The reserve food raised is the Elf King

Isabella leaned against the cage and pretended to sleep with her eyes closed, but she actually fell asleep without knowing it.

When I woke up, I found myself lying on the bed with a new set of clothes.

It was the one that Lancelot had given to her before, but she deliberately didn't wear it.

And this time, she also wore a pair of comfortable pumpkin pants under the skirt, which is Isabella's favorite fabric.

Now she could sit cross-legged on the bed with a carefree attitude. Isabella smiled with satisfaction in her heart and sat on the bedside waiting for the duplicitous elf to feed her today.

However, Isabella was disappointed.

Today, the two tall and sturdy elves with black skin came here, one on the left and one on the right standing outside the railing of the birdcage.

Isabella was angry and refused to get out of bed, "Why don't you Elf King come in person?"

The black-skinned elf didn't speak, but just stretched out his hand.

There is a small tray made of logs in the palm of the hand, with Isabella's familiar crystal bottle and two jelly beans placed on it.

He didn’t even deliver the jelly beans himself!

Isabella was really a little angry now.

"Is he afraid to come to see me?"

But having said that, Isabella will not have trouble with Jelly Bean, she needs to replenish a lot of energy.

So he stepped on the soft ground with his bare feet, walked to the cage and reached out to take the jelly beans.

The two black-skinned elves are always quiet and taciturn. If it is a dark and lightless environment at the moment, they can perfectly hide in the darkness, and even their long silver hair will not reflect any luster.

After Isabella took away the crystal bottle, the black-skinned elf did not leave immediately. Her cold eyes were lowered, as if she wanted to watch Isabella eat the jelly beans before completing this mission.

Isabella's eyes paused slightly.

Maybe this is a good opportunity to explore the world outside the birdcage.

The white fog was so thick that she couldn't see the end.

Isabella raised her head and met the eyes of the black-skinned elf.

Pure silver eyes...

Isabella guessed uncertainly: "Are you night elves?"

As a poor student who never listened carefully when she was in school, Isabella racked her brains to recall for a long time, and finally pulled out a few fragments from her long-lasting memory.

About the habits of the night elves.

The night elves do not live in the sunny green space with the forest elves. They hide in the depths of the Darkmoon Canyon, which is the border of the kingdom near the ocean abyss and is almost isolated from the world.

This is related to the character of the night elves.

Most people on the mainland believe that elves are gentle and kind in nature, which actually refers to the forest elves among the three major elven races.

That's not the case with night elves.

Most of their physical features and personalities are completely opposite to those of forest elves. Night elves are characterized by dark skin, long silver-white hair and silver pupils. They are autistic and lonely by nature and do not like crowded places. They will only fly through the woods in the dead of night.

Most night elves have no desires and desires, and are so taciturn that they can go an entire year without speaking a word. Moreover, their relationship with the forest elves is also very ordinary. Sometimes they feel that the smiles of fair-skinned elves in the sun are too fake and refuse to blend in with them.

I don’t know how Lancelot managed to rule this group of lonely and weird night elves.

Ah wait...silver eyes.

A bold guess crossed Isabella's mind.

"I know you are night elves and don't like to talk." Isabella continued very understandingly, not caring that the two elves didn't answer her words just now.

"But I can't. If I don't speak for a long time, I will be suppressed and go crazy. And your Elf King locked me here, and he definitely doesn't want to see me become crazy, right? "

Miss Dragon began to show weakness and made a pitiful expression. Coupled with her current frail and smaller appearance, the performance was very effective.

He felt that the eyes of the two elves on him seemed to soften a little.

Isabella smiled to herself with satisfaction.

Hee hee, elves are really easy to fool.

Whether it's black or white.

The girl suddenly clapped her hands lightly, as if she thought of some good idea, her bright eyes lit up: "Well, I don't need you to chat with me, you just listen to what I say occasionally. alright."

"It's just a casual chat," Isabella emphasized, allowing the night elves to continue to let down their guard, smile innocently and brightly, and suggest expectantly: "If what I said is right, can you just nod?"

However, the tall elf remained silent and made no move.

Still don't agree?

Isabella hesitated for a moment, then changed to a more tactful approach: "Then you blink twice?"

"If you agree with me, just blink twice?"

This time, the night elf blinked twice.

