The reserve food raised is the Elf King

After sobering up, Ms. Dragon was furious.

She resolutely refused to admit that she was so drunk that she couldn't tell the right and wrong just by taking a sip of the wine. She insisted that the bottle of wine was broken and poured it into the sewer with a cold face.

And ordered the elf to swear that he must not mention this matter outside.

Lancelot smiled and agreed. Looking at the cute expression of the little girl's angry cheeks, he asked her if she wanted to go to the tree house to play on the next day off.

Isabella glanced at him and said, "Okay, I'll ask Lily."

The expression on Lancelot's face was slightly stiff: ""

Why do young couples bring light bulbs when they go out on a date?

He took a deep breath and hinted tactfully: "Maybe Lidya has her own important things to be busy with?"

Isabella was very upright and waved her hand without even thinking: "What important thing can she have? Besides, the wine she recommended me to buy last time was of no use at all. I still have to settle the score with her!"

Lancelot: ""

Oh, it turns out that the bad ideas were all provided by this "little strategist".

Then she can't let her lead her silly Bella.

Lancelot stepped forward, took Isabella's hand, and held it against his chest.

Fingers intertwined.

The soft blond hair fell down her shoulders and fell into a fluffy fishbone braid on her chest. Such a gentle hairstyle does not look feminine at all to the elf, but adds a sparkling halo to his beautiful face.

Isabella's eyes widened.

The elf raised the corners of his lips with satisfaction, and said softly: "I don't want your time with me to be disturbed by outsiders. It's just you and me, okay?"

The distance between the two was very close, and the fragrant and fresh fragrance of the elf almost filled the tip of her nose, making Isabella so happy that she wanted to spin in circles every minute.

"it is good"

Miss Dragon, who was so seduced by beauty, didn't pay attention to what Lancelot was saying, and she was so dizzy that she was willing to agree to anything.

"Then we've made an appointment."

No more weird little tails, as long as she is the only one in his world.

The elf gently rubbed Isabella's furry head, and the little girl, who was very comfortable with the fur, rubbed it along his hand, humming and showing a cute expression.

Suddenly, the mist-like silver-blue eyes opened, looked up at the elf and asked, "But it's just you and me now?"

In the dormitory, there was an elf and a dragon, two people.

There is also no interruption from outsiders.

What's the difference?

And to a certain extent, Miss Dragon is more enthusiastic and intimate with her friends than the elves who reject people thousands of miles away. She is happy to go out with a few good friends during the holidays. In her opinion, whether it is fishing in the river or hunting and barbecue, four or five people should play together in such activities.

Lancelot: ""

Is it true that the dragon clan has no romantic cells at all?

"Bella, we are in love."

The elf gave a subtle hint, hiding the feelings that were too shy to express directly with words in the most tender eyes.

He secretly hoped that Isabella would have the same idea as him.

——The two-person world of lovers should not be disturbed.

They belong to each other.

Belong only to each other.

Lancelot even occasionally had darker and more despicable thoughts, a thought that he did not dare to reveal in front of Isabella, and even the elf would feel terrible after he woke up——

He wanted to create a world where it was just him and Bella.

There, the two of them would not be disturbed by anyone from the outside world, and no one would steal Bella's attention from him.

She could only look at him.

She can only have him in her heart.

For an infinite amount of time, they will love each other until the end of the world.

Isabella suddenly realized, and a clear voice sounded in the elf's ears: "Oh - yes! We are in love."

Bringing Lancelot back from his thoughts.

The darkness slowly creeping up under his eyes faded away again.

Isabella acted exaggeratedly and said in a long and sinister tone: "If you didn't remind me, I would have forgotten that we were in love!"

Lancelot was speechless. Of course he didn't believe that Isabella had really forgotten.

Sure enough, Miss Dragon’s next sentence——

"You act like a conservative and shy girl every day. I have to squirm for a long time even if I want to kiss you, let alone sleep with me."

The girl's eyes were full of meaning, and she very nimbly got in through the slightly opened collar of the elf.

Lancelot: ""

He took a deep breath and silently pulled up his collar, "Bella, falling in love is not the same as kissing or sleeping. This is different."

Isabella was reluctant, "What's the difference?"

The elf was speechless.

He is not a love expert, and his knowledgeable mind will get stuck on this kind of issue.

