The reserve food raised is the Elf King

Thin and dense kisses snaked along the neck, and the low and hoarse breath fell on the ear.

Causing waves of non-stop trembling.

After leaving her lips, fresh air came in again, and the unique sweetness of the elf in Isabella's mouth was diluted a lot. The rich, sweet and sticky aroma gradually dissipated in the mouth, and Isabella gradually woke up from the heat.

She blinked.

A trace of confusion flashed in his misty eyes.

The out-of-focus pupils refocused, a little confused and confused. I didn't know why it had developed to this point just now. Then, as the elf moved closer to her collar, she woke up completely again.

With a sudden movement, the elf on his body was lifted off again.

However, she controlled her strength a little this time, and instead of knocking Lancelot over and hitting the wall again, he landed in the open space next to the crystal slag fragments.

Isabella got up from the ground.

She placed one hand on her lips, and her pale pink fingertips gently pressed against her blood-red lips. They were so plump and shiny that they could almost squeeze out juice, and they looked particularly fresh and alluring.

However, the foggy blue eyes now had the cold silver vertical pupils of the Orcs.

She looked at the elf warily and coldly, "What on earth did you feed me just now?"

He even called his name solemnly.

"Lancelot, tell me the answer."

The charming smell in the room dispersed faintly, and the originally dry and warm atmosphere gradually became cooler and condensed under Isabella's cold expression.

Lancelot slowly got up from the ground.

After discovering that the mental control he had exerted failed, Lancelot no longer pretended to be innocent and harmless as before.

His lowered eyes concealed a hint of regret, and there was a half-smile on his lips, "It's a pity, it's only a little bit short."

The cold voice was so faint that it was barely audible.

Isabella didn't understand and asked, "What?"

Lancelot had no explanation.

The loose and slightly messy blond hair falls on the brow bone, just blocking the dark desire that surges deep in the elf's silver eyes.

He looked at the girl not far away unscrupulously through the cover of the shadow, and the temperament around him was purely cold and stiff, as if he had returned to the inhumane indifference he had when he was in Pudacino.

Isabella also noticed something was wrong with Lancelot.

It was completely different from the weak look when he was lying on the ground unable to get up, and with a trembling voice he begged her to feed him tears. He was also not like the gentle and generous spirit that is most common among elves.

In this state, he doesn't even look like a normal elf.

She put down her previous questioning for the time being, "Lance, what's wrong with you?"

"..."

Lancelot just lowered his head, and light and shadow became his best cover.

After a while, the condensation in the air suddenly dissipated quickly again, and Lancelot suddenly returned to Isabella's most familiar appearance.

The elf raised his fingertips to cast cleaning magic, and the fine golden light fell. He returned to being clean, spotless, and standing next to the debris on the ground with an elegant temperament.

Lancelot smiled slightly and whispered apologetically, "I'm sorry, Bella."

Isabella was completely confused "..."

What happened to this elf?

How can it suddenly change?

She was very confused.

Decided to ask them all one by one.

"Is your blood golden?"

Lancelot did not refuse to answer. He nodded truthfully, "Yes."

This is an undoubted fact.

Lancelot looked calm, as if he was ready to accept everything.

Isabella asked again, "Tell me, what are the golden jelly beans I ate before made of?"

The girl stared at Lancelot with piercing eyes, with the coldness of a wild beast in her vertical pupils, unwilling to let go of any detail of Lancelot easily.

Lancelot was indeed silent.

Isabella repeated again in a cold voice, "Tell me!"

The elf sighed lightly.

In his mind, he thought of billions of perfect lies that could easily deceive Isabella again.

As a witty, intelligent and calm being, and at the same time abandoning many of the beautiful qualities of the elves, Lancelot is no longer subject to any restraints. Even if he tells a big lie, he can still keep his face straight.

The virtues of the elves cannot restrain him.

But...Isabella's gaze can.

As if hurt by the girl's cold gaze, the elf suddenly didn't want to lie anymore.

A lie requires countless lies to complete.

Even if a castle in the air built on lies can be sustained with difficulty, it will eventually fall to pieces.

Lancelot's behavior at this moment seemed to be saying - he realized that he was really wrong.

"As you think, Bella."

The elf's tone was even a bit self-destructive, revealing all his crimes, "It's my blood, which can make you get used to my existence, and can also make you... go into heat."

The last two words are extremely difficult, almost unspeakable.

Isabella was surprised and subconsciously covered her lips, unable to speak for a long time.

"Are you crazy for feeding me your own blood?" Isabella was confused. "Did you start going crazy so early?"

