The reserve food raised is the Elf King

Isabella fell asleep again.

When she woke up, she found to her surprise that she was not alone in the birdcage this time. Lancelot held her in his arms from behind, their limbs intertwined with each other, like two big lobsters hunched over.

Soft blond hair enveloped her, almost enveloping her in a golden ocean.

Fragrant and sweet.

Like a fairyland on earth.

Isabella swallowed quietly and said, "...Gudong."

Although the elf's body is very cold, she is really hot.

The estrus period hasn't passed yet, so it's really easy to make Miss Dragon excited!

Isabella silently despised her own futility for three seconds, then stretched out her hand unyieldingly, grabbing a large amount of the elf's blond hair in her hand without any courtesy at all.

——The opportunity to collect wool is so rare. If you save enough energy to create two teeth, you can chew the cage and escape at twice the speed!

but……

After she leaves in the future, it will be difficult to find another food reserve with such high quality...

Thinking about this, Miss Dragon began to feel a little reluctant to part with this fragrant elf.

woohoo.

Baby, I'm really hungry for your body (cross out).

But if she was asked to stay in this big cage obediently, there was no way Isabella would agree to it.

Ms. Dragon always puts her own happiness first.

So - you still have to run if you should.

The sooner the better!

At worst, I really miss the elf (his hair), so I sneak over to take a look at him.

Thinking of this, Isabella decided that before escaping, she not only wanted to get back her gold storage ring, but also found a way to take away the scales she had given to Lancelot when she was trying to make him happy. .

Without the dragon's scales, Lancelot would not be able to detect the dragon hiding in the dark.

When the time comes, she can secretly absorb elves no matter how she wants! Can! by!

Happy!

Isabella planned every preparation she needed to make before escaping, and now there was only one last thing left -

~

Isabella excitedly turned around in Lancelot's arms, took the initiative to wrap her arms around the elf's neck, and put her lips up.

"Boom!"

After a crisp sound, she continued to wrap around it, like chewing on a soft and elastic jelly, the water was sweet and soft.

Isabella's lips and teeth were unclear, and she whispered a few words in dragon language that no one could understand. Her soft voice seemed to have a trace of confusion as if she had not woken up.

She reached down and untied the elf's collar bit by bit.

Just touched the collarbone.

The elf who woke up quickly grabbed the hot fingers and pressed them into his arms.

"what's wrong……"

(This section is really pure - the dragon just wants to eat the elf, a big fragrant chicken leg, the kind that is fragrant and tender! But it is obviously not easy to eat the face, so it has to bite the neck! Really I haven’t written anything that I can’t write, I’ve deleted it qq)

The elf's pointed ears were almost burning.

But he still tried to be serious, reached out and grabbed the little girl's back collar, lifted her up, and took her out of the quilt.

Placed neatly on the bedside.

The elf resisted the urge to blush, and softly couldn't help but say defensively, "That time it was just out of necessity..."

Of course, Lancelot did not mean that Isabella did anything wrong, nor did he think that she had seduced him.

Everything is his fault.

"I didn't control myself, I'm sorry."

Lancelot took all the blame on himself.

If he had been calmer and more determined at that time, instead of being easily controlled by his rationality, he would not have allowed what happened next.

But Lancelot didn't dare tell Isabella that he had long since recovered from the initial period when both of them were out of control.

Sober and surrender to her.

After all, it’s been seven days…

Thinking of those messy fragments of memory, the elf couldn't help but feel joy in his soul, and his face became increasingly red.

The silver eyes softened and turned into a pool of spring water, as if the gentle and gentle elf before had returned.

However, Lancelot soon returned to his cold and indifferent appearance.

He calmly got up from the bed, pulled back the collar that the little girl had torn open, and buttoned the buttons to the top one by one.

(It’s just about getting dressed when you get up. Normal people have to get dressed when they get up, right...nothing else qq)

Then he touched the girl's soft white hair.

Isabella "?"

dragon sluggish jg

Lancelot lowered his eyes and did not look at her, but said, "Bella, please sleep a little longer."