Seeing that the elf was speechless, Isabella became even more confident: "So, you can sleep when you are in love."

She really liked clinging to the elf. His outline, his skin and bones, his smell, and every inch of his body made Isabella feel like it and wanted to stick to it all the time. Together.

This is a desire that arises from the heart, and Isabella herself cannot explain the reason.

——But she is not completely confused.

She knew that the desire for Lancelot and the original desire for golden food were two different concepts.

She really likes Lancelot.

It's not the love for food, but the most unique love for Lancelot, a unique individual.

Isabella believed that Lancelot also liked her.

So, why can't two people who like each other sleep together?

She truly didn't understand what Lancelot was worried about.

Silence spread between the two of them. Isabella suddenly frowned and said with a slightly impatient expression, "If you are really not happy, then forget it."

Isabella suddenly pushed Lancelot away and got out of his arms.

Lancelot was slightly stunned and looked at the girl's back.

"I can go find other people to play with, and there will always be someone willing to play with me."

As she spoke, she patted the folds on her nightgown and walked out in her slippers.

Just as he was turning the door handle, his wrist was suddenly grabbed from behind.

There was a soft "bang" sound, and the door closed again.

Isabella lowered her head, and a body behind her came up, hugging her waist from back to front, forcing her to cling tightly to the chest of the person behind her. The elf's chin rested on the top of her head, and his tall body almost tightly held the girl in his arms.

Isabella wanted to turn around, but when she raised her hand slightly, Lancelot misunderstood her and wanted to shake him off.

So the elf quickly held her wrist, and he grabbed the two slender wrists together with one hand and pressed them against the door in front of him.

There was an obvious height difference between the two. As soon as Isabella raised her leg to move to the side, Lancelot's knee blocked her path, as hard as steel, unable to move at all.

What a strange posture

Almost even breathing is controlled by the other party.

Isabella is not used to this feeling of being oppressed, but the strength of her human form cannot compare to the elf with all-round melee spells. Just as he was about to transform back into his dragon form to escape from his current situation, he heard the whisper of an elf behind him.

The strength of the shackles on his hands did not diminish at all, but his voice was as soft as a feather, and it looked so wet after being damaged by the heavy rain, which was extremely pitiful.

"Bella, I'm just so insecure."

Isabella paused and wanted to turn around, but the elf stopped her movement.

"Don't look back, just listen to what I have to say, okay?"

He didn't want Isabella to see his current appearance, his eyes were a terrifying cold silver, full of violence and jealousy, and the scarlet ferocity at the end of his eyes almost swallowed him up.

It's not at all like the golden sun-like warmth she likes.

The way Isabella mercilessly threw away his hand just now almost overlapped with the image of the girl wearing the golden ring leaving ruthlessly in the dream the elf had once had.

Panic and uneasiness spread in his heart, and dark thoughts swept over him in an instant, almost swallowing him up.

But the voice was still soft.

Harmless and soft.

"Bella, I'm not as good as you think. I also have bad thoughts and a side that is not accepted by others. I'm afraid you won't like me like that and will leave me."

The elf had a childhood that was not beautiful and worth remembering. Such a bad past was full of deception and lies, and the compulsion to love after the lies were exposed.

He was very afraid that he would become like that.

So until he was 100% sure that Isabella was in love with him, he couldn't control his uneasiness and panic.

"Are you suspecting that I don't like you?"

Isabella moved her wrist, signaling the elf to let go.

She said: "I won't turn around, but don't press me. I don't like this posture."

Lancelot hesitated for a moment, and after confirming that Isabella was not lying, he let go. He gently put his hands around her waist and rested his head on her shoulder, like a slender vine, wrapping around his lover inch by inch.

Reluctant to let go even a little bit.

"I have no doubt about your liking."

This was the only thing that made Lancelot feel lucky - Isabella accepted his confession.

The proud dragon never bothered to wrong himself. If she didn't like him, she would definitely not agree to be with him.

She likes herself.

Needless to say.

only

The elf whispered, "But I don't know how much of your liking for me comes from your liking for my body."

Lancelot was never stupid, and he was not completely unaware that Isabella sometimes had unusually hot feelings for his hair and eyes.

Reminiscent of the same enthusiastic look in the dragon's eyes when he saw the glittering objects, Lancelot went to find many books for verification and came up with a bold guess.