The silver eyes dangled slightly, like two little stars.

Isabella breathed a huge sigh of relief.

She smiled and said: "You should know that your Elf King and I have known each other for a long time. But there was a little misunderstanding between us, and he was a little angry with me. But I have always cared about him, so I wanted to Let me tell you something about him over the years.”

The night elf looked at her quietly.

There was an awkward silence.

Isabella expressed her affection, but received no response. She thought for a moment and suddenly realized.

The conversation should be approached in a questioning tone.

She's so stupid.

Isabella guessed: "Does your elf king have the blood of night elves?"

This time, the night elf blinked twice.

"The bloodline comes from...his mother?"

Isabella didn't know Lancelot's mother at all, and even about his family and his childhood, she almost never talked about this topic.

But night elves all have silver eyes.

Lancelot's eyes must have been inherited from one of his parents.

In her mind, Isabella wanted to punch her former self.

When Lancelot just came back from the Lost Forest, the color of his eyes kept changing between silver and gold. Isabella never considered that it might be a family factor from the elves, and thought she was the one who gave him the trouble. That pot of strange soup gave the elf an eye problem.

It was a complete guess, causing me to miss such a big clue early!

The night elf blinked twice, confirming Isabella's guess.

Isabella asked again: "Has the character of your Elf King always been so difficult to approach?"

The former Lancelot was gentle.

What happened to him after he returned to Pudaccino?

That's when it turned into the uncertain appearance it has now.

This time, however, the night elf's eyes did not blink.

Isabella guessed uncertainly, were they denying it?

"Don't speak ill of the Elf King."

The night elf's voice was cold and deep.

After saying that, he turned around and left, disappearing into the billowing white mist.

"Hey hey hey, don't go!"

Isabella shouted loudly from behind, "It's okay if I said something wrong! Let's talk about other topics!"

Yet the night elves never looked back.

Isabella sighed in frustration, lowered her head and muttered: "At least tell me when Lancelot will come over next time. You can't let me wait for him here all the time. I'm almost going to be bored. .”

The girl's complaining voice was barely audible, but it quietly traveled along the mist to where it should go.

Isabella didn't notice this either. She lowered her head and glanced at the jelly beans in her hand that had not yet opened the bottle cap.

Do you want to eat it?

Isabella still had some doubts in her heart. She felt that this jelly bean was definitely not a jelly bean that simply filled her stomach as Lancelot explained.

But she has no other choice now.

"Forget it, let's eat and see first..."

Isabella opened the cap of the bottle and ate the jelly beans in two slurping mouthfuls.

He threw the empty crystal bottle on the table, lay back on the big bed and continued to sleep.

The huge mercury mirror not far away clearly recorded everything that had just happened in the birdcage.

The mercury mirror was more than twice as tall as Isabella. The outer frame was woven with a circle of vines, and the carved branches and leaves twisted upwards and converged to the top, forming a lifting-shaped vine base.

A bright crystal ball sits quietly on the top.

Because Miss Dragon had seen too many jewels, she only glanced at the crystal ball and ignored it.

Naturally, I didn't take a closer look. Inside the transparent crystal, there was occasionally a faint white mist.

Soon it spread out again and became clear again.

-

For several days, the two night elves took turns delivering jelly beans to Isabella.

Lancelot didn't know what happened, but he never appeared in the birdcage again.

Isabella was not in a hurry, she just ate and slept and ate every day.

Before occasionally eating jelly beans, I would seize the opportunity to chat with the night elf who came to deliver the meal today, and inquire about some news related to Lancelot.

Sometimes, if the night elves happen to not be "angry" (?) by Isabella today, she will share with them some interesting things they encountered before.

The night elves have basically never left Pudacino. Although they have no strong desire to leave, Isabella is very good at telling stories. Occasionally, she talks about the ups and downs of the plot, which still attracts the attention of the two. gaze.

But this is only an act of storytelling that unfolds occasionally.

Isabella was not in the mood to tell stories every day.

Apart from this, she had no other spare time activities in her life.

It sounds boring as hell.

However, for a giant dragon, such a life is actually very normal and will not cause reactions such as depression or irritability.

Sleeping, dazing, these behaviors.

In the infinite time of the dragons, it will occupy a large part of their daily life.