Isabella was completely stunned.

The little fat sheep that was delivered to your door is going to run away like this?

what the hell!

"Don't be shy, I'm not shy either!"

Isabella refused to let Lancelot go. She wanted to eat another meal no matter what she said today.

after all--

Although it was a little tiring, Isabella said she was really willing to do it more times!

(The dragon wants to eat the elf, in the Western fantasy sense! It’s like eating a cake, there is no other meaning. Qq, please let me go...)

"Bella, be good."

However, Lancelot refused to say anything this time.

Even if Isabella shamelessly pounces on his body and wraps it around his body like jelly beans, the elf will quickly grab the back of his neck with quick hands, tear it off calmly and calmly, and stuff it back into the bed again.

Roll up the quilt into a long dragon-filled candy.

Isabella "..."

Lacking the brute force to suppress the elves, Isabella could only huddle under the quilt.

Reluctantly, he retreated to the next best thing, "Then give me another hug. I promise it's just a hug and nothing else."

The girl's eyes were bright and she raised a small white face.

Although the elf was a little confused and felt that Miss Dragon's words were not trustworthy, he couldn't help but feel soft for her cuteness and said softly, "Okay, let's hold her for another hour."

Lancelot must go to the heart of the tree every day to continue his unfinished integration with the tree of life. If he didn't really miss his little girl, it stands to reason that he should have stayed in the heart of the tree for the past two years and never left her.

After being away for a long time, it is easy to be controlled by some dark emotions.

These emotions themselves come from Lancelot himself and have taken root in his body for many years. The elves have long been unable to eradicate them and can only use stronger willpower to suppress them.

After a while, after completely integrating the power of the Tree of Life, Lancelot will regain control and will no longer be controlled by any outside world.

after an hour.

Lancelot opened his eyes on time, and the little girl in his arms was sleeping soundly.

Wrapped around him like an octopus, the elf wanted to leave quietly without disturbing her, but Isabella was wrapped too tightly and he didn't want to hurt her.

I could only say softly, "Bella, Bella. It's time for me to go. Can you relax a little...?"

Isabella didn't wake up and asked vaguely, "Where are you going?"

She said and rubbed her cheek against him.

The elf's heart almost melted.

It's like being soaked in a sweet candy jar, as unreal as a dream.

But Lancelot knew clearly and joyfully that all of this was real, and the touch on his body was real - Isabella was really hugging herself intimately, and she was so well-behaved.

The elf softened his voice and turned into a puddle of gentle water, no longer as cold as before, "I'm just leaving for a while, and I'll come back to sleep with you at night, okay?"

Isabella woke up a little, she rubbed her eyes and sat up.

As the arms around him left, Lancelot felt quietly lost for a moment.

He subconsciously chased the girl's warmth and held her hand again without leaving a trace.

Fingers intertwined.

I couldn't help but want to talk to her more.

Even if Isabella never asked him where he was, Lancelot still wanted to take the initiative to tell her everything.

He hoped that she could understand him better.

"The life of the elves originated from the great tree of life. It is one of the three world sources that maintains the stability of the continent. It also provides endless energy for the reproduction of the elves for tens of thousands of years."

The elf's voice was ethereal and clear, causing Isabella to suddenly pause while rubbing her eyes.

How come it's so easy... have you started teaching? !

Being locked in a cage, you can't escape the tragic fate of being forced to go to class?

Listening to the elf's ethereal and clear voice, for a moment, I felt like I was back in Clavia's classroom.

Suddenly I felt a basin of refreshing cold water pouring down on me.

Miss Julong instantly became pure and had no desires at all.

On the contrary, Lancelot lost his restraint and became more comfortable.

The elf took the initiative to hold Isabella in his arms. The little girl's slender limbs made her a small ball in his arms compared to the already tall elf.

The fit is tight.

They were meant to be a couple.

Such thoughts made the elf feel happy.

The cascade of blond hair fell on her shoulders, and the fragrance of fir trees enveloped her.

Isabella "..."

OK.

For the sake of the hair.

