tears that had been stored last time, and the super beautiful red mushrooms, and threw them all into the pot. Then add water until it is half full, and spray a large puff of flame to bring the water to a boil.
He opened the lid of the pot and took a closer look.
Exhale and inhale twice from your stomach, "Ah, bah, bah, bah—!"
A few drops of liquid fell precisely into the cauldron.
After the dragon's saliva was concentrated, the effect was immediate, and the ingredients in the pot that were originally separated quickly melted together.
As Isabella slowly stirred the wooden spoon, she was surprised to find that the color of the soup in the pot gradually turned red!
Success! !
Finally found the right ingredients! ! !
Isabella was instantly elated.
The bright, light aqua red color looks very attractive.
Greedy Isabella even wanted to take a few sips.
No, it’s a rare success today. It’s not the colorful black poison from before. It must be left to Lancelot to show off!
Isabella planned to go to the valley just now to look for any remaining red mushrooms.
She decided to use this mushroom to color soup every day from now on!
"Bella, what are you doing?"
Lydia opened the door and came in, and saw Isabella dancing in front of a large cauldron, holding a large spoon in her hand. She didn't know how happy she was there.
"Did you know Professor Lance was here?"
Lidya immediately wondered: Is this the connection between lovers? !
It seems that there is still work to be done between her and Tinasi.
Isabella was stunned for a moment and said in surprise, "Hey! Lance is here?!"
She has absolutely no idea!
As he said that, he hurriedly put all the soup in the pot into the glass container and ran out happily.
"The eldest lady went to the wrong place, Professor Lance and Tinasi are together!"
Lydia chased from a distance behind her and barely stopped Miss Dragon, who was as fast as a gust of wind.
"Oh." Isabella stopped, holding the large transparent crystal bowl in her hand, and looked at Lydia obediently, "Lily, you lead the way, I will follow you."
Lydia pulled her, "Tinasy and I have something to announce in a moment, and I'd like to ask you and Professor Lance to be witnesses."
"What is it?"
Isabella was curious.
Lidya tweaked in a low voice, "You'll know when the time comes!"
……
Lydia and Tinasi stood hand in hand opposite Lancelot and Isabella.
The two of them were wearing the same white mage robes. The long sleeves of the robes overlapped each other in the wind, making them look intimate.
Tinasi is over 300 years old, which is a long time since adulthood in their race. He had a slightly dull face, slender eyebrows, and wore a pair of simple wooden-framed glasses. Except for the sudden expressiveness when she is frightened, she is as expressionless as Lydia at other times.
It seems that the two of them are inexplicably matched.
At this moment, Tinasi stood in front of Isabella, feeling nervous with an expressionless face. He kept swallowing and whispered very quickly, "Oh Lance, um, Isabella, Bella Miss, you two are here."
If Lydia hadn't promised him many times with three fingers raised, Tinasi would have really wanted to run away immediately when she saw Isabella within 500 meters.
- There is no shame in running away.
No one can force a fat lamb not to be nervous when seeing a dragon.
To be able to live, live an ordinary life with loved ones, raise a litter of lovely babies, and finally die peacefully.
For a little lamb who is gifted with light but cannot cast any blessings of light and can only make magic potions, this most ordinary life is the happiest thing.
He is just an ordinary little lamb and does not expect to live a colorful and rich life.
That kind of world doesn't belong to him.
And coincidentally, Lydia felt the same way.
Be gentle and protect each other.
That's great.
"Lance, Miss Isabella, Lydia and I have something we want to share with you."
Tinasi held Lydia's hand tightly, and mustered up the courage to make his voice less trembling. He took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled. The expression on his face gradually became tough and serious.
"We decided to get married."
Lydia smiled happily and added, "Yes, we will hold the wedding this time when we return to the academy."
what--?
so fast!
Although I have accepted that the childhood sweetheart C in the original book was torn down, the word marriage really sounds so far away.
Isabella stood there blankly, her mind filled with doubts.
It feels like her life is still spent all day in Macabaka, climbing trees to catch birds and fishing in the water, but all her friends are getting married and having babies!
Fat Dragon's shocked face jg
Miss Dragon subconsciously stretched out her claws and began to gnaw her fingernails.
Lancelot silently took Isabella's hand and took her fingers out of her mouth. At the same time, he put his fingers into her palms and interlocked with hers in a gentle manner.
