The reserve food raised is the Elf King

One morning, Isabella was lying on the bed chatting with Eric.

[Brother, I seem to be suffering from bulimia recently. 】

Eric immediately went online to reply with a crazy show of concern: [Oh, my little baby, you are still growing, it is okay for us, Longlong, to eat more. Do you still have enough gold coins? I can find someone to rob the treasury of a small kingdom and send it to you. 】

Isabella's mouth twitched, [Brother, we are not robbers. 】

Eric said righteously, "This is not robbery. All treasures in the world should belong to our dragon clan." 】

Isabella was too lazy to argue with the suddenly enthusiastic stupid dragon, but said sadly: "Every night when I sleep in bed, I can't help but want to bite Lance, and I almost suffer from insomnia." 】

Isabella sighed silently, feeling so sad that the fragrant meat lay in front of her and could not be eaten.

Eric suddenly got stuck.

The sign of wanting to eat one's mate only appears when the dragon begins to prepare for pregnancy. The female dragon at this stage needs to replenish a lot of energy, and its partner, who is also a dragon, will become the best food in their eyes.

Of course - the method of eating is definitely different from eating gold coins normally.

Isabella waited patiently for her brother's reply.

After a while, Eric's wild handwriting reappeared on the notebook.

The tone was a bit strange, as if he was confirming something.

[Do you just want to eat the elves, or do you want to eat all the other gold coins and treasures? 】

Isabella replied: [I just want to eat Lance. 】

Eric was silent again.

The fluorescent light on the notebook page flashed again and again, as if the other party's text was being input continuously but was never sent.

【elder brother? 】

[Oh...Lance is this damn elf! Ahem, my dear little Bella, don’t worry, it’s not a big deal, it’s just growing. 】

Isabella expressed doubts, "I am an adult, am I still growing?" 】

Eric vowed and said: [I sent you a courier, remember to check it in two days. 】

So Lancelot came home at noon and saw Isabella standing in front of the full-length mirror.

The girl looked confused and was making vague gestures with one hand on her head.

Thinking of the scene last night when he held Isabella in front of the mirror, the elf's pointed ears hidden under his blond hair trembled quietly.

Obviously at first, Lancelot just really wanted to double check Isabella's wedding dress size, but later

The slightly cold fingers replaced the tape measure, slowly measuring the delicate skin inch by inch.

The tall elf held the girl in his arms and could easily control everything about her.

She raised her slender neck, her eyes were soft and gently rippling, immersed in the happiness he brought her.

The hazy broken light from the ceiling reflected in his eyes, as if the whole world was shaking. The scene in the silver eyes was strange and bizarre, and it was all clearly reflected in the mirror in front of him, like ripples on the surface of a lake being swept by the wind.

Flooding around in circles.

It doesn’t stop even when it hits the deepest place.

"cough."

Lancelot coughed uncomfortably.

Even if the person who first chose the position in front of the mirror was Lancelot himself, after calming down afterwards, the person who would feel shy and shy was still the elf Lancelot.

Isabella was born with a weakness for certain things.

But that’s fine too.

Lancelot thought a little evilly.

This will unlock more new things written in the book.

Isabella had no idea what was going on in Lancelot's mind. When she heard the elf's approaching steps, she happily called him to the mirror.

"Lance, do you think I'm any different from the previous time?"

Lancelot looked into the mirror.

The girl in the mirror has a rosy complexion, bright eyes, and a warm and cheerful smile. Like a flower that has been thoroughly nourished and bloomed, it is plump and fresh, and every eyelash is full of vitality.

Lancelot replied: "You look even more beautiful."

Isabella accepted the compliment without shyness, and even deliberately said to the elf, "Wasn't I the most beautiful before?"

Miss Dragon has full confidence in her beauty.

Lancelot smiled and said: "Bella will always be the most beautiful."

"It's almost there."

Isabella held her face in her hands and admired herself. She also knew that she would not get any other answers from Lancelot, so she sighed: "My brother said that my appetite has increased recently because I am growing. But I After looking in the mirror for so long, I still don’t realize how much I have grown up.”

The elf's eyes quickly lowered and glanced at Isabella's chest. Of course he was embarrassed to tell her that as the most intuitive experiencer every night, he found that Isabella had become plumper.

Ah, wait--

"Brother?" Lancelot was slightly surprised, "Is it Sir Eric? Is he awake yet?"

Isabella suddenly became speechless: ""

Ah ah ah ah, is she stupid (⊙o⊙)?

I had kept it a secret for so long, so why did I tell Eric's existence today without thinking?

Seeing Isabella's face looking slightly embarrassed, Lancelot asked thoughtfully: "Isn't it convenient for you to tell me this?"

The elf smiled slightly and said softly: "It's okay, Bella. If it embarrasses you, I can pretend that I didn't hear it."

