The reserve food raised is the Elf King

Lancelot could not refuse any of Isabella's requests.

The beautiful blond elf silently hugged the quilt and pillow, her loose robe lingered on the ground, and a small section of fair skin was exposed on her shoulders.

He was kicked out by Isabella and could only sleep on the sofa in the living room tonight.

——Yes, His Majesty the Elf King never thought that he would be kicked out of the bedroom by his own Miss Bella.

So when building a tree house that belonged only to him and Bella, there was only one luxurious extra-large bedroom and a luxurious extra-large bed, and there were no other guest bedrooms.

"Do you really don't want me to sleep with you?" Lancelot struggled desperately, "We have never been separated."

Isabella said with a cold face: "Don't worry, I won't miss you."

Lancelot lowered his eyes, his silver eyes swaying like a galaxy of broken light, his voice was gentle and noble, "But I will miss you."

"That's not OK!"

"Then how about we just stay away for one night? I'll move back tomorrow night."

The tall elf sat on the sofa, leaning on the sofa with two long legs. His whole body looked like shrunken plant branches, and his hands and feet were tied up, and he looked particularly aggrieved.

Isabella softened for a moment.

He raised his hand and touched his round belly, and his heart suddenly became as hard as iron.

"You can keep sleeping on the sofa until I lose weight!"

"Skinny?" Lancelot wondered.

Isabella didn't give him a chance to ask questions. She slammed the door and entered the bedroom.

"Kacha Kacha" twice.

She even locked it from the inside!

Lancelot: ""

In the middle of the night, Lancelot sat on the small steps outside the tree house, his legs hanging from the air, and his soft robe gently fluttering in the night wind.

There were two "click, click, click" sounds from behind.

The sound of the door lock twisting.

Lancelot turned back.

Isabella walked out of the bedroom with a head of fluffy white hair and a crooked collar.

She stood at the door with her eyes closed and paused for a moment. The tip of her nose moved slightly, and she accurately found Lancelot's position. She ran over and threw herself into his arms.

"You little naughty bitch, why don't you even wear shoes?"

Lancelot hugged Isabella amusedly, held her on his knees, and carefully straightened the collar of her loose pajamas.

He was about to hold her face and kiss her, but after pulling away the broken hair covering her eyebrows, the elf was slightly surprised to find that Isabella had kept her eyes closed the whole time and found him by instinct. around.

"Are you still awake?"

Did sleepwalking also come to him?

This thought made Lancelot happy.

The girl in her arms had her eyes closed and even her breathing was in a deep sleep. But the movements of his hands were very nimble, and he quickly and automatically found a position, took Lancelot's hand and put it around his waist, then grabbed the elf's flowing blond hair with one hand, and spread the blond hair flatly with the other hand, enjoying The ground is under his face.

All operations are done skillfully and smoothly, and when everything is ready——

The little head tilted and continued to fall asleep.

Lancelot couldn't help laughing: "She really deserves to be Bella."

The next morning, Isabella was awakened by the sound of birds chirping in her ears.

It's summer recently. I don't know when a nest of big birds moved to the big tree next door. They took a fancy to the lushest big tree next to the Elf King and built a nest on it to hatch their eggs.

In the past few days, the baby birds have been breaking out of their shells one after another, and the sounds of the little birds can be heard every day, starting before dawn.

Isabella stayed in bed and covered her ears, refusing to get up. She complained to herself: "Children are the most annoying things."

The elf in his ear asked softly: "Does Bella hate cubs?"

Isabella didn't wake up and replied in a daze: "The little guy's meat is the most tender. Of course I don't hate it."

The elf's voice disappeared for a while, and after a long time he continued to ask: "What if Bella has her own baby?"

Isabella took a bite of the elf's hair and groaned without answering for a while.

Lancelot hugged her and patted her gently, thinking that she fell asleep again, when he heard Isabella react slowly: "Bella is just a cute little baby~"

The elf bent his eyes, the gentleness in his eyes was like a lake, "Yes, Bella is Lance's little baby."

"What if Lance wants to have a litter of kids with Bella?"

Lancelot felt relieved.

He seemed to have never formally asked Isabella what she thought of children.

He had always hoped to have a blood bond with Isabella.

But I don't know if Bella has the same expectations as him.

"Having a baby is so troublesome."

When Isabella heard this word, she frowned subconsciously, her little head arched into the elf's arms, and she even left the blond hair on her hands, with an expression of resistance almost written all over her face.

The elf's silver eyes dimmed slightly, and he felt a little disappointed.

He pursed his lips and gently brushed away a strand of long hair hanging by Isabella's lips. His voice was soft and gentle, like a feather floating gently in the air.

He said softly: "It doesn't matter, if Bella doesn't like it, we don't want it."

Isabella arched into his arms again.

When Lancelot thought she was sleeping uncomfortably and wanted to change her into a better position, he saw Isabella automatically crawling to his heart and gently pressing her face against it.

There was a thin layer of clothing and a layer of flesh and blood between his ears.

Hear the gentle heartbeat in your chest.

"If it were Lance, I would like to raise an elf as cute as Lance(v)."