Just take a lesson if it’s hard to do it qq

Lancelot lowered his eyes and talked about the little-known history of the elves on the continent in an understatement.

"Tens of thousands of years ago, the God of Light disappeared from the land of Clavia, and Pudacino's tree of life began to fail. He needed to choose a successor to protect Pudacino's eternal peace and lead The elves are once again prosperous."

The tree of life chose Lancelot.

Isabella listened sleepily. Lancelot always told stories in a precise manner, which was far less vivid than Eric's. But fortunately, the elf's voice was so nice that it didn't make Miss Dragon really fall asleep.

"Were you chosen by the Tree of Life from the beginning to become its carrier?"

carrier?

The word did not occur to Lancelot.

He shook his head slightly and said, "No, I didn't know about being chosen by the Tree of Life before I returned to Pudacino."

The elf paused, "Perhaps you already know that my mother is a night elf."

Isabella didn't hide it and nodded carelessly.

She knew that given Elf's sullen personality and his excessive psychological activity, he would definitely not trust her in private and leave her here alone, and would definitely observe her secretly somewhere.

——Yes, Isabella has long discovered that Lancelot will often observe her secretly.

When she was in school a few years ago, Isabella would often feel a distant gaze falling on her. At first it was self-study in the library, but later sometimes when I went shopping with Lydia to buy food in the college market, I would feel the familiar sight.

Miss Dragon is particularly sensitive to the prying eyes of others.

As a hunter, she is naturally adept at waiting for opportunities.

She didn't make a big show of it or lose her temper. Instead, one day when she was walking on the street and that familiar sight stuck to her body again, she quickly rounded the corner and transformed into a giant dragon, walking through the streets at a speed that could not be caught by the naked eye. , found the source of sight.

——It turned out to be a cloud laboratory?

The silver-white dragon folded its wings and hid in the shade of the trees under the tower. It looked confusedly at a small open window on the top of the towering experimental tower.

There was a telescope inside, Isabella vaguely remembered.

Lancelot, what kind of strange habit is this...?

Isabella was puzzled by this.

But as a always enlightened breeder, she decided to condone various strange behaviors in her own food reserves. And in a sense, the admiration and appreciation of her own food reserves, and even the constant pursuit of her eyes, for Miss Julong, are a kind of praise for her charm.

It shows that the reserve grains are raised successfully by the breeders.

So, after that time, Isabella tried her best to ignore the eyes that always followed her after she fell away, pretending to be ignorant.

However, now in this huge and gorgeous solid gold birdcage, Isabella has not discovered yet how Lancelot will come to see her.

It seems like I haven't seen any magic items.

Isabella glanced around casually, and saw the elf holding her in his arms in the tall and bright mirror in the distance.

She retracted her eyes and raised her hand to poke Lancelot's cheek, "But you are so white. Shouldn't all night elves be as dark as Kellais?"

Listening to Isabella skillfully spitting out the names of other unrelated people from her soft little mouth, Lancelot felt a trace of sadness in his heart. But he soon regained his clarity. After all, the little girl was lying in his arms obediently.

The elf nodded lightly and said, "My mother is a princess of the night elves, and I inherited a pair of dazzling golden eyes from her. It's just that the blood energy in my body that comes from my father's family is stronger. When I officially reach adulthood, Afterwards, they turned silver."

Isabella hesitated, "Your father is... Ribister?"

Lancelot nodded.

This made Isabella even more confused, "But, have you never heard that the Elf King has children and a wife?"

Even Eric doesn't know about this. When he mentions Rebist, he only scolds his scheming lonely old dog (?).

Lancelot pursed his lips.

Suddenly another seemingly unrelated matter was brought up.

"Bella, do you remember that I have been looking for the red-robed witch in the lost forest for a long time."

Isabella was impressed by this and opened up the old score, "Yes, for this reason you left me alone in an unfamiliar hotel and didn't go home all night!"

Miss Dragon wisely did not mention it. She also spent a happy and joyful night in the company of Carlos the Fire Fox.

Seeing the guilty look in the elf's eyes with satisfaction, he apologized softly, "I'm sorry, Bella."