They have long been accustomed to using all kinds of boring behaviors to pass the time in their lifespan, which is so long that there is no end in sight.

Even counting gold coins can sometimes become a fun-looking activity.

Still sleeping most of the time.

Just like the group of old guys in the Flame Ash Mountain, they agreed to take a light sleep for ten thousand years and talk about other things when they wake up. Then he didn’t say hello to anyone, and just closed the cave and went to sleep!

only……

There is a difference between sleeping and sleeping.

The proud dragons only like to lie down in their own territory and sleep with countless treasures of their own.

Instead of being like Isabella now, in a place infinitely far away from her hometown, with only two eyeball-sized jelly beans to fill her hungry belly every day.

She needs absolute freedom.

The freedom from being controlled.

Therefore, Isabella is still waiting patiently. She must find a chance to leave here.

"...Can't you have something else to eat today?"

When the night elves came to deliver jelly beans again, Isabella rarely complained, "I want to eat meat~"

"No."

"???"

Who is speaking? !

Isabella, who was sitting lazily cross-legged on the ground, suddenly opened her eyes wide, jumped up, and looked outside the birdcage in shock, "Did you speak??!"

She looked around in surprise, but there was no one else there, and she was sure that there was only the night elf in front of her.

This is the first time in so many days.

These two elves would only stop her when she mentioned something bad to the Elf King, but today they actually responded to her chat.

The night elves were silent again.

Just like the brief words just now, they were just Isabella's own imagination.

Obviously not.

Isabella approached the golden cage and took a closer look at the night elf outside the cage for the first time - as a dragon lady who only likes glittering gold, although she has been pestering the two night elves recently, she has never Not once did he look them in the eye.

After all, it's really, really dark.

No dragon likes dark things.

——Lancelot sent two night elves to deliver food to Isabella, also taking this relationship into consideration.

And, not only that, Lancelot also took advantage of the night elves' taciturn nature. He even specially found two night elves in the entire group who disliked noisy environments the most.

Now, even if Isabella wanted to chat with them more, these two elves would not respond to her.

So Lancelot was relieved that during the period when he had to leave, the two elves would not be fooled by Isabella's sweet words and let her go softly.

But Lancelot underestimated Isabella's charm.

He himself has half the blood of a night elf, but he still cannot resist his instinctive desire to pursue light and passion. How can other elves who have never seen the outside world be more determined than his willpower?

The young night elf in front of him broke his habit for the first time.

He wore a suit of armor that was light and easy to move around, and carried a large bow and arrow behind his back. He was tall and strong, with muscle lines vaguely visible under the armor. Unlike the elegant and slender physiques of the forest elves, the night elves are more like a silent mountain, guarding the quiet and peaceful night.

The dark skin concealed his emotions, and a pair of elf ears were hidden under the silver hair, but they were trembling quietly.

The young elf pursed his lips in annoyance.

He didn't expect that he would subconsciously respond to Isabella's words.

Isabella did not embarrass him, but blinked her clear and misty eyes, and softly finished the explanation for him: "It's because most elves don't eat meat, so you didn't prepare meat for me, right? ?”

The night elf was immersed in his own troubles and was stunned when he heard this.

Then, slowly and lightly, he blinked twice.

Isabella smiled and said: "Oh, that doesn't matter. I have no problem eating these jelly beans, but occasionally I feel a little full. After all, you may not know that I belong to the purely carnivorous beast tribe. It’s normal to miss the delicious barbecue and so on.”

The girl seemed very considerate.

Even the fact that she could only eat two jelly beans a day, which was contrary to the racial characteristics of the orcs, was forgiven by her in an understatement.

This made the young night elf, for the first time, feel a trace of dissatisfaction with his supreme elf king. It was very secret, flashing past, and buried in the heart of the elf.

The smile in Isabella's eyes grew deeper.

But she did not continue to complain, but asked brightly and crisply: "Want to hear a story? I have some time today, so I can tell you another story."

The night elf raised his eyes and glanced at Isabella, then blinked twice as if he was shy.

So Isabella bent one knee, sat on the edge of the birdcage, and told this simple elf a story about the Little Mermaid.

"...The Little Mermaid left the ocean for her love and ended up turning into foam."

The wicked dragon lady told a fairy tale with a tragic ending, which made the simple elf not come back to his senses for a long time after hearing the story.