——Perhaps to some extent, Isabella likes him as much as she likes a pile of gold coins.

Isabella choked: "Cough."

She couldn't deny that she was attracted to Lancelot's body at first.

But not anymore.

She really wanted to be with him.

The feeling of the two of them together was a hundred times more wonderful than any delicious food she could eat.

Isabella has never been shy about expressing her thoughts. She said frankly: "Lance, I really like you. I like you as much as I want to lay a nest of eggs with you."

Rather than treating you like food.

But Lancelot became even more melancholy after hearing this: "You mean, aren't you still interested in my body?"

Isabella: "???"

Is this elf stupid?

"Bella, I didn't doubt you, I was just too insecure." Lancelot sighed softly, his voice full of apology.

Isabella's back was turned to him, and she could not see the elf's eyes staring directly at her. The silver light in the deep eyes moved slightly, luring the stupid prey into the trap little by little.

His expression was not at all as soft and pitiful as his voice.

The elf said slowly: "Shall we get married? Marry me and promise to be together for the rest of your life under the tree of life until death."

Isabella hesitated for a moment and opened her mouth.

She is a little torn.

marry?

It's a bit too early, right?

Eric, that lonely old dragon, has lived for almost 10,000 years and has yet to get married.

It’s not that she thinks she will meet a more suitable marriage partner in the future, Isabella is just out of a dragon’s instinct to love freedom, and subconsciously regards any contract, including marriage, as a kind of bondage.

Lancelot's eyes dimmed slightly.

He guessed Isabella's current silence and knew that it was impossible for her to agree to his request.

The light in the elf's eyes completely dimmed inch by inch.

Darkness climbed up along the lines of the pupils, and the dark vines were covered with sharp thorns, twisting wildly.

They were forcibly restrained by the elves, and they were all confined to a small area.

They are not allowed to act arbitrarily.

The idea of ​​getting married was originally a bold delusion of an elf. There has never been any precedent of dragons marrying elves on the mainland. Lancelot knew that it was incredible that Isabella could agree to be with him.

So all other ideas

More on that later.

Lancelot secretly took a deep breath, closed his eyes forcefully and adjusted his expression. Just as he was about to speak to smooth things over and ignore the topic, he heard Isabella say——

"Okay, let's get married."

"What?"

The elf was stunned, almost unable to control his disguised tone.

"I said, I agree to get married."

Isabella was obedient and continued to face the door, without looking back at Lancelot.

She stared at the door in front of her boredly and continued: "Although it is indeed a bit early, and Eric will probably be chirping at me, but if the marriage partner is you, I have nothing to hesitate about."

Once the dragon determines his choice, he will stick to it forever.

"Bella"

The elf murmured, his mind went blank in shock, and he didn't know how to react to this huge and incredible surprise.

Isabella didn't feel that she said anything special at all. After laughing, she asked in a low voice: "Well, if we get married, can we have sex happily =ww="

Lancelot: ""

I have to admit that Miss Julong is really persistent about certain things.

On the rest day, the elf took Isabella to the beautiful hillside outside the main city of Clavia, where he built a tree house that belonged only to him and his little girl.

Elves are very persistent in building their own home.

If Isabella wasn't still in school, Lancelot would have wanted to take her back to Pudacino, pick the densest and strongest trees in the entire Jungle Kingdom, and build her the most beautiful golden tree house.

A magic circle was set up near the tree house so that no other creature would discover this place and disturb his and Isabella's time together.

Yes, just the two of them.

"Are you really not inviting Lily to come with you?"

Isabella sat high in the crown of the tree, on a small branch extending from the branches. The fluffy red dress fluttered in the wind, revealing a pair of snow-white calves and feet without shoes.

She "clicked" as she nibbled on the small diamond, which was the after-dinner snack that Lancelot had prepared for her, and looked at the bonfire under the tree with her big watery eyes.

The elf and she had just finished their barbecue dinner—to be precise, she had eaten the entire roasted goat by herself, while Mr. the elf had only eaten a few leaves of an unknown variety and roasted mushrooms.

"You didn't even eat barbecue, so I ate the whole goat by myself."

If Lydia were here, the two little girls would definitely fight to eat the meat.

——That’s how happy you are.

However, Isabella just muttered a few words and did not think there was any problem with the dietary differences between the elves and dragons.