Like talking in sleep.

The soft voice melts in the wind, and is ten thousand times sweeter than cotton candy.

""

"Bang, bang, bang!"

It was the sound of a quickening heartbeat, more like a feast of fireworks exploding brightly in mid-air.

The piece of feather floating in the air finally found its own home. The joyful emotion is like substance, filling every strand of the elf's blood bit by bit, driving away the uneasiness that has been vaguely turbulent in the heart for a long time.

The memory of his parents not loving each other when he was young, his father's strong predation and mother's cold resistance, and he was a child who was not expected from the beginning. This shadow has been silent, hidden in a small corner of Lancelot's heart.

Lancelot is always afraid

He was very afraid that Bella would leave him one day.

So hidden under the gentle and powerful appearance, Lancelot has always been timid in his heart. He didn't even have the courage to ask Isabella face to face if she would like to have children with him.

did not expect

"Bella, thank you!"

The elf couldn't hide his excitement, and his voice was a little louder.

Suddenly Isabella, who was half asleep, woke up.

"You're welcome?"

Isabella replied smoothly, although she didn't know what Lancelot was thanking.

She rubbed the corners of her eyes in confusion and looked at the elf with shining eyes in confusion.

Lancelot was still excited, his smart and rational brain was a little unclear at the moment, and his words were a little messy, "Thank you for being willing to be with me, to accompany me, to love me, and to have a child for you." ,willing"

"What(⊙_⊙)——?"

Isabella thought she heard wrongly, and she couldn't breathe for a moment: "You're going to give me a baby?!"

She raised her voice, looked at the elf king in front of her with surprise, and said in disbelief: "Do you elves still have such ability???"

Only then did Lancelot realize that he had said the wrong thing. His cheeks were hot, from his neck to the tips of his ears, he quickly corrected himself: "No, Bella, I just said it too hastily, it was -"

and many more.

It seemed like there was something round and bulging pressed against his stomach?

A trace of doubt and strangeness flashed across Lancelot's face, his voice was stuck, and he lowered his head hesitantly -

Isabella also lowered her head——

A round, golden egg lay quietly between the two of them.

Lancelot: ""

Isabella: ""

Both of them were speechless.

After a long while, it was Isabella who hesitated to speak first: "What is this?"

Lancelot said blankly: "It's an egg."

Isabella looked up speechlessly and rolled her eyes at him: "Of course I know this is an egg."

She stretched out an index finger and carefully poked the eggshell. She looked closer and looked at it twice, feeling an infinite love for this golden egg in her heart.

"What a beautiful egg."

Isabella sighed and praised, her bright silver eyes reflecting this pure golden egg. Her gaze became more and more intense, all focused on the halo of the eggshell.

Ms. Dragon licked the corners of her lips and said in a slow and protracted tone, "Oh, maybe this was born from the mother bird next door?"

As she said that, she reached out to pick up the golden egg, and continued to say: "Why don't we find a pot, boil it and eat it at noon today=3="

I am thinking whether I should make a fried and crispy golden omelette, or use the simplest ingredients to cook the most delicious boiled egg——

Suddenly, the golden egg that attracted her rose into the sky.

Isabella: "???"

Lancelot picked up the egg, held it in his arms, and stood up.

The elf faced Miss Dragon's particularly eager eyes and silently took a step back. The sudden height gap made Golden Egg stay away from Isabella's sight.

Isabella sat on the ground blankly, looking up in confusion: "Lance?"

Confusion, shock, surprise and uncertainty flashed across Lancelot's face, all kinds of complex emotions mixed together, and he spoke softly after a long time.

He hesitated and considered his words: "Bella, have you ever considered a situation?"

As the elf spoke, there was still a blank look on his face, as if what was happening now was totally unreal.

But the glittering golden egg in his arms contained the auras of elves and dragons. This was something Lancelot had fantasized about countless times and longed for in his dreams.

Has one hundred percent realism.

Lancelot: "Does this egg belong to both of us?"

Isabella: "???"

Instantly shocked: "Did you lay eggs? No, can you elves really lay eggs?"

(wДw)!

Lancelot held the egg carefully, feeling dumbfounded by Isabella's confusion. He also didn't expect that in a scene like this, Isabella could still focus on the topic of whether elves can lay eggs.

"The elves are not a race that lays eggs. Of course I can't lay eggs."

Isabella blurted out: "That can't be me - wait!"

She suddenly lowered her head and touched her belly, which had deflated again and became flat and slender again, her eyes were blank.

Isabella carefully recalled the whole process of her "gaining weight" during this period, and found that except for her belly, which was getting bigger, there was no change at all.

In fact, there is not much difference in the human form. As a dragon lady who loves beauty, Isabella just kept sucking her belly, controlling the human shape with her thoughts, and retracting her belly.

On the contrary, the belly in the shape of a giant dragon has become larger and larger during this period, and is as round as a ball.

Isabella always thought that she had become like this because she had eaten too much recently.

did not expect

It took a long time before Miss Julong whispered: "Ahem, this seems to be the egg I laid."