His complexion is dark, and his silver eyes are rarely bright.

It seems that she is very puzzled as to why the little mermaid would make a bet at the cost of her own life for the so-called love, and finally get the ethereal bubble.

"So, this story is to criticize the Little Mermaid, she is too paranoid." Isabella joked, "Between different races, especially two races with different living habits, cognitions and concepts, They weren’t meant to be together in the first place.”

If Lancelot were here, he would be able to react immediately. Isabella was talking about himself and her situation.

Giant dragons regard other species as food that can be eaten, so naturally it is difficult for them to agree to be with food.

But the elf dreams of love.

Isabella admitted that she liked Lancelot very much and felt happy every minute she spent with him.

But she is a dragon!

How can a dragon be with food!

Isabella was rarely stubborn on this point.

She doesn't want love, she wants to go home, go back to her cave, and sleep happily with her tribe!

Isabella looked at the night elf, her soft voice seemed to be bewitching.

She asked: "This kind of love is wrong, right?"

The night elf blinked twice hesitantly.

Isabella smiled with satisfaction.

"Okay, you should go."

This was the first time that Isabella took the initiative to drive away the night elves who came to deliver food.

The night elf looked at her blankly, as if he didn't understand why he didn't continue chatting.

Isabelle stretched a lot, her face looking a little sleepy: "It's time for me to go to bed, I'm so tired."

Yes.

Of course you get tired easily if you eat so little.

The night elf figured this out quickly. Looking at the girl's slender limbs, a trace of emotion that he shouldn't have flashed in his eyes.

He nodded and left.

Isabella smiled as she watched the elf disappear into the white mist.

Elves are truly a bunch of simple creatures.

No wonder Lancelot specially ordered that they were not allowed to leave Pudacino recently.

If such innocent and cute little fools take a step out, they will be immediately captured and eaten by the beasts polluted by dark matter.

Isabella shook her head, walked to the bed, opened her arms and jumped up.

She really needed to sleep a little more today. She had just wasted almost an hour just telling a story to that simple elf.

You need to get enough sleep to replenish your energy.

For the dragon, sleeping allows most of the energy converted from eating to be accumulated, instead of being consumed by the hunger that rises again in the body as the food is digested. So Isabella would spend most of the day sleeping, trying to accumulate more energy.

As long as she accumulates a little bit of energy the size of a fingernail, she can turn her teeth back into dragon form.

"..."

After falling asleep, the entire birdcage returned to tranquility.

I don't know how long it took, but the huge mercury mirror in the distance suddenly emitted a light mist. The top crystal ball emitted a light blue shimmer, and the overwhelming water magic elements covered the entire mirror surface.

After a moment, the huge magic circle dispersed behind the thick fog.

Lancelot stepped out of the mirror.

His steps were so light that even the sound of the fabric swishing when the fabric rubbed was inaudible.

The elf walked to the bed and looked down at the girl sleeping on the bed.

"Kicking the quilt again and never covering it properly." The elf sighed softly, his smiling eyes full of love and satisfaction for the girl. He liked this feeling of being able to see Isabella anytime and anywhere. .

She is so good.

During this time, he had to return to the heart of the tree of life to continue the power given by the tree of life that he had not yet fully digested and integrated.

Therefore, she could only have two guards stay here with her.

Lancelot raised his eyes and glanced at the mirror in the distance. At this moment, it had completely returned to the appearance of an ordinary dressing mirror, with the crystal ball on the top emitting beautiful light.

Beautiful, but not too dazzling to make Miss Dragon, who is used to seeing all rare treasures, want to take a closer look.

fair enough.

The more plain and inconspicuous it is, the easier it is to be ignored.

The crystal ball will record everything that happens here every day in detail, transmitting every detail of Isabella's every move to Lancelot without missing a beat. Therefore, during the period of time he could not leave in the Heart of the Tree, he could see his lovely Isabella every day.

This made him less reluctant and resistant even when he was forcibly purified by the remaining power of the Tree of Life and became violent involuntarily.

Soon, he and Isabella would be together forever.

Since he could leave the Heart of the Tree temporarily, Lancelot had not yet had time to see the scene recorded in the crystal ball today. He rushed to Isabella's side anxiously and stayed with her for a short while.