Isabella didn't notice the elf's little move, and was still thinking about the big news that Lydia was getting married.
The elf smiled and looked at the couple in front of him, "May the great God of Light bless you with happiness, peace and joy."
The tone was full of sincerity, not like a layer of alienation that usually existed when dealing with outsiders.
Lydia and Isabella had a good relationship, and they had always been together before. Now that Lydia is married, does that mean Isabella can spend more time with him?
The elf smiled more genuinely.
"Thanks Lance."
Tinasi didn't know what Lancelot was thinking, and his nervousness was soothed by the elf's ethereal and peaceful voice. He breathed a sigh of relief and stepped forward with open arms to hug the elf.
This is a happiness conveying ceremony that couples who are about to get married in mainland China will perform after receiving blessings from friends.
He heard from Lydia that Lance and Isabella were also in love.
I hope they can start a family soon.
But the elf took a step back without leaving any trace.
The gentle smile on his face gradually faded.
"Professor Tinasi, please respect yourself."
Tinasi "?"
Is this... disliked?
He subconsciously looked down at his hands.
Also a professor, Tinasi is not as rich as the elves. When choosing the fabrics and patterns of the professor's robes, he cannot afford the luxurious and exquisite options of the elves. But his cuffs and collar are clean and tidy. As the Potions Professor who is most likely to be stained by potions, his clothes are always white.
Tinasi looked aggrieved and turned back to hug Lydia.
Lydia knew Lancelot's usual style. Except for Isabella, the domineering dragon lady, no one else could even think of getting close to him.
So he hugged the tall bleating sheep in a funny way.
Anyway, even if my man is really sad, he can quickly adjust himself.
"Okay old man, if the elf doesn't hug you, I will hug you."
Tinasi was a little regretful.
Lancelot's legendary existence as the Mage Tower, and the aura of affinity with natural plants lingering around him. As a herbivorous sheep, he really looked forward to finding an opportunity to hug him.
Lydia half-joked, "At our wedding, I can give you a chance to hug the great dragon lady."
Tinasi immediately exploded, "Hey!!"
Reject the sheep from entering the dragon's mouth! !
"Haha, I'm not kidding you anymore. You're so surprised at such an old age."
Tinasi protested in a low voice, "Lily, I am not old, I can live for another three hundred years."
Lidya smiled and put her face in her boyfriend's arms, "What a coincidence, I can live another three hundred years."
So we can grow old together in an ordinary way.
Lancelot took the wandering dragon lady back to his tent.
Isabella was still thinking "I don't understand."
You have to go to school well at a young age, so why did you get married?
Marriage is the grave of love!
Lancelot led Isabella to sit on the ground covered with soft blankets. He wanted her to lean on his shoulders. As soon as his two long legs were straightened, Isabella stumbled in a daze and sat down. On his lap.
Lancelot "..."
blush.
But he didn't push Isabella away, but silently stretched his legs forward, letting Isabella lean into his arms.
The girl's soft white hair hung down her back, intertwined with the elf's blond hair. There is a cute little whorl on the top of Miss Dragon's head. The fluffy top of her head looks plush, which makes people want to get their hands on it.
The elf's eyes moved slightly, and he cleared his throat with great effort, trying to change the topic to divert attention.
"Bella, how about we go see the waterfall tomorrow?"
Students from the Guangming Tower are currently cleaning up the overflowing mutant mushroom spores in the nearby valley. It is estimated that it will take four or five days to completely clean up. In other words, Lancelot and Isabella have the opportunity to be alone together for at least five days.
The elf happily planned his itinerary in his mind.
There happened to be a teleportation array that needed to be repaired at the top of the waterfall. Lancelot planned to accept this task for Isabella, so that the two of them could travel openly and at public expense.
Isabella's attention was still on Lydia's imminent marriage.
She touched her chin, "I still don't understand why Lily wants to get married at such a young age?"
The elf wasn't too interested in other people's chores and didn't want to take up the rare alone time he and Isabella had.
But seeing that his little girl was only paying attention to Lidya, she didn't feel any joy at all about seeing him again for nearly half a month.
The elf could not hide the slight feeling of disappointment in his heart.
His tone of voice was a little calm, "Lidya is not young anymore."
Isabella "?"
Isn't she Arthur's sister? Arthur is only... about twenty years old this year.
"Classmate Lydia is half of the giant cat clan. She will be affected and reach adulthood earlier."
