The reserve food raised is the Elf King

"Bella, why are you at the door?"

Lancelot walked to the door of the house and held Isabella's paw accurately through the black cloak.

Isabella replied sweetly, "I'm waiting for you to come home."

"I don't have anything to do anyway. I thought you were going home, so I happened to wait for you at the door."

She cooperatively put away her sharp nails to avoid the elf's delicate white jade fingers, and let the gentle elf lead her away from the door.

The door closed behind them.

The magic circle that blocks outside prying eyes opens automatically, and the transparent crystal cover is like an invisible film, leaving no trace.

The elf took off Isabella's hood, revealing Miss Dragon's big silver head.

The giant dragon's misty blue eyes are bright.

The horn on the top of his head grew a little bigger, and the tip was as sharp as a knife. Even Lancelot had to avoid its sharp edge and be careful not to get scratched.

Lancelot raised his hand and gently held Isabella's head.

When he heard the little girl say that she was waiting for him, her dazzling gold eyes were filled with emotion and tenderness.

The elf's body was exuding soft golden light, and he said softly, "I'm sorry, I'm late."

No, you came back just in time.

Isabella smiled and looked out the corner of her eyes.

If you had been a second earlier, Francis would have been discovered by you.

So exciting.

Lancelot held Miss Dragon's hand, tilted his head and asked gently, "Would you feel bored if you stay at home alone today and can't go out?"

In fact, she is not alone, there is a rabbit accompanying her.

But the smart Isabella never does anything to disgrace the scenery.

Maintaining a harmonious and intimate relationship with the food reserves is the innate talent of every dragon.

She said enthusiastically, "When I think that Lance went to the laboratory today to find information for my transformation problem, I'm not bored at all."

Lancelot told her that he would make a magic circle to measure the age of bones.

This magic circle can accurately measure her growth status. However, due to the lack of documentation on the dragon clan across the continent, it is very difficult to create a magic circle.

But when he thought that this matter would be beneficial to Isabella's growth, Lancelot didn't find it difficult at all.

Seeing Lancelot doing research with high spirits every day, Isabella felt a little worried.

In the past, she relied on her identity as a cub, so she stayed in the elf's arms and slept all night long.

Now that she has grown in size, she continues to look like she's still a baby and sleeps with Lancelot at night.

Isabella tried to avoid any talk of sleeping in separate beds.

But I don’t know why. The elves, who have always been extremely rigid and conservative in this regard, never mentioned it.

If she really enters adolescence, how should the two of them sleep.

"Lance, I don't want to be separated from you at all." Miss Dragon coquettishly coquettishly said.

What would I do if I was hungry in the middle of the night without you?

Lancelot's ears turned red and he whispered, "I don't want to be separated from you either."

Isabella did not miss the redness that spread from the ears to the neck.

The foggy blue eyes flashed slightly.

She feels that the current atmosphere is very good and suitable for carrying out the plan she has long thought of.

The first time they walked into the living room, Isabella ran to the table with her big tail, picked up the large bouquet of bright and blooming flowers arranged on the table, and handed it to the elf like a treasure.

"Lance, this is the bouquet I picked on campus when Lydia and I were collecting materials for Potions class in the academy last time before I fell asleep."

Ms. Dragon's voice was full of laughter, "I want to give it to you as soon as possible."

"Bella"

Lancelot was slightly startled.

A gurgling warmth instantly surged through my heart.

The elves are the race that loves nature the most, and sending flowers has an extraordinary significance among the elves.

A cherished, affirmed, unique choice.

In addition, Lancelot never mentioned to anyone that when he was young, he had awakened the talent of empathy with nature.

This is the most special talent of the elves.

The eye of nature.

As time goes by, Lancelot was initially limited to feeling the power of nature, and now he can gradually use the eyes of nature to obtain the mood of people who touch plants.

"The outermost circle of light yellow flowers comes from the fountain in the back garden of the Master Tower. Sometimes when Lidya and I look out the window during class, we can see this sea of ​​flowers from a distance. When the sun shines down, it will make I think of your eyes."

Isabella was chirping, holding a bouquet and enthusiastically introducing the origin of each flower.

She obviously did her homework carefully before collecting the bouquets. Not only could she clearly remember where she picked the flowers, but she also knew the names of the flowers by heart.

For Isabella, who could fall asleep directly after reciting two sentences from the text, this was as magical as a fantasy.

Thinking of this, the elf felt even warmer in his heart.

Isabella carefully closed her nails, touching only the back of her paws to the flower she mentioned.

"And this bbb"

Lancelot stared at Isabella quietly.

In Nuoda's living room, the little girl's clear and melodious voice fell on the elf's ears word by word.

Like an invisible circle.

She was delicate and domineering, wrapping him up airtight.

Pull him into the world of dragons.

Lancelot fell bit by bit.

"Click"

It was the old ice hidden deep in his heart that quietly cracked.

The fire burned fiercely.

The ice and snow are beginning to melt.

Lancelot glanced at the little girl who was still introducing the flowers.

At this moment, she was bathed in an invisible light.

Bright red, pure white, jumping orange

The power of the natural eye told him that the shimmering colors that appeared in front of him were the aggregation of countless sincere emotions.

joy, simplicity, enthusiasm

The elf blinked, and an illusion appeared in front of his eyes.

His little girl seemed to be holding up her skirt, laughing and running among the blooming flowers. Occasionally she would stop and bend down, pick a flower and put it in the basket.