Lancelot raised his hand and gently brushed the slightly messy hair from Isabella's face.

The little girl always seemed a little clumsy without him by her side to take care of her.

Even after washing my hair, I don’t even want to spend the effort to comb my hair smoothly.

This is indeed a bit troublesome for the grumpy dragon lady.

Obviously, there was a comb on the table for her that was most suitable for her curly hair. It was carved by the elf himself. He also carefully studied the appropriate magic circle, allowing her to gently comb out all the small knotted hair. All combed smoothly.

but it does not matter.

He will always be there to take care of her.

Lancelot took the comb from the table and sat on the bed again.

But just as he raised his hand, he stopped halfway.

Lancelot wasn't sure if he could touch Isabella now. But combing her hair will inevitably touch her skin, and the elf may lose control of her emotions if she is not careful.

Although it has experienced another integration with the Tree of Life, the entire process has not been completely completed.

Just wait.

Wait until he can be sure that he is in complete control of himself.

He couldn't allow anything to go wrong this time.

Not at all.

Lancelot regretfully put down the comb and placed it back on the table, keeping the same angle and position, as if he had never touched it.

Although it was clear that Isabella was careless, she would not notice such small details.

Lancelot still handled every detail with great precision.

He sat back down on the bed.

In order to make sure that Isabella would not wake up halfway, the elf cast another sleep spell on her as a precaution, making her fall into a deeper sleep.

Then, Lancelot slowly leaned against the small corner near the bed and slowly lay down on his side.

Lying face to face with Isabella.

The girl's gentle breathing, with the scorching temperature that dragons naturally have higher than that of ordinary people, gently blew on the elf's face.

Just breathing, Lancelot couldn't help but feel a small tremor in his body.

He gasped briefly, and it took him a long time to regain his composure.

The elf stretched out a finger and vaguely traced the girl's facial features through the air.

Her beautiful and delicate face looked light and carefree even after falling asleep, as if she was dreaming of some sweet dream.

I wonder...whether he was in her dream.

Lancelot didn't dare to hope.

He knew that what he was doing was wrong. Even if Isabella didn't argue with him in person, she was obviously unhappy.

However, he was really unwilling and unable to let her leave his world.

He can't.

The elf's sterling silver eyes revealed an inorganic cold light, and deep bitterness spread in the deepest part of the pupils, but on the surface it was still that cold and hard shell, not allowing a trace of emotion to be revealed.

That's fine too.

Lancelot suddenly became weak for a moment, then became strong again.

Due to instinct and nature, an elf is unable to do anything that would truly harm the person he loves. Unless it goes against the intention...but that will only make both people miserable.

Lancelot didn't want Isabella to be really upset.

and so……

He prayed quietly in his heart.

If we could live together peacefully like this, it would only take a few years. If Isabella was willing to stay here and not leave him, be obedient and patient, and wait for him for a short period of time, that would be fine.

In this way, Lancelot will have enough time to use all the energy of the tree of life for his own use, and will no longer be controlled by the tree of life.

——What the Tree of Life needs is an Elf King who is completely selfless, extremely calm and indifferent, who only protects the entire land of Pudacino.

Just like the God of Light once believed in in the mainland, the Tree of Life wanted to create a god belonging to the elves.

It chose Lancelot.

But Lancelot didn't want to.

Gods have no emotions.

But he had Isabella.

The one who never wants to let go, his lover.

Lancelot has planned that when he fully masters all the power, the Tree of Life will be unable to control him, and the heart of the tree will fall into a complete sleep.

At that time, he took Isabella to the tree of life and made the most solemn contract oath that could not be changed or indelible.

Let everyone witness his engagement with Isabella.

then……

Thinking of this, the elf slowly retracted the fingers that were resting on the girl's cheek.

Gradually slide down, tracing the soft undulations of her torso.

Come to the heart.

contract reached.

He would grant Isabella a minimum of freedom.

——With him, you can go wherever you want.

But, you have to be by his side.

The elf's silver eyes became deeper and deeper, with a dark ink color almost condensing in the center. The snow-white skin was as white as jade, and the suppressed emotions at the end of the eyes forced a light red color, showing a somewhat broken and morbid sense of satisfaction.

Imagine happy scenes in the future.

Lancelot smiled, and placed a weak kiss on the girl's forehead across a small distance that was almost touching.