In other words, in fact, when Lydia was still in the human race's Sissel Palace, she had already entered adulthood. It's just that when maintaining the human form, he still maintains the appearance of being young and weak.
In such an environment, showing weakness and patience may be one of the ways to survive smoothly.
"The life span of the beast race is generally longer than that of the human race. However, Lydia is trapped in half of the human race, so her life span will be much shorter than that of most of the beast race."
This was the first time Isabella heard this statement.
Lancelot can understand Lydia's choice.
Without talking about any emotional factors, the elf lowered his eyes and thought lightly, Tinasi is also a good choice of partner.
But on this continent, everyone wants to fight for and plunder. After seeing the struggle for power at the top and the colorful and magnificent treasures, someone who is still willing to return to ordinary life is really a very valuable character.
But there is no need to tell Isabella this.
The giant dragons are the darlings of the gods. They do not need to consider life, death and struggle. They are born to stand at the end of everyone's dreams.
No need to add to your worries.
"Bella, did you make me soup today?"
Isabella was quickly distracted by the topic of elves, "Ah...soup? Oh yes, I've been through it!! If it hadn't been for Lydia and the others, I would have gone to deliver soup to you! "
She jumped up, took out her storage ring from the layers of clothes on her body, and rummaged for a while.
I just threw it away, where did it go!
Isabella looked at the messy things thrown into the ring. There were so many different kinds of food that her head felt dizzy.
Lancelot sat on the ground, raised his head and looked at her quietly for a while.
His gaze went down from the little girl's fluffy hair to the fingertips of her hands.
"Bella, can I see your ring?"
The elf has a beautiful and excellent character and will not mess with Isabella's personal belongings without the owner's permission. Therefore, he only knew that Miss Dragon's ring was made of pure gold, but the elf did not know the specific patterns on it.
but……
The scenes in the dream kept coming back and forth, disturbing Lancelot's mind.
He wanted to find out.
Isabella did not doubt that he was there, and threw the ring to the elf carelessly, "Okay, help me tidy it up by the way."
What can be seen in the ring now is only the area where she stores food, and some other things, such as the scales she threw in, the nail shells that sometimes fall off, and the notebooks in contact with Eric, are piled in another Areas that require additional lock picking.
Don't worry about being discovered by Lancelot.
Lancelot got the ring and did not look at it carefully immediately. Instead, he pulled Isabella to sit next to him again.
He deliberately stretched out his foot and blocked the place where Isabella would step on when passing by without leaving any trace, secretly hoping that Isabella would accidentally hit his arms again like she did just now.
It's a pity that Isabella can see her feet clearly this time.
He raised his feet high and stepped over Lancelot's legs with a light movement.
Then he sat next to the elf, turned his head and smiled warmly and cheerfully, "Lance, it was so dangerous just now, I almost stepped on you!"
Lancelot "..."
Not dangerous at all.
The elf's ears were burning, and he secretly scorned the ulterior thoughts in his heart.
"...Well, it's okay."
If you want to step on me, you can.
Isabella was completely unaware of the elf's little thoughts.
She happily showed off, "Lance, let me tell you, the soup I made today was super successful, and it is no longer the dark poison it used to be! I guarantee that you will feel refreshed after drinking it this time, and you will not feel any discomfort at all." there is none left."
And this time her hands shook and she poured all the remaining tears in the bottle into the pot.
As a result, the amount of tear antidote added was more than twice that of saliva.
There is no need to worry about the elf getting dizzy after drinking it.
Lancelot smiled softly, lowered his head and rubbed the ring on his fingertip.
Then, he closed his eyes gently.
It's really just like in the dream.
Even a small groove on the pattern was knocked off by the careless dragon lady.
Exactly the same.
The elf didn't speak for a long time.
Until Isabella came over curiously, held the elf's face with both hands, and forced him to face her.
The big foggy blue eyes looked at him doubtfully, "Lance, what are you thinking about?"
Lancelot smiled slightly and did not answer.
Instead, he took Isabella's right hand, moved gently and slowly, and inserted the ring into the tip of her index finger.
Isabella frowned, pulled her fingers back and pulled away, "I don't like wearing rings."
Lancelot "Won't you lose it?"
Isabella shook her head, "The dragon has a unique mark on each of its treasures. No matter where it is thrown, I can find it back."
