The reserve food raised is the Elf King

"Little classmate, do you want to climb a tree?"

Isabella was holding up her skirt awkwardly and getting ready to climb the tree.

Because of this sound, the little girl was stunned.

The skirt of the tutu skirt is stuck in a position that neither goes up nor comes down, and the tip of the tail that is curled up under the skirt is vaguely exposed.

"whoosh"

The tail quickly curled up.

Fortunately, Isabella was standing on the shady side of the palm tree, otherwise the sunlight would have shone on her silver tail, which would have been too conspicuous to hide.

"Where did you come from?"

Isabella put down her skirt and bounced twice casually, letting the layers of skirts slide down automatically.

Lancelot was not here, so she didn't bother to care whether the lace on her skirt was neat or not.

She looked at the boy behind her.

A look of curiosity and disbelief.

"There was no one around here just now?"

The young man smiled gently and explained, "I was just picking flowers in the corner of the bush over there. You may not have noticed me."

Isabella followed her gaze.

There is indeed a large bush.

The dark shrubs blend into the shadow of the library's high walls, and it's easy to miss them if you don't look carefully.

The young man stood at the junction of the shade and the setting sun in the corner, wearing a light golden robe, with a light halo exuding all over his body.

He waved the freshly picked flowers in his hand. Perhaps because he lived on the dark side of the backlight, the color of the petals was a rare and mysterious purple.

Isabella only likes bright colors and is not interested in this kind of flower.

"Oh"

Isabella looked away.

But when she raised her head and saw the appearance of the person coming, her aggressive expression because she was interrupted from climbing the tree disappeared little by little.

Judging from his clothes, he must be a student of Guangming Tower.

Isabella blinked.

The two stood a little close, and Isabella raised her head with some difficulty.

The young man's face is fair and pink, with a roundness that has not yet grown out.

She has neat short white hair, and her eyes are squinted like two curved moons, giving her a clear, clean and gentle feeling.

It is different from Lancelot's gentle atmosphere that has settled down after experiencing many things.

He looks inoffensive, as if he lives in a clean glass jar, so pure that he has an almost compassionate sense of holiness.

No trace of blood.

Isabella couldn't bear to eat him.

Yes.

When Ms. Dragon saw this young man with a light-colored golden filter, her stomach secretly "gurgled" a few times, not surprisingly, urging her to quickly find food.

But he is so clean, like a simple little white rabbit.

But what

Isabella licked the corner of her lower lip.

I really can't bear it, that is absolutely impossible.

The greedy dragon lady was very decisive and quickly added the boy whose name he didn't even know yet to the recipe list.

She started asking for details about the food.

"Hello, brother, my name is Isabella."

Miss Julong held her milky voice like she was holding a big jar of honey, which was so sweet that it was cloyingly sweet.

She walked closer to the boy step by step, and her little fleshy fingers pulled the hem of his pale golden clothes.

Little by little, climb up.

Hey.

Let her touch it first to feel the quality of the food.

"Beautiful brother, what's your name?"

"My name is Francis, and I am a third-year astrology student at Guangming Tower."

"Oh, Frances"

Isabella tilted her head, as if thinking about the problem.

Then he put on his face again and said sweetly, "Brother, your name is so nice."

Francis smiled.

Isabella continued to check her household registration, "What race is your brother?"

Francis made no secret of it, "I am from the rabbit tribe."

"Oh, bunny rabbit sucks"

Fat rabbit, so cute.

It is best to use half steamed and half braised.

Isabella's eyes became even more intense, almost shining like silver.

Francis paused, a trace of confusion flashing across his pure face.

What was the sound just now?

Before the innocent boy could figure it out, he heard the sweetest and cutest voice of the little girl in a tutu skirt, with an innocent look on her face and eyes looking at him expectantly.

"Brother, can I be friends with you?"

"Of course." Francis quickly forgot his doubts.

The innocent rabbit boy arched his eyebrows, the arc of which was particularly gentle.

Even if you can't see the pupils under the eyelids, you can still imagine that they must be as holy as their owner, so holy that they are immune to dust.

Isabella was surprised to find that the color of Francis's eyelashes was a rare gradient color. The roots of the eyelashes were darker and became whiter along the direction of growth, just like the snow covering the earth.

Francis bent down slightly, took the initiative to reach out his hand, and gently wrapped the little girl's palm in his broad and slender palm.

"My pleasure."

When Lydia came out of the library, she didn't see Isabella for the first time.

She turned her head and looked around. The nose moved slightly, but there was no smell of cubs.

Where did he run to?

"Hey Lily baby, look up."

The little girl's lively voice sounded above her head.

Lydia raised her head and saw Isabella sitting high on the top branch of the palm tree. The trunk beneath her was swaying, and she was in danger of falling at any time.

""

Do the giant dragons actually have this hobby of climbing heights?

The human form also drags a cumbersome big tail. I really don’t know how this little ancestor climbed up.

