The reserve food raised is the Elf King

"Forehead……"

Isabella was still racking her brains for excuses.

The elf was keenly aware of Isabella's brief hesitation.

Recalling that from the first time they met until now, Isabella seemed to have always been extremely passionate about his hair.

Not only would he use his hair as a quilt to cover his belly at night, but he would also secretly grab a handful after waking up and stuff it into his mouth from time to time, licking and biting it.

Of course, Lancelot saw all of Isabella's little tricks that she thought were not discovered.

He just didn't stop her.

At first, I just thought that the cubs would be curious about anything new, but now...

Lancelot frowned slightly.

Seeing that the elf was about to guess the truth, Isabella's nervous tail almost turned up.

Fortunately, the thick skirt covered her tail, so the elf didn't notice the strange look on her face.

Hold on, don't panic.

Nothing could be said to make Lancelot guess that she regarded him as food.

Excellent food is the rarest thing to find.

She couldn't let him escape.

The little girl lowered her eyes slightly, her curled eyelashes trembling slightly.

When she raised her eyes again, a pair of silver eyes slightly curved sweetly, reflecting Isabella's round and lovely face, looking extremely innocent and harmless.

She licked her lips.

Dragons are natural hunters.

As an excellent and qualified hunter, he naturally knows how to disguise himself and then paralyze his prey.

Don’t make any big show when approaching prey. Approach beautiful and alert prey quietly. You also need to have enough patience and time, and look forward to it with full enthusiasm.

——One day, the green food will grow to its most perfect state.

Before that, everything was a secret.

Yes, secrets cannot be known.

She wants to keep this secret.

Isabella closed her eyes and lay down in the elf's arms, rolling over with a cute expression on her face.

The little girl's voice was milky, and she said coquettishly: "I just envy Lance's hair. It's golden and beautiful, straight and smooth like a waterfall. It's not like my hair, which has no color and is messy all day long. It’s hard to take care of and looks boring.”

As he said this, he snorted as if he was quite disgusted.

It seems that he is very dissatisfied with his slightly curly white hair.

Lancelot was doubtful, always feeling that something was not right.

However, the dragons love all shiny things.

This property is well known.

Isabella's hair is a light silvery white, which looks more white indoors. In the sunlight, it will show a flowing mithril feeling.

Incomparably luxurious and mysterious.

But... for Ms. Dragon herself, who feeds on gold coins, it seems that gold is indeed more dazzling?

Lancelot was gradually convinced by this reason.

The elf gently stroked the cub's hair, "Your hair is also very beautiful, and it's not messy at all. I'll help you trim your broken hair and tie it into a new style in a while, okay?"

Isabella reacted quickly and immediately said sweetly, "I want the same hair as Lance Za!"

Lancelot finally smiled and agreed softly, "Okay."

Accidents caused by hair were perfectly resolved.

Isabella was about to breathe a sigh of relief when she heard the elf say: "There is one more thing..."

The cub was on tenterhooks.

Trying to keep a smile: "What's wrong?"

Lancelot hesitated for a moment.

He wanted to talk to Isabella about Carlos getting up her skirt in the waiting room just now.

After all, Lancelot is of the opposite sex, and when it comes to teaching cubs, there are many things that may not be easy to talk about directly.

But there is no female he is familiar with that he can trust 100%.

For a while, it was not easy to directly entrust Isabella's education on personal privacy to another person.

Lancelot considered it carefully and said as tactfully as possible, "Bella, you have grown up slowly. There is a big difference between you, Carlos and Arthur."

They are the male and you are the female.

It’s best…to maintain some appropriate social distance.

According to the customs of the elves, opposite sexes are absolutely not allowed to kiss and hug casually before confirming a partnership, let alone taking off their clothes under the skirt.

Considering that no one knew the racial characteristics of the dragon clan, Lancelot did not ask Isabella to be as reserved and reserved as him.

He was only concerned about Isabella's healthy growth from the perspective of the cub's physical and mental development.

Puppy love is wrong.

Especially if you fall in love with a race like Carlos, who is not naturally unique in their feelings, it will definitely not be a good experience.

But the elf did not say these words.

His extremely high moral self-discipline makes him always remember not to discuss the behavior of others behind their backs.

Different races on the continent have different customs and habits.

From the first day he left Pudacino, the elf had subverted all his previous perceptions.

Some races can mate anytime and anywhere during their estrus period.

Even crazy, there is more than one partner at the same time.

I don’t know what the dragon tribe’s habits are.

But one thing he knows.

After most orcs enter the juvenile stage, they go into heat/estrus from time to time and are eager to mate/reproduce.

The dragon clan should also have such a period.

At that time...

Lancelot suddenly didn't want to think about it anymore.

He hurriedly interrupted his thoughts and whispered, "In short, you are still young. Even if you want to..., you have to wait until you enter adolescence."

Isabella blinked blankly.

What is this elf talking about...

One sentence here and there.

So stupid.

He is more than 2,000 years old, but he still hesitates when speaking.

"What do I want?"

Isabella chewed her fingers.

My teeth have been itching lately, especially when I'm in human form.

When I touched it with my fingers, a few of them seemed to be faintly dangling on the gums, and they felt like they were about to fall off at any moment.

Isabella carefully touched her slightly wobbly front teeth with her fingertips.

Hiss...it hurts a bit qwq

The elf was too busy lost in his own thoughts.

If you see her biting her fingers normally, you will definitely criticize and educate the cub immediately.

Therefore, it is also missed to detect that the cub is about to change its teeth.

"Do you want..." to mate.

Lancelot's voice became softer and quieter, and a slight blush spread up his neck, making his face look hot.

But the word "mating", as well as related topics such as "estrus", the conservative and shy elf could not express it normally in front of the cubs.

It was too challenging for the elves to be ashamed.