"Is it a scent mark?"
The most common marking methods of the orcs are bite marks and scent marks. Magicians will also behave similarly, marking their items with proprietary magic marks.
When the elves conclude a marriage contract, they will mark each other's marks on each other's eyebrows.
His eyes slowly moved up and fell on Isabella's eyebrows.
Her fair skin was so tender that she could almost squeeze out water.
Like a fruit that is about to ripen, the thin outer skin is plump and juicy, and it looks extremely tempting.
Perfect for leaving his mark.
"Ah, what?"
Isabella didn't notice the elf's gaze.
It took me a moment to realize Lancelot's question.
Why did we suddenly start discussing academics?
Isabella scratched the back of her head, "Actually, I don't know it myself, but every time I need to find something, I can quickly find what I want. It should also be called an intuitive talent, right? Just like Arthur It’s like super accurate intuition, and it sounds pretty cool.”
She never seemed to be bothered by such little things.
Chalk this talent up to intuition for now.
Trying to capture the halo of the male protagonist in the original book (bhi).
The real reason is that Isabella got too much.
In a sufficiently wealthy environment, I gradually forget what it means to cherish.
She always has endless money to spend and endless delicacies to eat. Everyone around her is either afraid of her dragon status or has a friendly relationship with her.
Some treasures that others may only dream of would become an inconspicuous piece of dust in the corner after being thrown into Isabella's ring.
Unless one day she suddenly has a conscience and thinks about it, otherwise...
"Ah, right!"
Isabella's conscience really made her realize, "Would it be the turn of a new batch of students from the Warrior Tower to come to the North? I suddenly remembered..."
The beautiful little blond princess Louise, whom she kept in Arthur's house, seemed to have never visited her since she came back from the elves.
Chiliuchiliu——
"Bella."
Lancelot didn't want to hear anyone else's name when they were alone.
Especially when she looked like her thoughts were drifting to nowhere and she looked happy thinking about beautiful things, the elf felt more and more dazzled when she looked at her.
Really, glaring.
Are you so happy when Arthur is mentioned?
He interrupted Isabella, "I found the soup."
"Oh yes!"
Isabella immediately put Louise behind her. In her heart, the shining golden elf was the most important thing.
"Drink quickly! It will definitely taste good today!"
Lancelot took out the glass bottle.
The liquid in the bottle is a beautiful and clear water-red color. As the bottle shakes, it glows with a shimmer like mithril, adding a mysterious and luxurious feeling.
Lancelot hesitated, "Is this... the soup you made?"
Isabella thought that the elf didn't believe it, so she immediately raised her head and protested unconvinced, "Can't I endure such a beautiful color?"
That's not it.
The main reason is that she has been having Francis by her side recently. The elf has heard Isabella mention many times how good that rabbit is at making soup.
Lancelot curved his lips and smiled softly, coaxing the angry little girl, "I'm just happy that Bella will be thinking of me even though she's so far away."
Isabella was satisfied.
"Of course, I don't want you to miss anyone."
She looked like she was worried about her old mother, sighed quietly, and touched Lancelot's thin and pale face, knowing that he must not have had a good rest recently.
So I decided to tell him my true feelings.
Isabella held the elf's face seriously, with sincere concern in her eyes, "Lance, you have to take good care of yourself, otherwise you will die too early and I will be very lonely."
Die, die too soon? !
Lancelot "……………………..."
Lancelot "??????"
The elf's smile faltered.
He gritted his teeth, forced a fake smile, and took a deep breath, "Bella, why do you think so?"
Who said he would die early?
Isabella hesitated and said vaguely, "I'm just worried about you anyway."
Actually it was Eric who said it.
Mr. Dragon, who was sitting in a cave in a daze, suddenly started to remind Isabella of the past for some unknown reason. It happened to mention an old friend who should have lived longer, but insisted on looking for trouble and tormenting himself, and accidentally tormented himself to death.
Isabella thought of Lancelot.
He doesn't know what kind of nightmare he has every night, and he must be looking for trouble.
It's better to be like her, with nothing in mind, and not worry.
Miss Dragon proudly akimbojg
Lancelot corrected with a smile, "Bella, the lifespan of the elves is very long. Unless the tree of life in Pudacino withers, an elf will not truly die."
Isabella felt at fault and whispered, "...Oh."