"Huh, what about people?"

She looked down and looked around, but she didn't see the blond figure who should have been under the tree.

"It would be inconvenient if we ask Lidya and the others to come."

The figure of the elf came from deep in the branches behind him. After a sound of leaves washing, he stepped on the same branch as Isabella. The light elf walked nimbly, weighing less than a feather, and the branches didn't even sway at all as he walked.

"What's the inconvenience——"

Isabella turned back in confusion and looked at Lancelot.

Suddenly silenced.

"!!!"

The blond elf stood among the lush leaves, wearing only a loose and thin nightgown. The special fabric material still exuded a clear and broken silver light in the dark night, as if shrouded in a soft halo. middle.

But that wasn't what surprised Isabella the most.

she was shocked

Even when you go to bed at night, you must fasten the top button of your collar carefully. Today's dress is so thin that you can vaguely see the skin texture under the fabric. The neckline opens straight from the curvature of the neck, interlocking with the bones. are clearly visible.

"Gudong"

Isabella heard herself swallow.

The elf's pointed ears turned red. He approached pretending to be calm, and his blond hair flowed down his shoulders, falling in front of Isabella's eyes like a luxurious and beautiful gilded waterfall.

Lancelot: "I bought it randomly at the market yesterday. I have never seen this kind of fabric before. It feels very novel, so I bought it and tried it."

He lowered his head casually and pulled the collar that slid down to half of his shoulders. "The size seems a bit inappropriate, but I didn't bring any other pajamas when I went out this time, so I had to make do with it for one night."

Actually not.

The elf is so ingenious that even a rough mess of thread can quickly turn into a beautiful piece of clothing in his hands.

he just

Lancelot himself could not tell what thoughts he had in putting on this dress.

After Isabella agreed to marry him, Lancelot became visibly happier. His whole body exuded a sparkling aura, and the golden light was so bright that even the students in the academy discussed it privately. Professor Lance must be in full bloom.

When the male peacock opens its tail to court a mate, it will become colorful.

I didn't expect that the always cold elf would become like this.

But for some reason, facing the brilliant elf that was about to outshine the light of the golden sun in the sky, Miss Dragon was not as enthusiastic as before.

She didn't know what she was tinkering with with her notebook every day, and even locked herself in her room for a while. When Lancelot knocked on the door outside, she wouldn't let him in.

This made the elf's originally soothed mind begin to wander again.

What did he do wrong?

Or has he become ugly?

Love will make a person worry about gains and losses, and every small change will be greatly magnified.

Lancelot held up Isabella who was sitting on a branch and said, "It's getting late. Let's wash up and go to bed."

Isabella wiped the non-existent saliva from the corner of her mouth, and her eyes reluctantly returned from the small piece of fair and jade-like skin on the elf's neck.

oooo

If you bite it, it will definitely leave red tooth marks.

So greedy

Miss Julong invited casually without any hope: "Do you want to take a bath together?"

She knew very well that the conservative elf would definitely not agree——

"Okay."

——Won’t agree? ? ?

"???!"

(wДw)!

Isabella plucked her ears exaggeratedly, her eyes widening in shock: "The wind is too strong, what did you just say?"

Lancelot smiled slightly, arching his eyebrows as gently as jade, "I said yes, let's wash together."

In Isabella's shocked eyes, Lancelot smiled and hugged her sideways.

The slender branches under their feet carried the weight of the two of them and swayed slightly, but this did not affect the elf's light pace at all.

He carried the little girl in his arms into the bathroom.

The world in the tree house is unique, and it is very warmly decorated by caring elves. Even the bathroom has a large, exquisite and beautiful white bathtub, and a full-height mirror facing the bathtub.

Lancelot placed Isabella on the sink, with a bright crystal mirror behind him.

This height is perfect for kissing.

Isabella raised her head and met the elf's eyes that gradually darkened.

"What are you doing?" the little girl's voice stammered.

The air seemed to be heating up.

The courage she usually had when she talked so passionately about wanting to "go to the elf" has completely dissipated now and is gone.

In the cramped environment, the feeling of breathing mingling becomes more and more obvious.

"Can I kiss you?"

Lancelot leaned down, placed one hand on the mirror, and moved his delicate and beautiful face close to Isabella.