"Oh, it doesn't matter."

Isabella pretended to be reserved and elegant, imitating the elf's tone and accepted the apology.

"Pfft-"

She couldn't hold back her laughter, and laughed again and fell into Lancelot's arms, saying softly, "Oh, I'm just kidding! I will never really be angry with you."

Miss Dragon is determined to be the kindest and most tolerant owner.

Lancelot was infected by the little girl's laughter, and he also frowned.

The atmosphere between the two became more relaxed. Lancelot took the initiative to hold Isabella in his arms, and even took the initiative to put his blond hair in her arms.

The elf gradually stopped caring so much, and Isabella saw him as food.

His reserve and pride are increasingly worth mentioning in the face of love.

As long as she likes him.

No matter which part of his body it was, Lancelot would be delighted.

After all, these are all part of him, right?

"Bella, do you know the origin of the Witch Clan?" Lancelot brought the topic back on track.

Isabella shook her head honestly and listened obediently as Professor Lance started teaching again.

"It's normal not to know. Even the most knowledgeable professor on the continent cannot know the exact answer to this secret."

Isabella snapped, "But you know!"

It is indeed the food reserve that Miss Dragon has taken a liking to, it is so unique!

Lancelot smiled faintly.

The little girl's adoring eyes made the elf very happy, but...

"The Witch Clan comes from every self-exiled soul."

"What do you mean?"

Lancelot explained, "According to rumors, before the God of Light left the land of Clavia, many gods had already left one after another. Their departure made many races close to the souls of demigods no longer have Qualified to enter the realm of gods. Therefore, when the bodies of these races have not perished but the spirits are in self-exile, there will be no sheltering gods to extradite them to where the undead should go."

Instead, they will become an illusory witch clan, unable to see the sunshine and morning dew, and can only hide forever in the lost forest full of death.

"Elves...are they also descendants of gods?"

Isabella remembered that it was mentioned in the original book that the Elf King had the gift of communicating with nature and could control plants without any magic.

"—God of Nature?"

Lancelot smiled and nodded, confirming Isabella's guess.

"Before the 'Era' was used as the unit for recording years, there was a time when the God of Nature could compete with the God of Light and the God of Darkness, but He was the first to leave the land of Clavia and transfer the remaining people to The God of Light takes care of it.”

However, the Tree of Life, as the half-body of the God of Nature and one of the three origins of Clavia, remained in Pudacino, forever guarding this territory belonging to the children of the God of Nature.

After Lancelot said this, he looked up at the end of the white mist in the distance.

Time spent with Isabella always flies by so fast. The tree of life was already urging him. If he didn't go, he didn't know what the stubborn old tree would do.

The elf's silver eyes flashed with a cold look.

He has his own will and does not want to be a puppet of the tree of life.

Isabella just mentioned the word "carrier". The Tree of Life has always wanted to control Lancelot's behavior - euphemistically speaking, it is to create new beliefs and gods of the elves, but for Lancelot In other words, it is destroying his personal will.

He has someone he loves and wants to spend his life with, and he is absolutely unwilling to become the carrier of the tree of life.

"Bella, I'll tell you the rest of the story when I come back tonight, okay?"

Lancelot wanted to continue to stay with Isabella, but there was a faint voice in his heart, which kept tempting the elf to give up his principles. "Lance, anyway, you haven't been there for seven days last time. Today is just a little later." , what else?"

--no.

Lancelot suppressed the temptation in his heart.

The elf knows very clearly that all the warmth and happiness now are only temporary.

Even if Isabella is willing to stay by his side now, her cute and well-behaved appearance makes the elf's heart melt.

But obviously, this is just Miss Dragon's freshness.

That's it.

After so many years together, Lancelot understood Isabella better than she imagined.

Therefore, Lancelot also knew very well.

Only when he has enough power can he completely possess his little girl.

In his fight with the Tree of Life, he is bound to win.

"But you haven't finished telling it yet," Isabella reluctantly asked Lancelot to leave now and grabbed his sleeve, "You haven't told me the story of your parents yet."