Lydia sighed and silently returned to her original form.

She was not like Senior Lancelot who could accurately catch Isabella before she fell.

So she lay down on the ground and turned into a puddle of black cat cakes, like an inflatable trampoline filled with liquid. If Isabella jumped down, she would fall directly into the cat's fluffy hair.

Cat Cake raised his head and said, "Bella, do you want to come down?"

Isabella was looking straight at a certain location in the distance, and it took her a while to realize that Lydia was talking to her.

"Ah, okay, I'll be down right now."

what is isabella looking at

Lydia followed her gaze but saw nothing.

The curious cat wanted to ask, but when he thought about needing to open his mouth to speak

Forget it.

Isabella, who was above her head, cheered, held up her skirt and jumped down.

Lydia caught her.

The giant cat curled its tail backwards and hooked Isabella's back collar, picked her up and placed her firmly on the ground. Then he changed back to his human form and patted the hem of his skirt.

"Come on, there are still pebbles and unicorn eggshells."

"By the way, I remember that Professor Tinasi used cuckoo eggs during class demonstrations, not unicorn eggs."

Isabella rarely asked an academic-related question.

Lydia looked at her with half relief and half sigh, and corrected, "It's the feathers of the cuckoo bird, the best after seven months."

"Oh."

Thinking that this topic might be asked in the exam, Lydia could only say a few more words, "Originally, the feathers of the cuckoo are the best material, but the cuckoo is a wild species, and there is no formal area for raising cuckoos in the college. So if we replace it with unicorn eggshell this time, the effect should not be much different."

Isabella nodded.

The way she behaves and doesn't make trouble is very endearing, and she looks like a good baby who is diligent and obedient.

"Are the pebbles nearby?" Isabella asked again. "I just saw a river on the left in the trees."

Lydia nodded.

"But to identify them one by one, you have to find stones that have been washed by the stream for more than a year."

"Oh, it's so troublesome."

Isabella slumped her shoulders and muttered in a low voice, "This kind of recovery potion is basically ineffective, and it takes so much effort to collect the materials."

As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeves and stretched out his fat little arms and put them under Lidia's eyes. The color of her skin was white and rosy, with no trace of blood vessels visible.

Isabella showed off, "How about just squeezing two drops of blood and putting it in a bottle to hand in your homework? It's guaranteed to be a hundred times more effective than the best recovery potion."

Lydia glanced at Isabella quietly.

His forehead couldn't help but twitch.

Is it okay to say this casually?

Previously, Dean Green specifically asked not to expose Isabella's identity in public, because the little girl was in the cub stage and had not awakened her talents. When encountering bad people who coveted her, she basically had no ability to protect herself.

The dragon clan is really rare, especially the dragons in the cub stage.

It doesn't have the aggressiveness of an adult dragon that can destroy the world, but every part of its body is priceless.

The dragon's scales can make the sharpest blades, the skin can become the thickest shield, the blood is the best medicine that can heal all wounds, and even the spit is one of the top three corrosive substances on the entire continent. The most powerful existence.

In addition, the dragon clan itself has extremely strong healing ability.

Even if all the scales on the body are shaved off, they will all grow back in a short time.

Therefore, whoever can suppress the growth of the baby dragon and prevent her from awakening any talents. You can easily own a warehouse of the finest raw materials that will never be mined out.

Maomao was speechless.

Regarding Isabella's open mouth, Lydia didn't bother to say anything more and directly used her big tail to hit the little girl's face.

Isabella "Ah, bah, cough, cough, cough."

Cat hair covered the mouth.

By the way, I experienced the feeling of washing my face with a cat’s tail.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

Isabella raised her hands in surrender, pulled off the big cat tail stuck to her face, and said weakly, "I just want to get high qq"

Not even oral pleasure.

Lydia made a mental note.

I decided to go back and complain to Senior Lancelot, asking him to educate his cubs properly.

Don't know how dangerous the outside world is

Isabella knew that she had said the wrong thing, so she squatted by the stream and rummaged for pebbles one by one.

A small group of fat figures looked a bit pitiful in the sunset.

She held a specific testing instrument in her hand, measuring the age of the pebbles one by one.

"Drip drip."

The detection instrument lights up a small light.

Isabella was surprised "Wow, I found it"

She held up a small pebble in her hand and put it into the storage ring happily.

Then he looked at his group leader eagerly and said expectantly, "Lily, are we going to the Forbidden Forest to find unicorn eggshells?"

Only the Forbidden Forest in the entire academy has a few rare unicorns.

First grade students are not allowed to enter or leave the Forbidden Forest at will.

But what if I entered the Forbidden Forest this time to find necessary experimental materials for the final exam?

Can she "drop in" and eat another delicious egg?

Beauty

The author has something to say about Bella casting her net wide and catching more fish.

A good dragon should be good at stocking up on a variety of foods with different flavors.

After this plot, I will pull up the timeline

Quiet spoiler, the cub will officially grow up

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