"Eric did tell me before that I couldn't tell anyone about him." Isabella whispered, seeing that the elf was visibly disappointed, as if she had some little secret behind his back, and she felt entangled in her heart. one time.

"But if it's you Lance, I don't think it's okay to tell you."

Lancelot couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips, and quickly suppressed them again, continuing to look weak and lost.

"Can you really tell me?"

Isabella's heart melted at the softness shown by the golden elf, and she nodded without thinking, "Okay, okay, I can tell you anything."

Lancelot rolled his eyes.

He wished to know all about Isabella.

Any factor that would cause him to have the thought "Isabella will leave him" would make him panic.

Such emotions are attributed to the inner uneasiness and lack of confidence in Lancelot's heart.

The status of the two people is unequal in terms of race, ability and all aspects. The elf couldn't help but think about it. If he didn't have such beautiful blond hair, and didn't have the smell and voice that Isabella loved, would she have left him without hesitation?

However, since returning to Pudacino with Isabella, Lancelot has been hiding this thought perfectly and has never shown it.

Because he knew that Isabella didn't like the feeling of being restrained.

Perhaps after the marriage contract is concluded, his slightly morbid uneasiness will really disappear.

He was just too scared, afraid that Isabella would not want him.

Isabella took out her notebook and opened the pages in a special way, revealing the full chat history between her and Eric.

She showed these chat records to the elf with confidence, and was not worried about Lancelot discovering the various "dragon recipes" that Eric often taught her in the conversations between Eric and her.

——Because these conversations are all written in dragon language.

Countless endless pages were filled with conversations between two giant dragons.

The elf turned over each page carefully without saying a word.

Isabella looked at him boredly and asked curiously: "Can you understand dragon language?"

I read every page with such concentration.

Lancelot smiled slightly, "I can't understand it, but when I think of so many written records, which bear the traces of Bella's growth over the years, I want to read more."

Although he couldn't understand what these unfamiliar words meant, the girl's handwriting went from being crooked and crooked when she couldn't hold the quill to later becoming smooth and silky, and a long article could fill an entire notebook page without even finishing it. , as if there are endless things I want to say to my brother.

In contrast, when Isabella wrote to him before, she was so perfunctory that she often just left a paw print and didn't even bother to write "read".

Such a gap caused uncontrollable darkness to spread in Lancelot's heart.

My fingertips couldn't help but tighten on the notebook, and quickly released it before getting wrinkles.

Lancelot still kept a gentle smile on his face. He held Isabella on his knees and they sat on the end of the bed together.

"Bella, what's your dragon clan's wedding like?" The elf asked casually, as if thinking of the approaching wedding date of the two.

Orcs of different races often intermarry, and their children will inherit the bloodline of the stronger one.

Isabella shook her head, "I'm not sure either. If you're curious about this, I'll ask my brother tomorrow."

Lancelot: "Are marriages usually within the clan?"

She thought that Lancelot's questions came from the elf's studious spirit, so she didn't think much about it, but just thought about it.

"What you said makes sense. If it were other dragons, they would most likely find a neighbor close to the cave to get married. Because we are really homebody and lazy. For such a troublesome matter as getting married, we might as well lie down in the cave. The joy comes from eating and drinking.”

Moreover, except for the dragons of their own race, other races are food in the eyes of the dragon. At most, they will be divided into delicious food and unpalatable food that is not worthy of a second look.

How could a giant dragon get married to food?

——Except her.

Isabella hugged Lancelot sweetly and rubbed the elf's soft blond hair affectionately, thinking to herself: Ah, she is really a dragon who rebels for love.

"Then is it possible that Bella will marry Eric?"

The elf whispered in his ear.

The ethereal voice is as soft as a dream, making people let down their guard unconsciously and reveal their truest thoughts.

Isabella was still immersed in the mood of self-praise, and she affirmed without thinking much: "Of course, my brother is a lonely dragon, and he can only stay in my cave. How lonely. But-"

——Now that I have you, I don’t care whether Eric is lonely or not.

Before he finished speaking, he was rudely interrupted by Lancelot.

"do not talk."

Isabella was startled, and looked at Lancelot innocently with her big round eyes.

Lancelot quickly adjusted his mood: "Let's go see the tree of life. The golden fruit you wanted to eat some time ago seems to have matured recently."

Isabella immediately dropped everything and cheered: "Okay, okay!"

That night, Isabella discovered that Lancelot was particularly anxious today.

She had just eaten the jelly beans, and before the liquid in her mouth had completely melted, the elf was clinging to her.

()

"ah"

The girl's exclamation contained a trill.

"No, Lance, I can't stand this."

()

The girl's hazy eyes looked forward vacantly. The totems of the elves were painted on the wall. The entangled vine branches swayed, slowly climbed up, and finally tightened.

In the night where light and shadow intersect, everything seems to be a mixture of dreams and reality.