Different from the shy and awkward expression he showed when he was outside just now, the elf at this moment seemed to have come to the home court he controlled, completely tearing off all pretense, and the paranoia and desire in his bones screamed.

Screaming for the desire that he had suppressed for a long time.

"Okay, okay." Isabella moved her butt back and pressed her whole body against the mirror.

Her cheeks were hot and her eyes were wandering.

I have never seen such a strong side of Lancelot.

The elf's kiss fell on the girl's brow.

The slightly cool touch slides down the delicate skin.

The trembling eyelashes, the delicate tip of the nose, and then the soft corners of the lips.

Isabella couldn't help but follow the elf's rhythm and slowly raised her head to receive his kiss.

The soft lips and tongues slowly entangled together.

Lancelot was in no hurry.

Licking slowly, as if opening a long-awaited, carefully wrapped sweet gift.

First, there's the ribbon on the packaging.

He licked the little girl's fine white teeth, scratched the sensitive roof of his mouth with the tip of his tongue, and felt her trembling and greenness.

The elf was very patient, as if he were attending class in a bright and spacious classroom. He guided the unfamiliar students very carefully every step of the way, teaching the girl to keep up with his own rhythm little by little.

Be patient and meticulous.

Lancelot is the perfect guide.

He is the person who knows Isabella best in the world.

The kiss ends.

Lancelot slowly stepped away, and his fingertips traced the corners of the girl's lips. The slightly red and swollen lips were like flowers swaying on the branches in spring, the delicate petals stained with the crystal morning dew.

The elf's eyes were full of lust, but his face was still gentle and elegant.

Ten thousand times more delicious than the sweetest candy, Bella belongs only to him.

He wants to eat slowly.

"Bella, give me a reward?"

The elf's soft voice sounded in her ears, coaxing/coaxing the little girl who had not yet calmed down her breathing.

It was obvious that the elf was the one who picked the flowers and got the sweetest nectar, but he still had the audacity to ask for a reward.

If Ms. Dragon were sober, she would definitely be relentless in seeking justice.

But Isabella was in a daze and couldn't think properly. She could only follow Lancelot's words and answer, "What kind of reward?"

"Promise me not to transform back into dragon form for a while, okay?"

"Don't you want to turn back into a dragon?"

Isabella looked confused, her beautiful face was flushed, and her eyes were hazy.

"OK"

She didn't know how to think, she just nodded obediently.

But it was just a verbal agreement, and Lancelot was not completely reassured.

He took out a golden jelly bean that he had already prepared from a small cabinet on the side. The big round jelly bean exuded an extremely alluring sweet aroma. It seemed to be 10,000 times more concentrated than what the elves had given Isabella before. Super sweet version.

"Eat a candy, be good."

Isabella opened her mouth obediently, "Ah"

With a slurp, he took the golden jelly bean in his mouth.

Together with the elf's slender fingertips, they were wrapped in the warm mouth.

(It’s just candy. I just ate a sweet little candy =3=)

Lancelot shuddered slightly.

A fine sense of electricity spreads along the fingertips, sweeping through the limbs and bones.

But he didn't show anything on his face, he just stared at Isabella with a smile, and he quietly breathed a sigh of relief until all the golden liquid melted and he swallowed it down his throat.

Lancelot has secretly learned a lot of relevant knowledge behind Isabella's back in the past few days, and he knows that there is a very critical issue - the orcs will uncontrollably transform into their prototypes at certain special times. .

If both lovers are beasts of the same kind, this situation would be fine.

But like Lancelot and Isabella

Dragon x Elf cp.

Well, we still have to find a way to solve this problem.

Otherwise, this tree house will be torn apart by the powerful dragon lady.

_ (: 3 "∠) _

(Suppose there are 500 words here. If you write them over and over again, you will definitely be criticized.)

(To be honest, I haven’t finished writing this paragraph yet. I will let you know in the comment area after I finish it! I will ensure the output before updating tomorrow night!)

ps: Since this is a side story, I will explain the golden jelly beans from a God’s perspective - yes, they are made of elves’ blood as everyone thinks.

Some kind of taboo magic circle that is not so bright is not worth learning and imitating!

The function of the golden jelly beans is to limit Miss Dragon's abilities. If a certain amount is taken for a long time, she will be unable to transform back into her dragon form. The blackened elf wanted to tie up the dragon lady, so he did such a sad thing.

But today is just a little fun~