Doesn’t it mean that elves must sign a marriage contract under the witness of the tree of life before they can get married and have children?

The news that even the powerful Eric didn't know made Isabella more and more curious about how Lancelot, the elf, was born.

"My parents..."

This topic seemed to make Lancelot find it difficult to discuss.

his father...

The most respected tribal leader of all forest elves, the bright and majestic Elf King, is actually a paranoid man who cannot love and imprisons his lover.

The marriage between Ribiest and the night elf princess was not blessed by the tree of life, so it was destined to have no good outcome.

This also became Lancelot's obsession to marry Isabella under the witness of the tree of life.

He didn't want to admit that in some ways he looked more and more like the father he hated most.

Lancelot believed stubbornly.

He can definitely be happy with Isabella.

together forever.

Seeing the elf's aura getting colder and harder, Isabella didn't know what Lancelot was thinking, so she quickly changed the topic, "Oh, if you don't want to say it, forget it."

She was a little afraid that the elf would go crazy again.

Now that the temperature has finally returned, there are some shadows of the gentleness before, but don't turn into big ice cubes again if you are stimulated.

Isabella didn't want to sleep with Ice Cube in her arms.

She leaned forward and kissed Lancelot on the cheek, "Be happy, Lance."

The elf raised his head in confusion.

Looking at the girl's smiling eyes.

Suddenly, Isabella discovered something in front of her. In an instant, her eyes burst out with bright joy and smile. Her watery eyes were filled with stars, like flowers flying all over the fields in spring.

She rushed into Lancelot's arms, raised her head and took the initiative to bring her lips to his, and kissed the corner of his lips hard.

The slightly hard teeth collided recklessly, and accidentally broke the skin at the corner of the elf's lips.

A trace of blood spilled out.

It's bright gold.

"gold……?"

How come any creature's blood is golden?

Even the faint mark left by Isabella's finger when she occasionally scratched it was red.

Isabella was startled.

Before he could see clearly from the corner of his eye, Lancelot put his hand on the back of the girl's neck, leaned forward and deepened the kiss.

"Well……"

She was forced to accept the kiss like a storm.

Unlike his usual gentle movements, Lancelot was wanton and ferocious, almost possessive.

It seemed that even the air she breathed was completely controlled by him.

The elf's desire for exclusivity tightly enveloped her in his arms, and even made Isabella feel a little afraid.

She subconsciously wanted to refuse.

However, she didn't know what she thought of, and the girl's hands on the elf's chest slowly lowered their strength, and her soft arms were like flower branches, taking the initiative to wrap around his neck.

()

[￣3e￣]

Isabella reluctantly pinched her fingertips to stay awake.

It was rare for her to be obedient and submissive throughout the whole process, opening her lips without any reservation, allowing the elf to drive straight in, and not letting her teeth bump or scratch him.

(It’s just that the heroine’s teeth are sharper, there is no other meaning...)

I don't know how long it took, but Lancelot finally reluctantly let go of the girl in his arms.

Slowly regain your breath.

A flower about to bloom is extremely attractive.

But the tree of life was urging him again.

"Go ahead, Lance."

Isabella noticed the elf's gaze looking into the distance and pushed him with a smile. The corner of his eye swept over the corner of the elf's lips without a trace, not even a trace of scar.

Did she see it wrong?

Isabella secretly doubted it for a moment, but now there were more important things, and she quickly put this doubt behind her.

Lancelot hesitated and finally nodded.

He carefully and gently wiped the corners of the girl's lips, lingering with his fingertips, "I'll be back soon in the evening."

Almost turning back three times with one step.

Isabella sat on the bedside with a smile on her face, her fluffy curly hair curled up in a playful arc, looking lively and free. Like an unruly wind, it will float into the distance at any time.

It's a pity that the elf who has always been observing carefully is still immersed in the kiss just now and has not completely broken away.

He didn't even notice the slightest difference.

A second before Lancelot left the birdcage, Isabella finally stopped him.

The voice is brisk and bright, like a crisp bell, without a trace of hesitation.

"Goodbye, Lance."