She couldn't see the elf's face, she could only feel his movements, and her heart was high, guessing what he would do next.

She couldn't guess.

A sob squeezed out from deep in his throat.

()

"Lance, I don't want it"

But resistance at this time will anger the elf who is swallowed by jealousy, dragging him into the dark abyss of desire.

Thinking of what Isabella said during the day, she might marry Eric.

Even if reason told the elf, this assumption no longer existed after Isabella agreed to marry him.

But the elf still couldn't control his jealousy and anger.

The empty body needs the love of a girl to fill it up. If she no longer loves him and wants to leave him

No, she will only be by his side.

The next morning, Isabella sat on the bedside angrily, touching her slightly bulging belly, and kicked the elf out of bed in anger.

The beautiful blond elf sat on the ground, the morning light bathing him, and his long golden hair was like a gift from the gods.

Isabella glanced at it for a few times, and her stomach growled in vain.

"Goo-"

Lancelot gently rolled his eyes, "Are you hungry, Bella?"

The elf looked very docile and harmless, but what he said made the girl blush immediately: "He obviously ate so much last night..."

"shut up!"

Isabella's ears were burning. She jumped up from the bed and pointed at the elf's harmless and holy face, her fingertips trembling.

She complained loudly: "Lance, you have two faces! When you are under the bed, you are obviously super gentle and cute, and you will never do such excessive things."

In bed, he completely turned away and refused to recognize anyone.

Because she ate the jelly beans and turned into a weak girl without the power of the dragon, she disobeyed her every time and was so tired that she couldn't even lift her hands, and she continued.

Lancelot smiled: "Then what kind of me does Bella like?"

Without thinking, Isabella was about to shout that she liked the elf under the bed.

Suddenly, his intuition flashed, and a sense of danger ran down his spine.

Isabella swallowed her throat, looking at the elf in front of her who smiled warmly and harmoniously, she always felt that she saw a darkening aura behind him.

In order to get out of bed smoothly today, Miss Julong suppressed her voice and surrendered: "I like them all."

Lancelot rolled his eyes, "That's great, I will always love Bella. In my eyes, all Bellas are super cute."

Isabella: ""

She is no longer pure.

Why does this confession sound like driving?

A few days later, Eric told Isabella in his notebook that the express he sent had crossed the ocean and arrived at the inn on the seaside of Pudacino.

The territory of the elves does not easily accept the arrival of outsiders. If Isabella wants to pick up the express delivery, she can only go to the seaside inn in person.

But Isabella has been very lethargic lately.

She was lying lazily on the roof of the treehouse basking in the sun, holding her fat tail as a pillow, so comfortable that she didn't want to move at all.

Considering that she had told the elf about Eric's existence, Isabella did not avoid contacting Eric. Instead, she was carefree and let the elf king go to the beach to pick up the express delivery.

Lancelot came back empty-handed.

Isabella raised her head and asked doubtfully: "Where is the express delivery from my brother?"

The elf kept a gentle smile and did not blink when telling lies: "There was a storm at the seaside last night and the express station was blown down. So I didn't find Sir Eric's express."

After hearing this, Isabella didn't care about the express delivery, but asked worriedly: "The elf in the inn is not injured, right?"

Lancelot said: "Everyone is fine, only some small packages can't be found."

Isabella never doubted Lancelot's words. After saying "Oh", she took out her notebook and said casually: "It's okay. I'll just ask my brother to send me another copy."

Lancelot was quiet. After Isabella finished writing, she closed the notebook. Seeing that the elf had not spoken, she thought he was blaming himself for the loss of the express. She hugged the elf's waist with her tail and said, "It doesn't matter, anyway. My brother often sends me some gadgets, nothing important."

Lancelot hugged the girl in his arms back.

He held her tightly in his arms, placed one hand gently on her belly, and moved his fingertips with magic to increase the body temperature in his palm, without making Isabella feel any discomfort.

Full joy filled his blood, and a little comfort filled the hole in his heart.

The illusory and unreal feeling gradually became full and real after embracing Isabella, whose body temperature was warm.

Even if he can't feel any signs of life yet, what Eric sent this time has brought a new inspiration to Lancelot.

As a branch of the beast tribe, the dragon tribe has a big physiological difference from the elves - the elves' children are bred from the tree of life, but the dragons are different. Each egg is conceived through The mother's body conceived it herself, and with the expectation of love and care, it broke out of the shell.

If Bella could be pregnant with his child

When he thought of such a scene, the ends of Lancelot's eyes curved into crescents, covering up the possessiveness deep in his silver eyes, and his face became calm and calm.

His gaze fell on the girl's flat and soft belly.

It looks like he will have to work harder tonight.

The elf smiled: "Yes, it's not something important."

On a calm seaside, on a scrap of paper that has not been completely torn, there are several clear and bold handwritings, full of blatant provocation——

[Elf Cub Burp Pills. 】