Seeing that Lancelot had a serious expression on his face, and seemed to be planning to continue to educate her about various topics about the elves, Isabella quickly raised the glass bottle high and slammed it to the elf's mouth.
Trying to gag him with soup.
Elves are good at everything.
Even when it comes to academics, it is like a flood on the mountain that cannot be stopped.
Just be a quiet and beautiful mute.
Although Lancelot wanted to share more things related to himself with Isabella, he also knew that Isabella didn't want to hear it. Seeing her hiding behind with a guilty conscience and wanting to cover her ears, I could only suppress the slight regret in my heart.
More on that later.
They still have plenty of time.
Then he opened the lid of the glass bottle and was about to take a sip.
Suddenly he frowned.
"Bella," the elf raised his head in confusion, "What ingredients did you put in today's soup?"
Isabella blinked innocently, "Just the usual things, all plants."
"But……"
The elf vaguely smelled a sweet smell that he had never smelled before.
Not unpleasant, even very attractive.
It attracts people to want to drink the whole bottle of liquid in front of them immediately.
"Maybe the antidote was given more."
Isabella herself had forgotten the few mushrooms she picked in the valley. After all, she seemed to be fine with eating them.
"I poured in all the antidotes I saved today."
Lancelot was doubtful, but accepted Isabella's explanation.
After drinking.
"..."
Quiet.
Miss Dragon stared at the elf with sharp eyes, looking up and down.
Yes, very good. My face looks normal.
The eyes are normal and have not suddenly turned silver.
The body temperature is also normal and feels much cooler than hers.
but……
why do not you speak?
"Lance?"
Isabella waved her hand in front of the elf's eyes.
It won’t really poison him into muteness! !
Miss Dragon was shocked.
She flew towards the elf and patted his face. She couldn't control the force well and made the elf's cheeks turn red.
——Maybe it wasn’t her slap.
Lancelot's face, visible to the naked eye, turned red bit by bit.
"Bella," the elf's voice was slightly hoarse, as if he was suppressing some emotion, "I feel a little cold."
Cold?
But your face is so hot.
It was so hot that even Isabella's palm turned red when touched.
The elf raised his eyes to look at her, with a pair of hazy eyes that seemed to have crushed golden light, and a large red mark appeared at the end of the eyes.
"I'm a little cold, so Bella give me a hug, okay?"
"What, what?"
Isabella was stunned.
I feel like my ears are hallucinating.
This is not what a reserved elf would say!
Seeing that Isabella didn't respond at all, she actually didn't come to hug him. The elf frowned dissatisfied, pursed his thin lips, and his eyes became increasingly blurred, staring intently at the small dragon stove close at hand.
Lively and enthusiastic.
It is the sun that he is always chasing.
"Bella..."
"Bella, give me a hug."
The elf kept mumbling Isabella's name.
He took the initiative to hold Isabella's hand, pulling the soft fingers and covering his beating heart.
"Boom, bang..."
The soft voice of the elf fell on my ears, softening into a handful of flowers, rippling and blooming in the spring water.
The voice that was usually the coldest and most controlled was now so soft that it was like a thin hook, tickling people's ears.
Uneasy.
Isabella had never heard such a voice as Lancelot.
His hands and feet were completely weakened by the elf's voice, and he didn't know where to move his limbs. His face still maintained the dazed and shocked expression just now, and he stared blankly at the elf with charming eyes at this time.
This this……
Miss Julong has never eaten pork, but she has seen pigs running away.
But no matter how stupid or ignorant you are, you can still guess Lancelot's current state.
It's like the orcs have entered estrus.
But he is an elf! ! !
Elves are the most ascetic species on the continent, how can they have any estrus period!
Miss Dragon was almost in a mess in the wind.
"Bella, give me a hug."
Lancelot's voice pulled Isabella back again.
In this small space, the ground is covered with soft blankets, and the sky is dimly lit by tent ceiling lights.
Any slightest friction is magnified.
Create an infinite sense of ambiguity.
"Bella, give Lance a hug."
Like a devout believer praying for blessings from the gods, the greedy desires suppressed in his heart are infinitely magnified.
The elf raised his face, his slender neck curved gracefully, and his Adam's apple rolled slightly. At some point, one of the buttons on the collar was loosened, revealing a small piece of pearly white skin.
There is a broken and messy beauty.
The elf stared at Isabella, broken light falling in his eyes, wondering why she didn't come to hug him.
why?