"Good night and sweet dreams, my love."

……

Isabella slept very deeply this time, and felt a little sleepy when she woke up. She looked around, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes.

Always felt……

While sleeping, vaguely heard Lancelot's voice?

She sniffed hard, but now she could only maintain her human form. Even her sense of smell was not as sharp as when she was a dragon, and she couldn't smell any special smell in the air.

I can only give up in frustration.

On the huge bed, there were only traces of Isabella rolling around and there was no sign that anyone else had been there.

Isabella looked around suspiciously, trying to find any clue.

At this time, the night elves outside the birdcage came to deliver jelly beans again.

Today’s visitor is the one carrying the heavy sword.

Isabella glanced at him twice. Although the age of the elf was difficult to tell simply from his face, it was obvious that the man today was older and his expression looked much calmer.

He doesn't look like a silly and sweet person who can be easily fooled.

So he threw all his thoughts to the back of his mind, took the jelly beans and ate them directly without saying anything to the night elf.

After Isabella returned the empty crystal bottle to the night elf, she turned around and returned to the center of the birdcage.

She turned her back to the elf outside the birdcage, so naturally she didn't notice that those silver eyes stayed on her body for a few more seconds before slowly disappearing into the white mist.

Isabella was thinking about the next serious question.

Ok……

Just by counting (bushi), the passage of time in the birdcage was so unclear that Isabella was even a little confused as to how often the two night elves came to deliver jelly beans to her.

Next time the younger one comes, she'll ask.

When I thought about the time, Isabella felt a rare sense of irritability and urgency in her heart.

If Lancelot doesn't show up for a while, that's fine. Anyway, she has completed most of her ninth-grade coursework, and her ranking in the Duel Tower is high enough for her to successfully enter the next grade with full credits.

But it would be very bad if Lancelot didn't show up for three to five years.

Although for dragons and elves, three to five years is just a blink of an eye in a long life.

But Isabella still has to go to school!

She still has the last tenth grade to finish, and she must not delay here.

If I can't graduate successfully, wouldn't the painful experience of sleeping in college until dark and doing homework all be in vain?

Just thinking about it makes me irritable.

So, the next time the young night elf came again, Isabella took the initiative to make new requests.

"Could you bring me a quill and a stack of paper next time you come?"

The night elf looked at her quietly and did not agree immediately.

Isabella smiled: "I'm a little bored and want to write some letters to Lance."

write a letter--? What a ghost.

She just wanted to come up with a graduation topic.

But such words would clearly show that Isabella was planning to leave.

So I can only "modify" it.

The night elf's expression moved.

He seemed to want to nod subconsciously, but suddenly he seemed to feel something. His movements froze slightly, and he immediately turned around and looked behind him.

Lower your head respectfully and salute.

Lancelot is coming.

Isabella blinked.

She wasn't sure how much Lancelot heard, and she was secretly glad that she didn't mention the "graduation topic", otherwise it would be difficult to explain.

The blond elf outside the cage and the dragon lady in the cage looked at each other.

Isabella was the first to smile and said, "Lance, you came just in time and saved me from writing you a letter."

She didn't complain about why Lancelot left her here alone for so long, but she just said with a light smile in her voice as usual when chatting: "You know, if I don't have to, I hate writing."

The girl's sweet voice seemed to penetrate the thick and boundless white mist and float to the other side of the endless world.

The intimate and coquettish tone is like sweet candy.

The night elf quietly disappeared into the white mist, leaving only Lancelot and Isabella.

Isabella's eyes did not move at all, she just stared at Lancelot intently, never sharing her peripheral vision with anyone else.

This trivial discovery made the blond elf feel a little more satisfied.

The next second, the elf passed through the solid bars of the golden cage and entered the birdcage.

Isabella carefully observed the elf's actions.

She was now convinced that there was indeed no trace of magic on the birdcage.

So - there really is no barrier!

This made Isabella even more excited.

All it takes is one tooth!

She can go home!

"Haven't you eaten today's jelly beans?"

Lancelot noticed the crystal bottle in Isabella's hand.

Isabella quickly retracted her thoughts, "Ah, oh yes."

"Want to eat something else?" The elf's voice was empty and cold, no longer as gentle as before.

"I heard Kyle Rice say you want to eat meat."