Yes, Isabella attributed the elf's current abnormality and emotional instability to the fact that he was going crazy.

Lancelot approached Isabella slowly, noticing her defensive movement and taking a step back, his eyes darkened, and he didn't say anything. Instead, he bent his knees and half-crouched in front of the girl, raising his head.

Looking up at Isabella.

He held her right hand.

Isabella moved slightly, unable to understand what Lancelot wanted to do, but she did not push him away.

"You like my blood, don't you?" The elf's tone was clear and light, "I just want to make you happy so that you can always remember me."

Isabella remembered the scene when she pestered the elf to eat jelly beans.

Indeed, those golden jelly beans were more delicious than any meat she had ever eaten. After eating one, she always looked forward to the second one. It would be natural for her to always think about the elf who sent her jelly beans.

But Isabella was not easily fooled this time.

She quickly found the loophole in the elf's explanation.

"But at that time, you were very resistant to being treated as food by me. How could you take the initiative to put yourself in the position of food, just because I would miss you more times?"

At this point, Isabella's face turned cold again, "Don't try to deceive a giant dragon."

Lancelot did not immediately defend hastily, but raised the girl's hand and rested his forehead on the back of her soft and white hand.

Like a loyal knight who sacrificed his life and everything for the queen, he knelt down before her devoutly.

Bow down.

"Bella, there were too many people around you at that time, and you had less and less time for me. I'm afraid that one day, you will leave me without looking back."

For the first time, Lancelot mentioned the past between the two of them from his perspective in front of Isabella.

Isabella didn't expect these. She blurted out in surprise, "How could I..." leave you?

He quickly stopped talking.

This sentence can be said to the gentle and kind elf before, not to the current Lancelot.

He must realize his mistake and be punished accordingly.

Lancelot looked at the girl with a hint of expectation. But when he saw that she had regained her cold expression, she didn't say what he wanted to hear, and kept silent to wipe away the bitterness on her lips.

After calming down for a while, he continued, "Perhaps you don't believe this now, Bella. But you are the first and only friend I have made in these two thousand years. You are like a falling star in the world. The sun illuminates my dusty life, making it difficult for me to resist the desire to be closer to you and to be with you forever."

Only friend?

Isabella subconsciously wanted to refute, and the names of Carlos, Arthur, and a series of acquaintances flashed through her mind.

But when the words came to his lips, he paused.

She belatedly discovered that in every previous scene together in the academy, Lancelot stood quietly beside her, accompanying her with a considerate smile.

No one else could get his eagerness except her.

Isabella stared blankly into the elf's silver eyes.

Did he actually start to like herself from that time on?

Lancelot keenly caught the girl's moment of softening.

"At that time, I really thought we were in love."

He slowly held Isabella's hand, first putting the back of the hand against his forehead, but now it became unknowingly intertwined with the fingers.

Isabella is still immersed in the memory of the ethereal voice structure of the elf.

"At that time, I was too reserved and shy to express my emotions. You were eager and proactive towards me. Not only would you take the initiative to approach me and hug me, you would even kiss me..."

The elf seemed to be embarrassed to say the rest of the words, and the elf paused, his snow-white skin showing a thin red. Like a simple little white flower deceived by a heartless man, it is almost swaying on the branch.

Isa Heartbreaker Bella felt guilty for a second.

The elf took advantage of the situation and apologized again, "I just used the wrong method to do these wrong things. Bella, can you forgive me once?"

"But……"

Isabella's attitude was a little relaxed.

"But you shouldn't have put me in a cage."

This made Miss Dragon feel that her dignity was offended, and she turned cold again.

Lancelot immediately explained, "My state during that time was a little abnormal, you should be able to tell."

Today was a rare opportunity. Isabella was willing to listen to what he had to say. He did not hesitate to destroy his own image and attributed all the abnormalities to the control of the Tree of Life.

The deep and intense possessiveness, the sudden strong and cold personality, and the almost unreasonable and domineering behavior are all the fault of the tree of life.

"...The Tree of Life can actually control elves?" This was the first time Isabella heard such a statement.

Lancelot shook his head, "It is just guided by fate. The elves of Pudacino need new power, but it does not have much time left."

Thinking of the original plot, the tree of life seemed to be exhausted in the end, and the Elf King was contaminated by the Dark Lord and turned into a villain. His power would only accelerate the depletion of the tree of life, rather than cure and save it.

It seems that this is roughly consistent with what Lancelot said?

Isabella became more and more relaxed, but frowned again the next second.

The elf is always observing her expression and instantly understands the heaviest thorn in her heart.

Now is a good time, as long as all the problems are cleared up, Isabella will definitely come back to him.