Didn't she say that she liked Lance the most?
The elf was very dissatisfied with the distance between the two at this moment. There was a voice in his heart that was amplifying infinitely. It was so powerful that it overwhelmed his reason and kept tempting him in his ears.
a little closer.
It doesn't matter, you can... get closer.
The elf turned into a vine and wrapped around the big tree he admired little by little.
But his stupid face remained motionless, as if he didn't understand the amorous feelings at all.
But Miss Mu Mu is so warm.
Interlocking his fingers, he inserted them one by one, holding each other tightly, leaving no room for struggle to escape.
Close quietly, and a little closer.
The golden branches and leaves of the vine are beautiful and soft, tightly wrapping the wood, covering it layer by layer, moistening the material silently, and quickly closing the last gaps before the wood notices it.
"you……"
Bella was thrown to the carpet by the elf.
She opened her eyes wide instantly and stared blankly at the elf's now blushing face.
Where the skin touches, half is ice and snow, and half is flame.
"Lance, get up...ah."
There was a tremor in Isabella's voice that even she didn't notice.
too close.
Although she likes to cuddle with the elf, her current posture is too... too strange.
It's not the kind of sticker that Miss Dragon understands.
Even if she wanted to treat the elves as free food, she couldn't eat normally in her current posture.
Both hands were clasped by the elf's ten fingers and placed on both sides of the cheeks unable to move. His legs were also suppressed. If he moved even slightly, he would be pressed hard again by the irrational elf.
Get closer.
The breath in her chest seemed to melt into her body.
No, there must be something wrong with today's soup.
I don’t know what kind of poison it is, but her tears can undo all poisons.
Isabella was upset.
She happened to have used up all the antidote she had stored today. In this situation, she could only make one on the spot in front of the elves.
So I squeezed my eyes hard.
The elf's thin breathing fell on her ears. The two of them lay on the carpet with their necks crossed. Isabella couldn't ignore the sound even if she wanted to. ,
Her ears were red and her eyelashes were trembling.
Finally, I squeezed out a tear.
Before she could be happy, tears ran down her face and disappeared into the carpet.
Isabella "???"
Damn, what a waste!
Just as she was about to cry again, the elf covering her body suddenly moved.
He half-propped his body, and his golden blond hair flowed down his shoulders like silk.
Four eyes facing each other.
The pure gold eyes were bright and magnificent, reflecting Isabella's reddish nose from holding back tears.
There is still a residual wet mark on the cheek.
Shiny.
Very tempting.
Lancelot was bewitched.
He slowly lowered his head and got closer and closer.
Then he stuck out his tongue and licked it lightly.
Like kissing a petal, the soft touch travels along the senses and reaches the tip of the heart.
More, want more more.
Amplified greed is urging in the ears.
Do you want to pick this flower? Do you want her to bloom only in your own garden forever?
The elf's eyes flashed slightly.
The next second, his eyes returned to the blurry state again.
Isabella was shocked by the elf's actions throughout the whole process, her mind was in a blank state, and she even forgot to push him away.
And now, she couldn't push him away.
The elf's face was covered again.
The soft lips were scented with mint, and the hot temperature fell on Isabella's lips.
First there was a gentle peck, but the jerky movements didn't know how to proceed next, and they seemed to be silently testing Isabella's reaction.
Seeing that Isabella didn't resist, she pressed on tightly again.
A faint smile appeared on the elf's lips, and was quickly swallowed up in his next movements without anyone noticing.
"Well……"
It wasn't until something soft that didn't belong to her came in her mouth in a big way that Isabella finally came back to her senses and wanted to retreat away from the current scene.
"!!!"
But Miss Dragon's hands and feet were weak at the moment, and her mind was in chaos. She only knew how to avoid it, but forgot that her strength was enough to overturn an elf.
She kept shrinking upwards, and was caught by the elf again, pressing it against the back of her neck, forcing her to raise her face.
The escape just now seemed to anger the elf.
He is no longer gentle and probing.
The tip of his tongue forcefully opened her lips and teeth and penetrated straight in.
Isabella was completely stunned.
She didn't know how to face such a situation at all.
Lancelot felt her distraction and bit the tip of her tongue lightly in punishment.
"hiss--"
Before he could feel the pain, the elf's voice in his ears was filled with laughter.
"Bella, the floor is too hard, how about we go to bed?"
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