Kyles, was that the night elf just now?

Isabella did not deny it. She deliberately touched her belly pretending to be pitiful: "Forget it if they don't understand me. Lance, you have been with me for so long, don't you still know what I like to eat the most?"

But this sentence was obviously intended to bring the relationship closer, but it touched another sensitive nerve of the elf.

He sneered and his eyes instantly darkened.

"Really? Isn't your favorite food my hair?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped and condensed.

Isabella didn't dare to say anything.

"..."

Because what Lancelot said, to a certain extent... is, well, right.

Woo woo woo o(╥﹏╥)o

"I'm sorry, Lance, I was wrong."

Ms. Dragon admitted her mistake honestly, "I shouldn't have treated you as food."

Lancelot saw Isabella admitting her mistake obediently, and the violence in his heart slowly dissipated.

He pinched his eyebrows, annoyed and unable to control his emotions.

He said coldly, "Next time I will prepare some meat for you, but you have to eat the jelly beans too."

In order to prevent Isabella from overthinking, "You are not in good health right now. Eating jelly beans can help you recover faster."

Of course what Lancelot said was a lie. He could now lie without stuttering.

But Isabella believed it.

Her beautiful eyes suddenly lit up: "Really?!"

As if she found that her happiness was too obvious, Isabella coughed awkwardly and stammered, "I mean, I... um."

Well, she really couldn't think of any explanation. If she said too much, it would sound like a lie.

After all, it is normal to want to be able to change back.

Lancelot didn't want to see Isabella scratching her head and thinking of excuses anymore. He sighed softly, "Bella, I hope you can be happy."

After finishing speaking, as if he felt that such words made him look weak, the elf pursed his lips coldly, turned away and said nothing.

The blond hair fell on the elf's shoulders.

The color is more dazzling than a birdcage made of pure gold, and it contains a rich and deep fragrance.

Ms. Dragon slowly stopped all movements.

His eyes were staring straight at the elf's back.

The distance between the two at this time was a bit close.

Isabella's sense of smell was limited before, and she didn't smell the change in Lancelot's scent.

But now, she felt very clearly that the very delicious smell on the elf's blond hair, which extremely attracted Isabella's appetite, was several times stronger than before.

It smells good.

Really, it smells so good.

The dragon's intuition told Isabella that the scent of the elf's blond hair that attracted the dragon was largely related to his abilities. It was obvious that after leaving the academy and returning home, Lancelot's abilities in all aspects were enhanced many times. .

It's even so strong... that it can even compete with Isabella in dragon form.

Isabella was not curious how he became so powerful.

There was only one thought in her mind now.

That is... pounce on it.

As long as she takes one bite, no, two more bites!

This is much more abundant than the jelly beans that accumulate energy the size of rice grains every day!

The girl's eyes slowly darkened, the misty blue condensing into a light silver, like the brightest and most powerful scales on the dragon's body, staring straight at the elf's back.

Just because the body is disturbed and cannot recover does not mean that the soul is also restricted.

The silver beast's pupils reflected the elf's golden back.

A huge desire rose up from below, swallowing up almost all of Isabella's thoughts.

Not only the desire to eat, but also an indescribable feeling...

It was like, it had been silent for so long that Isabella almost forgot that she would appear again——

Estrus.

There seemed to be an hallucination in the girl's ears. The sound of waves crashing against the rocks could be heard from an unknown end in the distance, sometimes far and sometimes near. I had only heard it once before, the charming ballad from the little mermaid prince, which penetrated the white mist and landed on the top of Isabella's heart.

Trembling, touching the soul.

It inspires an irresistible heat.

"Bella?"

The elf noticed the hot gaze behind him and turned around hesitantly.

There was no time for any reaction.

The girl rushed forward and knocked Lancelot completely to the ground.

"you--!"

The remaining surprises and words were all blocked between his lips and teeth.

He gasped for breath, the fabric of his clothes was torn apart, and there were one or two uncontrollable groans.

There was a brief pause, as if time had stopped at this moment.

The next second, someone suddenly exerted force.

"Clap."

Accompanied by a light hum.

The air was instantly filled with rich sweetness.

It was as if an extremely sweet and fragrant fruit had finally been bitten through the thin outer membrane, and the sticky and sweet juice splashed everywhere.