Isabella waited for a while, but did not wait for a complete sentence.

Miss Dragon doesn't have much patience.

She had eaten and drank enough today and had done everything she needed to do.

Now seeing that Lancelot couldn't explain why for a long time, he felt a little sleepy.

Want sleep.

She opened her mouth wide and let out a slow yawn.

For a moment, the eyes were misty, like a deep mountain spring filled with white mist, as if clear spring water would flow out of the eyes in the next second.

Ah...I feel so sleepy qwq

The fat little man twisted his waist comfortably and looked at the elf with drooped eyelashes, not sure what he wanted to say.

forget it if do not get it.

She didn't seem very curious either.

Isabella: "Lance, I want to sleep."

Lancelot paused.

"……it is good."

A trace of annoyance flashed in the elf's eyes.

It was a few simple words, but because of his own personality, he held it back until the end.

Isabella was completely unaware of the elf's complex emotional changes.

She only cares about herself.

Only when I think about it occasionally do I pay attention to the health issues of food reserves.

The elf in front of him has red lips and white teeth, so he must be in good health.

Then she doesn't need to worry too much.

Just after returning home, Miss Dragon's tail was freed from her skirt.

Isabella jumped from the elf's arms.

The silver-white fat tail swaggered along the corridor of the room covered with plush carpets, leaving a long trail along the path she walked.

Open the door and walk into the cloakroom.

Lancelot was still struggling. He had to explain it clearly to the cub about the opposite sex wearing skirts.

He tried to frame his words to make the conversation less awkward.

With something on his mind, the blond elf subconsciously followed the cub quietly.

Isabella also didn't notice his presence at all.

He kicked off his leather shoes, put his tail under his buttocks as a soft cushion, and lay down lazily on the blanket.

The round eyes narrowed into two crescent moons.

Ah ~ a day full of food and drink =3=

Cherish the happy time when you don’t have to go to school!

After lying down and entertaining herself for a while, Isabella got up and started to take off her clothes. She raised her two fat short arms high and twisted around before taking off the outermost skirt.

There is also a mid-sleeve petticoat with a fishbone skirt underneath.

Lancelot once found a mannequin to teach the cub how to put on and take off the bustle.

Therefore, although Isabella was not very skilled in her movements, she was able to remove the straps outside the bustle little by little without damaging any of the lace decorations.

I'm a little tired after dismantling it.

It's a big, troublesome project.

(Longlong sighs jpg)

Fortunately, Isabella has always liked all kinds of beautiful and gorgeous things, so even if she feels troublesome, she is happy to continue doing it.

As long as she likes it, it must be right.

Isabella sat down on the ground to rest.

Looked up by chance.

"Lance?"

Isabella tilted her head, her big, foggy blue and clear eyes looking slightly confused.

"What are you doing standing at the door?"

Normally when the little girl changes her clothes, the elf would consciously avoid her.

What's going on today...?

"...What?" The elf heard the voice and raised his head in confusion.

The shining golden eyes seemed to be a little confused and distracted, and they had not yet broken away from their own thoughts.

Isabella pointed to herself, "I'm changing clothes."

"Didn't you say that no one else can be in the same room with me when I change clothes?"

Lancelot: "…………!!?"

He, he didn't notice at all.

"But it doesn't matter. I just can't untie the belt on the back of my neck, and I plan to come find you."

Isabella was indifferent.

She was currently wearing at least two tops and a skirt, and panties under the skirt. According to the "parts that should not be seen by others" taught to her by the elf, none of them were exposed.

Before the elf could leave, the cub had already dragged its tail in front of him.

She bent her knees slightly and exerted herself, then suddenly stood up on her tiptoes, trying to see the elf's expression clearly.

He asked with a concerned expression: "Lance, what's wrong with you today? You look confused. Are you sleepy?"

You won't be sick, will you?

The dragons don't get sick, and I don't know if the elves will get sick.

If you are sick, it may affect the smell.

Isabella was worried.

The elf reached out and hugged the cub that jumped up.

Just as he was about to explain, his eyes suddenly paused——

After taking off the layers of bustles and lace, and a layer of white cotton petticoat, Isabella was still wearing...a pair of thick pumpkin pants?

The blue pumpkin pants are knee-length and are prepared by the elf in advance for the coming summer.

When he was choosing clothes for her in the morning, he didn't pick these pants by mistake, right?

Isabella looked over and kicked her legs to show off, "Aren't these pants so cute! I found them specially to put them on this morning!"

Two fat, white and soft carrot legs, paired with fluffy and cute pumpkin pants, are indeed very cute. Walking on the road in summer will definitely cause many girls to hold their hearts and scream, "It's so cute!"

But the problem is!

These are summer pants.

Instead of the pants tucked into the skirt now.

No wonder when he went out in the morning, Lancelot vaguely felt that the size of Isabella's skirt seemed a bit too small.

He thought it was because the tail had grown bigger again.

"Moreover," Isabella raised her chin and said very proudly, "Wearing an extra pair of pants under the skirt can be super effective in avoiding the problem of exposure! Even if I accidentally raise my tail, it doesn't matter at all. "

She held her face and said narcissistically: "Ah, I'm so smart~"

Lancelot: "..."

I have to say that this way of dressing, which elves have never heard of, seems to be very effective.

"So you know you're wearing pants, so you don't mind Carlos crawling into your skirt?"

Lancelot didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

He just had a series of tangles and troubles, which were just like bothering oneself.

Isabella is much smarter than he thought, and some of Lancelot's worries may not be necessary.

"Of course." Isabella took it for granted, confirming the elf's guess.

She grinned, "Otherwise, if Senior Fox wanted to take advantage of me, I would have thrown him into the flaming volcano and become a lime with the dwarves."

Of course this baby is very smart!