Lancelot looked sincere, "Bella, you and I, we are different from anyone else. We have endless time, and you may not realize it when you are young. But for me, one day, one day Years, even ten years and a hundred years are just meaningless numbers. It is your presence and stay that gives meaning to my time."

The elf's voice is ethereal and clear, and his language is clear and coherent.

Hidden emotions are revealed from every word. Although he does not express himself as passionately as Isabella, every detail is his deepest love.

It was the first time Isabella heard such a romantic and profound confession, as implicit as a love poem.

But the more reserved it is, the more people can't help but blush.

Especially since Lancelot used the same cold tone as the professor usually used in class.

There is even a sense of taboo stimulation.

Isabella's hands and feet were a little weak, and she couldn't help but feel her ears burning, thinking when did Lancelot become so good.

But the elf had a cold face and a brilliant appearance, as if he was the only one who was thinking strangely.

Such thoughts made Miss Julong feel ashamed.

Why is her mind filled with color waste?

Lancelot seemed not to be aware of Isabella's psychological activities and continued to explain, "I know that the magic circle I hastily set up in Pudacino made you feel offended and angry. You are angry with me. That’s right, you can hit me or scold me if you want.”

"But don't ignore me."

The elf lowered his head, revealing a section of his slender and white neck. From Miss Dragon's perspective, it looked fragile and fragile.

He said softly, "I was recalled by the Tree of Life back then. I received most of the energy from the Tree of Life in a short period of time, but I couldn't absorb and master it quickly. I need a long enough time to control these extra powers and resist the influence of the Tree of Life on me." Only by taking control can you become your own master again.”

"But I'm afraid you won't wait for me, and I'm afraid I'll never find you again."

Lancelot had never said so many words in one breath like he did today.

So many words that have nothing to do with his academic research.

The elf raised his head, his soft blond hair sliding down his shoulders, and he looked up at the girl of his dreams.

"Bella, will you let me find you?"

Isabella "I..."

She hesitated and said nothing.

Lancelot was not disappointed.

The silver eyes were brighter than crystal, as if they had returned to their once spotless purity.

Before I knew it, it was getting dark outside. The sunset outside the glazed window shone in, falling on the elf's eyes, reflecting a bit of tenderness and tenderness.

He looks beautiful and pure.

Like an angel.

The angel spoke softly, "Bella, forgive me this time, okay?"

Isabella was persuaded, she couldn't resist such a beautiful elf, and finally nodded.

"Okay, I forgive you."

The elf smiled brightly.

He took the girl's hand, held up the back of her hand, bowed and gave her a restrained and solemn kiss.

The Elf King surrendered at the feet of the dragon.

Always pursue her.

Just imagining such a beautiful future made Lancelot tremble and get excited in his heart.

Just when he was about to take advantage of this wonderful opportunity to go even further and want to kiss Isabella again, his hand suddenly became empty.

Isabella withdrew her finger and said, "Lance, it's time for you to go back."

The empty palm made Lancelot fall into a rare moment of confusion, "Go back, where are you going?"

The elf quickly realized that Isabella was driving him away from El Casa.

There was a hint of pain and unwillingness in his eyes, "Are you still going to stay here and marry Louis...?"

Lancelot almost couldn't say the word "marriage" in a normal tone.

Isabella glanced at the elf and said matter-of-factly, "Just because I forgive you for your past mistakes does not mean that I will accept your future."

In Lancelot's shocked and broken expression, Miss Dragon slowly smiled.

The smile was wanton and vicious, like a sharp blade of revenge, piercing the elf's soft and fragile heart.

"What's more, how can a dragon be with food?"

"..."

The girl's silver beast eyes stood up at this moment, revealing a coldness that even she herself was not aware of.

Lancelot was instantly chilled to the bone.

He panicked and grabbed the hem of Isabella's sleeve as she was about to walk away, "Then let's not get married, okay?"

Isabella paused.

"No marriage, as long as you don't drive me away."

Isabella was surprised. There was indeed some intention in what she just said, but she didn't expect that Lancelot didn't care at all.

Did he really know that he was wrong?

Although the elf's explanation was flawless, Isabella thought that she couldn't find any loopholes or flaws. But Lancelot acted too well-behaved and soft, which gave her a weird feeling of separation.

Miss Dragon always trusts her instincts.

She would not be deceived again by the cunning elves.

So, she turned around and looked at the elf again.

His silver eyes were as crescent as the moon, and he stood up on tiptoes to touch the elf's cheek.

"Boom-"

Kiss him on his fair and tender face.

Isabella laughed again, "Okay, let's see how you do."