Occasionally, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a snow-white rabbit speeding past the corner.

rabbit

Lancelot wondered for a moment.

He rarely uses the Eye of Nature, and for the time being he doesn't understand why there is a rabbit in the illusion.

Maybe Isabella is hungry.

"So, I want to give you this bouquet of flowers."

Finished

Isabella took a deep breath and finally finished memorizing the names and places that Francis told her.

Except for the sky-blue flower of hope in the center.

Also known as Angel Flower.

Isabella wanted to give this flower to the elf, she knew he would love it. But Isabella could not explain the origin of this flower. It was not as ubiquitous as other flowers.

I hope Lancelot won't look into it too closely.

Miss Dragon's eyes were bright and she said sincerely, "You will always be my angel."

Angel?

The elf's eyes were as bright as the morning sun, looking directly at Isabella.

The elf, who had always been indifferent to emotions and rarely showed them to others, had such fiery and hot eyes for the first time.

even.

Ms. Dragon, who was able to take a bath in the magma, felt an unbearable burning sensation.

Isabella was so frightened that her heart skipped a beat.

Do, what do you do?

Does Lancelot know that she did not pick these flowers?

"I"

Isabella had just been busy trying to make the elf happy, throwing out nice words for free.

She never thought about how sincere and affectionate her words sounded to other people's ears.

Those who listened to the lie did not notice it.

But those who tell lies feel guilty.

Especially under the gaze of the elf's extremely clean eyes, Isabella discovered that her level of lying and nonsense was not as good as telling lies with her eyes open in person.

I feel an inexplicable feeling of guilt.

She swallowed quietly, subconsciously trying to avoid the elf's sincere gaze.

Isabella racked her brains to think about how to remedy the situation, when the elf in front of her suddenly opened her arms and hugged her tightly.

The flawless white robe is like an angel's wings, spread out in mid-air.

The blond hair was flying behind the elf, and under the foggy evening sun outside the window, every strand of hair shone with a soft golden light.

"Bella, we will always be together, okay?"

I can no longer imagine a future world without you.

Fortunately, we all have endless years.

Isabella ""

scare

Lancelot, what are you doing?

The blond hair on the pavement hit her face, and Isabella was stunned by the elf's sensational words that were a little too hot.

What does this mean about "being together forever"?

Coming out of her mouth, it seemed normal.

But coming from the mouth of an elf with a light temperament and a reserved nature, it always felt a little too strange.

Miss Dragon stretched out her two front paws blankly, frozen in mid-air.

After a while, he slowly placed it on the elf's lower back and held him in his arms.

Yes.

Isabella held Lancelot in her arms.

Due to the rapid development of the dragon's size, his height increased dramatically, and he was a head taller than Lancelot.

So when Isabella held Lancelot in her arms

From a distance, he looked like a mighty general in silver armor, holding his delicate beauty in gold lace in his arms.

The picture is harmonious and beautiful.

个鬼

Miss Dragon silently lowered her head and glanced at the fragrant elf in her arms.

There is no doubt that her reserve husband is indeed a stunning beauty.

But she, the great dragon lady, did not want to be labeled as "burly".

Isabella also wants to be a fragrant, soft and beautiful princess, preferably with a slim waist, long legs and a big bust, rather than the current body shape like a moving mountain.

Can't blame her

Isabella firmly believed that she was perfect.

Even if things go wrong, it's someone else's fault.

When Lancelot indulged in Isabella's arms, let go of all self-enclosed barriers in his heart, and released his warmth without reservation, he heard the voice of the dragon lady above his head.

"Lance, can you grow taller in the future?"

"what"

Lancelot was confused.

Isabella pointed out the difference in body shape between the two of them, and said in a flat tone with even a hint of disgust, "At your current height, you seem a bit too thin standing next to me."

Lancelot ""

Taking into account the elf's mood, Miss Dragon has been very tactful and considerate, replacing the more offensive word "short" with "thin".

But she did feel a little bit dissatisfied and even a little worried.

After becoming the current size, Isabella's perspective has also changed a lot. She is no longer the little cub lying in the elf's arms and running around. She became tall and mighty, gradually possessing the kind of race described by the world as "able to cover the sky and the sun when flying across the sky".

Isabella discovered for the first time that Lancelot didn't have much fat on his body at all. He felt slender and thin when held in his arms, and was almost not as thick as Eric's thigh bone.

Then if you put it in a pot and cook it

Isn’t it just two bites and the meat is all gone?

Even if the remaining bones are made into soup, it seems that I won't be able to eat more than a few meals.

Isabella was lost in thought.

"Bella"

Lancelot took a deep breath and tried to maintain a smile, "Different races have different growth trends. Even if I grow taller, I still won't be able to meet Sir Eric's standards."

The elf grew into the body of a dragon.

Do you hear this?

Isabella "Oh."

Forget it, Ms. Dragon looked away.

She sighed, "It doesn't matter, I don't mind that much."

Big deal

It’s not impossible to stock up on some other meal replacement flavors in the future.

For example, today's senior rabbit can only make delicious balls of light. Although the taste is slightly worse than Lancelot, it is not completely unpalatable.

Isabella raised her paw, controlled the strength, and lightly patted the elf on the shoulder.

In her eyes, elves are now equated with thin and fragile crystal glass, which may break with one paw.

"Lance, you will always be my favorite." Reserve food.

Does the author have anything sweet to say, my dears?

Lance is so sweet, I’m falling in love.